My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 115: Always Remember My Good Brother

"Red rain pouring down stirs up memories—how deep.

Your captivating eyes are just like before,

Lingering in my heart~"

Xu Qing tapped his lips with a finger as he softly hummed along with the music playing on his computer. Meanwhile, he uploaded another video.

The theme? Those Scenes in Wedding Chambers.

The video was an edit made after skimming through countless clips at 8x speed. It wasn’t very long but full of variety.

Some scenes cut straight to the next day after a fade-to-black. Some showed the couple rolling together under the blanket, making it bulge in odd shapes. Others featured drunken brides collapsing in sleep on the spot. The most absurd were those where the couple placed a bowl of water between them—

Good grief, is this a wedding chamber or a battle of willpower?

After uploading, Xu Qing watched it once to check the effect. Then, he glanced at Jiang He’s bedroom door, a strange feeling stirring in his heart.

Over a thousand years ago, those lips were surprisingly soft.

The clickbait title, combined with the momentum from the previous two videos, worked wonders. Within moments, a few comments popped up:

• "Just this?"
• "This, this, this?"
• "The one with the bowl of water—are they serious? Hahaha…"
• "What's the point of making such nonsense? Don’t you feel ashamed? Everyone here looks so improper. Delete this, now!"

One comment stood out, completely out of sync with the tone. Xu Qing scratched his head.

This user named “Wenwu Shuangquan”… Why does their style feel so familiar?

He hesitated for a moment. Then:

Click. The mouse sealed the fate—added to the blacklist.

"Don’t ruin my mood."

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“What are you doing, still not sleeping?”

Zhou Suzhi emerged from the bedroom in her pajamas, looking at Xu Wenbin, who was staring intently at his phone.

“Just a minute, just a minute,” Xu Wenbin brushed her off, reopening the kissing clip from the previous video. He tilted his head, gathering his thoughts before typing. ℟άΝổᛒЕs

But after a few taps, his phone didn’t respond. Looking closely, he saw a small line of text:

“Due to the uploader’s privacy settings, you cannot comment.”

???

What the hell?!

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The sixth day of the New Year.

Outside, kids in new clothes dashed about with firecrackers in their pockets. Occasionally, one would light up a cracker and toss it with a loud bang!

“When Qingzi and I were kids, we used these to blow up dog poo. Light it, run, and boom—fireworks in the air…” Qin Hao reminisced as he walked through the residential complex with Wang Zijun, sleeves rolled up, laughing at the foolishness of their youth.

“I never played with that,” Wang Zijun scoffed, casting a disdainful glance at the kids nearby. His expression grew even more dismissive.

What kind of people blow up dog poo for fun?

He couldn’t understand. Simply couldn’t.

They made their way to Xu Qing’s door. Wang Zijun knocked, and soon, Xu Qing appeared and opened the door before heading back to his seat.

“Have a seat. Let me just finish adding this BGM. Wait a bit,” Xu Qing said.

“Adding it where…” Wang Zijun’s brows waggled mischievously but stopped short when he spotted Jiang He near the kitchen door. He clammed up immediately.

“Ahem… You’re really living it up, huh? No wonder we couldn’t drag you out. Hey, what’s this?”

He barely perched on the couch before fidgeting again. He poked at Winter Melon, who arched its back to dodge him. Then, he grabbed a copy of Maoist Fundamentals from the table, flipping through it with surprise. “Are you studying for the civil service exam?”

“Probably impossible.”

Hearing the term “civil service,” Qin Hao instantly recalled Xu Qing’s track record.

Administrative penalties usually didn’t weigh too much, but Xu Qing’s history…

Tough. Extremely tough.

“I’m just browsing. Who knows, I might get lucky and become a leech on the state,” Xu Qing said with a shrug.

“That would be society’s misfortune,” Wang Zijun clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “My family’s tax money wasted on someone like you.”

“Screw you!”

The three joked for a while before Jiang He brought out a few small dishes to the table. Qin Hao felt a bit awkward—he’d once questioned her quite thoroughly during an inspection…

But Jiang He acted as if nothing had happened. Wearing an apron, she bustled about calmly.

“This makes me feel old. We spend so much time messing around outside…” Wang Zijun watched Xu Qing finish up and grabbed his face for a closer look. “How did you end up like this? Do you know you’re spreading stress and anxiety to others?”

As everyone laughed, no one really noticed. But now, Xu Qing suddenly settling down made Wang Zijun both surprised and sentimental.

His closest buddy was moving on to the next stage in life. While Wang Zijun wasn’t in a rush…

Well, it still felt complicated.

“Get lost. If I’m spreading stress, give me money!” Xu Qing swatted him away. “Sit down—and keep away from my cat.”

“Sis-in-law, stop! Let Qingzi handle this!”

Wang Zijun’s sudden shout made Jiang He pause in the kitchen. She turned her head just as Xu Qing looked over. Their gazes met for a moment before she quickly glanced away, flustered.

“Stop yelling nonsense,” Xu Qing chuckled, waving at the two. “Sit down. I’ll check what’s left to make.”

Watching Xu Qing head to the kitchen, Wang Zijun smacked his lips and nudged Qin Hao. “This… is kind of sudden, isn’t it?”

He had visited once before, but it wasn’t as shocking. This was Qin Hao’s first visit in months, and he couldn’t stop glancing around, almost doubting if he was dreaming.

“Check if Qingzi has a mark on his wrist.”

“What kind of mark?”

“You know, a special one—a clone tag.” Qin Hao gestured at his own wrist, whispering, “I suspect cloning technology has matured, and Xu Qing’s parents swapped him for an experimental model.”

“…That’s actually possible.”

Wang Zijun rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“Think about it—he disappeared for months before. You’d call him ten times, and he’d ignore eight. That’s when they probably switched him. The real one was destroyed, and this is the fake.”

“What’s fake?”

Xu Qing returned from the kitchen, smiling, and sat down.

“We’ll always remember you, our dear friend,” Wang Zijun said gravely, patting his shoulder.

“…”

“Where did we go after graduation?” Qin Hao leaned forward and whispered.

“Emei Mountain, obviously,” Xu Qing replied, baffled.

“It’s over. Even the memories are copied,” Wang Zijun sighed dramatically.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Xu Qing looked at them, bewildered, flipping them off before pouring drinks.

“It’s the New Year—drink less, eat more. Can you believe it’s been a year already? Last year, we were having hotpot here, weren’t we?”

“Yep. I brought a bottle of my dad’s liquor. Haozi brought some cold dishes, and you had the pot and meat ready,” Wang Zijun recalled, laughing at the memory of his dad’s tantrum.

“This year’s different,” Qin Hao remarked, glancing at the potted plant near the TV with an odd expression.

This crappy den was now tidier than his own home.

A home needs a woman. That’s the key. With or without one—it’s a whole other world.

“Holy crap! There really is a mark!”

Wang Zijun, who had been jokingly inspecting Xu Qing’s wrist, suddenly froze.

What the—

There actually was one?!

“What?” Xu Qing blinked, confused. He pulled his sleeve down while glancing between their equally dumbfounded faces.

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