There are only tired oxen, and there is no ploughed land.

Gu Mojie worked so hard that he was woken up by the smell of oil smoke the next morning. When he woke up, the girl who had curled up in his arms last night was gone; Looking around, the room was filled with smoke.

The rosewood table in the Southern Song Dynasty at the door of the restaurant was smoked with a layer of slippery oil smoke. There was a big bowl on the table, and Quan Bao'er was squatting in the corner, looking decadent.

But the maid downstairs is still very sensible, and knows that unless there is a real fire, no matter how big the movement from above is, it can't come up.

Gu Mojie endured the dry pain in his eyes, didn't wash his face, and walked to the table first to take a look, it was just a big bowl of cowpea rice with fermented bean curd sauce (because there were no ingredients for Korean miso soup).

Do you still use a frying pan to make this thing? It's not scientific.

After a few more glances, I finally saw a few charred dry-fried diǎn hearts in the trash can next to Bao'er.

Gu Mojie sighed slightly and didn't say anything. Of course, he knows that even if a girl is not good at cooking, no matter how hearty she is usually, when she has just completed the transformation of a woman, she can't help but try to do something that a wife should do, and this heart can't be hurt casually.

He personally cooked a few diǎn hearts and fried two eggs with the remaining ready-made ingredients. Then set up the tableware and pulled Bao'er to eat with the rice.

Of course, he could ask the maid downstairs to bring the ready-made breakfast, but for the sake of the atmosphere, he had to do it himself, even if only this time.

"Next time, remember that the olive oil used to cook coleslaw is usually very low, and when it is slightly hot, there will be oil smoke - and this vegetable oil boiling diǎn is much higher, and if you also get that big oil smoke when you fry things in olive oil, the dish will be black immediately. Also, this house is antique, there is no range hood, and the kitchen is just a decoration, so it is best not to make a frying pan here. ”

Bao'er bit her chopsticks and was about to cry: "Are these tables very valuable?" ”

Gu Mojie touched her hair and comforted her softly: "Silly children, they are all imitations." I don't let you start the oil pot, because I'm afraid that it will burn you, and it's not a distressing thing. You see that this hair is smoked, and the assistant doesn't feel distressed to death when he sees it, at least two months of ion perm effect is lost. ”

"I'm not going to marry you, but I just can't help but want to do what a wife should do."

√dǐng√diǎn√小√語,.↙.o←s_(); "I know everything, come on, wash up first." Gu Mojie accompanied Careful, cared for the other party's fragile mind, and threw Bao'er into the massage pool.

"Don't ......"

"I've done that kind of thing, and you're still shy?"

Bao'er was so shy that she blushed: "Did you drink last night...... Not to mention that it was so dark at that time......"

Gu Mojie was puzzled: "That's ...... And you wash it yourself? ”

Bao'er was so anxious that she beat him: "You ...... Are you a man? Don't be shy! ”

Gu Mojie suddenly washed every inch of the greasy oil on Bao'er's body with half a push and half a hand, helped her get her hair done with his own hands, and both of them changed into refreshing clothes.

"No makeup today? I won't be disgusted. Bao'er covered her face in the mirror, pondered for a long time, and held back such a sentence. Although women are pleasing to themselves, they must let the other party get used to their own makeup.

"Why, I don't like your appearance, let alone this is very good."

Bao'er was frustrated for a while: "Is there someone like you who can't coax women......"

……

Although Quan Baoer came to China for two months last year, he really didn't go out to play much in Qiantang, and he was always busy recording and being a voice actor in the beginning. Later, although he and Gu Mojie met several times across the ocean, they were all in Tokyo, Osaka, Los Angeles and other places, and now they can be regarded as returning to the place of first acquaintance.

Gu Mojie has a strong sense of sympathy for Bao'er, especially the unique abilities, experiences, and precipitation that Quan Bao'er has come out of, and has always been subtly alert to Gu Mojie. Let him know: which artistic creations will be the first to be eliminated by artificial intelligence in the future. And what are the things that artificial intelligence cannot replace for decades.

Hatsune Cloud Translation, a rudimentary artificial intelligence, can certainly destroy business translation. However, can Hatsuneyun Translation destroy a cross-language creator like Kwon Bao'er who is immersed in the essence of culture?

Obviously, unless the machine completely replaces humans, creators like Quan Baoer cannot be eliminated.

The deeper the relationship with Quan Bao'er, the more Gu Mojie felt that he was radical when he was just reborn.

Once upon a time, he was so disdainful of "industrialized mass production entertainment products" that he thought that he could use guò technology to wipe out the industry in the future. Only now do we know that even if technology progresses, human beings can still find angles that technology cannot reach to penetrate, wedge, and create unique human values.

This acquaintance made Quan Baoer's status in his heart far more important than the weak Wen Wanqing. Even in terms of sense of responsibility, Bao'er is not as restrained by him as Lu Wenjun and Fei Liluo; But to say that the feeling of a confidant is still excessive.

Knowing that the other party would not stay in China for a long time, in just over a week, Gu Mojie also did his duty, tried his best to accompany her, and personally acted as a tour guide to visit all the famous places around Qiantang.

Work hard night and night, **** travel together; The mountains and rivers are harmonious.

On the eve of New Year's Day, after the two of them finished lingering, Gu Mojie hugged Bao'er and asked, "Do you want to go to Lingyin Temple to hit the bell and pray for blessings?" If you want to, I'll ask someone to charter the venue, the 1,700-year-old temple must be earlier than your oldest temple in Korea. Most people go to the Spring Festival, but when you are not there, we will make up the numbers on New Year's Day. ”

Bao'er curled up in his arms, obsessively rubbing: "Have you been there in previous years?" I said Spring Festival. ”

Gu Mojie was stunned: "I haven't been there." I don't believe in anything, who joins in the fun. But a lot of out-of-town tourists like it. ”

Bao'er's expression softened a little: "Oba thought of it for me?" It's so fun. But I don't want to go, and I don't believe in that either—I'm a Catholic. ”

"Also, the poor diǎn forgot. There are so many Catholics in Koreans, it really doesn't look like an East Asian country. Gu Mojie muttered to himself, but he thought urgently in his heart, "Then I know that there is a good church—I don't know if you have to be Catholic?" ”

Bao'er smiled gracefully: "That's not particular." Many of our Korean churches are also from the United States, so how can they be so formalistic. ”

It turned out that he was also a guy who couldn't tell the difference between Catholicism and Protestantism, Gu Mojie laughed secretly in his heart, but he himself made the problem strict.

The two snuggled up until dawn in a daze, and after cleaning up, they both wore high stand-up collars and big sunglasses, and let the female bodyguard drive the nanny car to Tianshui Hall, the oldest church in the city center.

Gu Mojie's cross-dressing is tighter than Kwon Bao'er's, because this is China, and there are obviously many more people who know him than Kwon Bao'er. If it were in Japan, the situation of the two would have changed immediately.

Breathing the first breath of fresh air in 2008, both of them were in a good mood.

The church looked a little mottled and not grandiose, but when she approached the door, Quan Bao'er felt that her breathing was a little suppressed, her palms were sweaty, and she held Gu Mojie tightly.

She never had the opportunity to walk into church and say "I do" in her life. As a cultist, this state actually hit her harder than Feliro. After all, Feliro is just a career-oriented strong woman, without the string of faith and oath.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Gu Mojie noticed Bao'er's strange appearance and asked gently, while wrapping around the other party's waist to prevent her from softening.

"Nope." Bao'er took a deep breath, leaned slightly on Gu Mojie, and walked in.

Inside was doing New Year's Mass, Gu Mojie led her into slowly, and explained softly:

"Don't look at this small church, it's already the oldest surviving church, built in 1860. There were earlier churches, but in the late sunny days, because the Taiping army played the banner of Catholicism, all the churches were destroyed within the Qing court's control.

In 1860, the British and French forces burned down the Old Summer Palace, restarted negotiations, and forced the Qing court to reopen the ban on religion. Then a young American Presbyterian missionary came here and built this church, called Tianshui Church. Eighteen years later, a Presbyterian missionary was born in Qiantang with a son, Mr. Stuart Leiden, who later became the president of Yenching University and Zhijiang University, and the U.S. ambassador to China. ”

Quan Baoer echoed curiously: "It turned out to be man-made by the United States, and the history is quite tortuous." That Ambassador Situ seems to be quite famous, right? I've heard it all - do you Chinese have an article called "Farewell, Situ Leiden"? ”

"Yes, it seems that the United States and Han have used this article to hack us - it was written by Mr. Mao." Gu Mojie smiled, and seeing that Bao'er was interested in this, he continued to talk about some interesting anecdotes.

"During the years when Mr. Situ was ambassador, it is said that whenever Mr. Chiang received British and American dignitaries, Mrs. Chiang liked to accompany her the most, because she could show off her English skills and act as an interpreter for Mr. Chiang.

But the only thing Madame Chiang didn't like to get involved in was the meeting between Mr. Situ and Mr. Chiang. Because every time at that time, the two of them spoke the Qiantang dialect and did not need to translate. On the contrary, Madame Jiang could not understand the Qiantang dialect, so she could only sit there. Mr. Situ has lived in China for more than 50 years, and Qiantang has lived for 40 years, and he speaks the dialect better than me. ”

(Note: Song-Mei-Ling can understand Ningbo dialect, but not Hangzhou dialect.) ）

Listening to these anecdotes, Quan Bao'er couldn't help but smile. Immediately remembering that New Year's Mass was being held on stage, he pinched Gu Mojie and motioned for him to be quiet.

Gu Mojie obediently settled down, although he didn't quite understand the content of the mass. When he peeked at Bao'er, he looked very pious.

What was she praying silently in her heart? Gu Mojie looked at her expression and remembered the expression of silent prayer to the cross when Bao'er sang "Merry Christmas" on the stage of "Impression West Lake" five days ago.

The hour-long Mass was soon over, and the clergy handed out communion cakes and cups of red wine to the attendees, and some of the faithful handed over their tithes for the month.

(Note: The Catholic sacrament consists only of bread, unleavened bread of dead dough, and no wine.) But Protestants and Orthodox Christians "can" receive wine. The bread and wine in the Eucharist represent the "Holy Communion" and the "Holy Blood" in the Last Supper, respectively. ）

"Still donating? Oh no, I forgot about it. Gu Mojie's head was a little big all of a sudden, he knew the diǎn things in the church. It is said that according to the rules of tithing, devout believers should donate one-tenth of their monthly salary to do good deeds. If you don't donate less, your heart is not sincere, and it won't be interesting.

If you just don't donate and turn around, it's theoretically okay, it's voluntary, and the pastor won't run up and speak ill of him like a monk. But the question is how can Gu Mojie afford to lose this person with such an identity?

But Bao'er was careful, and seeing that his face was uncertain, he pulled his sleeve and said narrowly: "It's okay, you were burning money and fighting with Ma Huateng last month, and you completely lost money, and you didn't make any money." Let's donate one diǎn according to my income, and it will be fine. ”

Gu Mojie's expression became very exciting, he laughed at himself for a few seconds, and shrugged: "You're so smart, that's my luck—fortunately, it's not selling the industrial park or entering the church that month." Otherwise, wouldn't it be directly hundreds of millions of dollars? (To be continued.) )