A book of "Song's Miscellaneous Conversations", which mixes many things.

The author, surnamed Song, is probably a person with a loose personality, and has been traveling the world since he was young. Everywhere you go, try a bite to eat and see the wonders of the area.

When you encounter something you are interested in, you have to write it down.

After years of accumulation, this book was finally formed.

It not only contains descriptions of many delicacies in the world, but also some strange anecdotes, and even the illnesses that have been encountered are also recorded.

If it weren't for the different styles and different narrative methods, it could be called "Dream of Red Mansions" in parallel time and space.

It's just that Zhao Ling flipped a few pages and found that there were no illustrations in this book at all, and the author was humorous from beginning to end.

Zhao Ling: "......"

She thought about it and felt that there was no need to return it.

Qi Shu Bacheng also sensed that something was wrong with her, but in fact, there was nothing strange about it.

But anyone who is familiar with it, if you contact it a few times, you will definitely soon find out that she is different from Zhao Ningning.

It's just that I didn't expect that the first person to find out was Qi Shu.

Zhao Ling leaned back in his chair and read the book comfortably with the idea that you wouldn't be able to catch my handle anyway.

She doesn't know how to coil her hair, Zhao Xiaohe can help her comb it when she is there, but now that Zhao Xiaohe is gone, she just ties it up casually.

The broken hair on the forehead fell because of the bowing head, and was gently lifted by the evening wind, like a dragonfly drifting in the wind, with a bit of liveliness and playfulness. Her bright face is lazy and wanton, like a scholarly lady who doesn't worry about the world, and she has an indescribable temperament all over her body.

Qi Shu's gaze fell on her half-drooping eyes, and he fixed for a moment before slowly retracting them.

As soon as the two of them sat and stood, they both quieted down, and their thoughts were carried away by the world in the book.

Xiaohua occasionally raised her head and shouted to her father, and the two responded one after the other.

This scene is seen in the eyes of everyone in the live broadcast room, and there is incomparable harmony and tacit understanding.

[I'm really going to lock this pair]

[I hope they won't be, Qi Xiucai will strengthen your Dao heart]

【Dao Heart? If you want to talk about the Dao heart, I think he will kill his wife and testify to the Tao]

[Ahhh

[Xiao Zhao is obviously also an intellectual, and his soul is compatible with Qi Xiucai, so he won't be casual BE]

[Yes, when Zhao Ningning and the beauty Xiucai got married, it was simply to catch ducks on the shelves]

[A scholar, of course, still prefers to have a wife with three views that match, right? ] 】

[First of all, it's not that I look down on rural people, but Zhao Ningning's kind of vulgar person is really not a good match for Qi Xiucai]

[It doesn't match in the first place, Qi Xiucai is erudite and talented, and he will definitely go to officialdom in the future]

[Yes, even if he has a conscience and does not abandon his bad wife, can Zhao Ningning really sit firmly in that position]

[I also think that the twisted melon is not sweet, and the calculated marriage has no good results]

[Anyway, I think Xiao Zhao can]

[I also stand Xiao Zhao, but I don't think Xiao Zhao is interested in Qi Xiucai]

[Qi Xiucai definitely takes a fancy to Xiao Zhao, of course, it is not excluded that he thinks: Woman, you have caught my attention]

[Hahahahaha

[Xiao Zhao feels like reading countless men, and his heart for men is like water]

[She is full of money, and she only has money in her head]

[I'm also full of money, but I can't get it/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~]

【……】

After sunset, the light in the courtyard dimmed instantly.

Zhao Ling knew that this kind of light hurt her eyes when she read books, so she closed it and looked at Qi Shu and said, "Qi Xiucai~"

Nothing was said, but everything was hinted at.

Qi Shu also closed the book and turned his head to look at Zhao Ling.

There was a lot of light and shadow on that bright face, and she was not very real, as if it had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qi Shu frowned lightly, and when he saw Zhao Ling raising his eyebrows, he smiled good-naturedly and said, "I know, do it immediately." ”

Passing by Zhao Ling, Qi Shu raised his hand and took the book back.

The moment the book passed through their hands, the two of them touched their fingertips, both paused, and then looked up at each other sharply.

Zhao Ling was a little puzzled, and Qi Shu was slightly palpitating in his heart. But after seeing each other's eyes, the two calmed down at the same time.

"I'm going to drink egg drop soup." Zhao Ling looked at him and changed the topic quietly.

Qi Shu's lips pursed lightly, suppressing the complicated feelings that surged in his heart, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

He took the book back to the house and put it away, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Zhao Ling took Xiaohua into the house to play for a while, remembered his next work plan, and went to Qi Shu's room to find a pen and paper.

Oil lamps are expensive, and the Qi family used to be able to afford them, but now they don't buy them for a long time.

Zhao Ling wanted to write, so he could only bring a pen and paper to the kitchen and use the firelight to illuminate it.

Qi Shu was rolling up his sleeves to cook, and when he saw Zhao Ling coming in, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zhao Ling coughed lightly and explained, "I'll write something, the room over there is too dark." ”

"Hmm." Qi Shu glanced at the thing in her hand and didn't say anything.

Zhao Ling moved the dining table into the table like a primary school student, and then lay on it to write.

When she was writing in her mind, Qi Shu came over at some point.

He looked at the words written by Zhao Ling on missing arms and legs, frowned slightly, and said, "If you can't read all the words, I will teach you tomorrow." ”

"Who says I can't read everything?" Zhao Ling scratched him at the end of his eyes, and said calmly, "I just think it's comfortable to write like this." ”

How good is the simplified Chinese characters, but the traditional Chinese characters are tiring.

Qi Shu was silent for a moment, and did not argue with Zhao Ling, but said: "You have to practice this word well." ”

Soft and crooked, not as good as a five-year-old child.

Zhao Ling: "...... Got it, got it. ”

Annoying.

I used to be busy with my career, so I didn't have much leisure time at all. It's usually the most used, and it's also a hard pen.

Who can write calligraphy without anything?

Is it good for people who have achieved economic freedom to fiddle with an elegant life?

【Simplified Chinese! 】

[Xiao Zhao turned out to be from our world]

[It's like the same world, but it doesn't seem to be in the same era]

[Huh? So Xiao Zhao is a figure of our ancestors? 】

[Let's put it this way, it's people from the same world in different timelines]

[I don't know much about ......]

[In short, she is from our world, but the time and space she is in are about a thousand years ahead of our time and space, the timeline]

How can you be sure it's a thousand years and not a few hundred years?] 】

[Oh, I guess, you're right]

[I don't have a bar, I'm just curious]

[I think what the brother said makes sense, Xiao Zhao's cliff is ours]

[It turned out to be a fellow countryman, I said how to look at it is kind]

[Wow, the duel between the soul of another time and space and the natives is a bit exciting]

[But most people may eventually be assimilated by that era]

[I hope that Xiao Zhao can always be firm in his heart and insist on himself]

【……】

was so stirred by Qi Shu, Zhao Ling didn't have the heart to continue writing, so he simply put down his pen and turned his head to watch Qi Shu cooking.

Just such a glance also made Zhao Ling see something different.