My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 72: Smart people always think more

"Death is like the wind, always by my side."

If he didn’t genuinely like it, Xu Qing really wanted to experience that thrill.

Unfortunately, he didn’t want to make a reckless move.

After carefully assessing his emotions in the small kitchen, Xu Qing realized he felt completely satisfied. He let go and took a step back.

A simple hug was enough to satisfy him. Yes, he definitely liked her.

“If you like someone, your heart will beat really fast. You can even look it up on Baidu.”

Xu Qing explained seriously, “So if one day you're unsure, you can ask me to help check it for you... Just give me a heads-up before hugging me. Don't just grab me out of nowhere.”

“Beats fast?” Jiang He gripped the knife tightly, nervous beyond words.

Where’s that benefactor vibe now?

“Yes. If you don’t believe me, feel my pulse. You martial artists should know how to do that, right? Check and see if it’s racing.” Xu Qing rolled up his sleeve and extended his arm.

“I’m not doing it!” Jiang He shook her head furiously like a rattling drum.

“Alright then. Do you maybe feel—”

“I don’t!”

“…”

Xu Qing shrugged. “Okay, then just focus on cooking. I won’t bother you.”

If she didn’t feel anything, she would have dodged long ago. With his weak martial skills, there was no way he could have touched her... including that moment at noon when he brushed her hair.

Sigh, Second Boss, you’re causing trouble.

As Xu Qing walked out, Jiang He bit her lip and stole a quick glance at his back before quickly turning away.

I’m really doomed.

…

Sitting at his desk, Xu Qing held a pen and fell into thought.

Feelings were secondary; helping Jiang He integrate into modern life was the priority.

She needed to live a normal life. Right now, Jiang He could manage, but something was still missing.

Most notably, she didn’t know how to smile, or at least she rarely did. People nowadays found humor in all sorts of things to keep themselves happy, but not Jiang He. Her mental world was barren.

In her time, spiritual nourishment came from poetry, music, painting, and calligraphy — luxuries of another social class, irrelevant to her. At best, she might buy a sugar figurine when times were good.

Having never been exposed to modern forms of entertainment, Jiang He only understood basic emotions like joy, anger, sorrow, and fear. Her inner world was closed off to anything else. ℝаＮȯᛒÊᶊ

When watching a Qiong Yao drama, she stared blankly at the characters crying. When watching comedy, she seriously listened to the dialogue. Horror movies? She just clutched her sword defensively.

Modern entertainment was a puzzle she couldn’t solve. Even games felt like clocking in at work, completing tasks diligently.

She was trying hard to adapt, but all her efforts were focused on survival, not leisure — and certainly not love.

This was where art came in. Social interaction wasn’t something you could learn solely through compulsory education. Otherwise, she’d have to attend school with a bunch of kids to learn how to build relationships from scratch.

“Dinner’s ready.”

Jiang He brought out the dishes, looking calm again.

“Alright, give me a second.”

Xu Qing turned the computer screen toward the table and queued up Lost on Journey.

“This is a comedy film. It’s meant to make you laugh by exaggerating a character’s traits and adding various coincidences.”

He dished out the rice while explaining, “Amid the jokes, there are thought-provoking moments. In a little over an hour, you’ll see what the characters experience over several days. It’s a kind of learning.”

Jiang He nodded at the computer.

“He’s a toy company boss, but business is bad. This goofy guy is a milkman who’s owed wages. Their conflict brings them together — that’s the main plot.”

Worried she wouldn’t understand, Xu Qing rambled on.

“I get it.” Jiang He focused hard on the movie, trying to grasp the characters’ actions.

“If something’s unclear, just ask. Once you can laugh while watching it, you’ll be halfway there.”

Xu Qing imagined her perspective: What’s this guy doing? What’s that guy up to? Why are they doing that? What’s funny about this?

It was a gap in understanding — a lack of emotional connection.

“This is about Chunyun — the Spring Festival travel rush. People return home for the New Year, but there aren’t enough trains, so everyone crams in, trying to get tickets.”

“Are there many people working away from home?”

“Lots. For example, the owner of that breakfast shop we go to is from Bashu. He closes the shop during the New Year to go home and comes back after half a month.”

Xu Qing was pleased with his movie choice. It covered a lot, giving Jiang He a general idea of modern life.

At least now, if she encountered terms like Chunyun, long-distance travel, trains, planes, rural and urban areas, or hotels, she wouldn’t be completely lost.

When Wang Baoqiang drank the milk, Xu Qing chuckled. Even after multiple viewings, it still amused him. He glanced at Jiang He, who was watching intently, her expression unchanged.

“Don’t you find it funny?” Xu Qing sighed.

“I probably could…” Jiang He estimated the milk bottle’s size and confidently declared, “I can drink that much.”

“…”

They were talking past each other.

“I don’t mean if you can drink it. It’s just… funny.”

“What’s funny about not wasting it? It’d be a shame to throw it away,” Jiang He said, puzzled, with a hint of pity.

So much milk. She could make it last a long time.

She saw a poor man’s struggle.

“He could’ve shipped it home, though that costs extra… Never mind. Let’s keep watching.”

Xu Qing shook his head and ate a few bites.

Integrating an ancient person into modern life wasn’t easy.

It was exhausting… but who told him to like her?

They finished eating halfway through the movie. Xu Qing let Jiang He sit on the couch to watch while he washed the dishes. Then he joined her, both of them and the cat cuddled up on the sofa, watching a comedy. In a normal setting, it would be quite cozy — and honestly, it was pretty nice now too.

“Before a fight, my heart also beats really fast,” Jiang He suddenly said.

“What?”

Xu Qing, caught off guard, blinked in confusion. Before he could process it, Jiang He was already focused on the movie again.

This girl…

Had she been dwelling on that conversation the whole time since cooking?

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