My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago

Chapter 43: Dancing

Although Xu Qing knew Jiang He was a quick learner, he still underestimated her. He had no idea she had already learned how to sneakily use Baidu—and even how to slack off.

After dinner, as he lounged on the couch waiting for the evening news, he casually glanced in Jiang He's direction. Whoa, the girl was now navigating Penguin Space, clicking around with the mouse.

“Is this you?” Jiang He looked over, surprised, shifting her gaze between Xu Qing and the photo on the screen.

A delinquent-looking redhead with hair that long…

“Cough… No, that’s not me,” Xu Qing denied without batting an eye.

“It looks just like you.”

“Even if it does… Okay, fine, it’s me.”

“You used to look so strange, like… like…” Jiang He stared at the photo, struggling to find the right words.

The red hair, the asymmetrical bangs—any mental health professional would probably say: “If your eyes aren’t serving any purpose, consider donating them to someone in need.”

“I was young and reckless back then, into flashy stuff… It’s all cringe-worthy history, don’t dig it up anymore.”

Xu Qing calmly walked over to log out of his Penguin account. He had kept those photos in a private album as a reminder to himself, occasionally revisiting them to prevent any more foolish impulses. But then Jiang He stumbled upon them.

Luckily, all the “special” videos were hidden in encrypted folders. Otherwise, he couldn’t even imagine the catastrophic misunderstanding that might ensue.

“You used to have long hair?” Jiang He’s expression turned peculiar. It was hard to picture Xu Qing, always sporting a clean-cut look now, with such a bizarre hairstyle.

“Part of the ‘Loving Funeral Family.’ You wouldn’t get it. We stirred up a storm back in the day,” Xu Qing sighed. If he hadn’t been such a slacker back then, he wouldn’t be getting nagged by his old man about rent now.

Renting a second property from his own family? That’s just absurd.

“I’ll set up an account for you so you can use your own. You can upload cake pictures or whatever, and they’ll probably stay there forever. No need to worry about losing them.”

Clicking away, he quickly registered an account for her. “The password is your name in pinyin—uh, wait, you don’t know pinyin. Okay, let’s make it ‘asdf.’ Just press those keys in order. Got it?”

“Got it.” Jiang He’s attention shifted to her new Penguin account, her face alight with curiosity.

“First, you need a username… Let me help you.” Xu Qing’s mischievous grin appeared as he rapidly typed out “Graceful Dance in the Breeze.” He then clicked on the signature section and entered:

“I once dreamed of traveling the world with my sword, but I didn’t go because I ran out of money.”

“All set,” he said with a smirk, adding her as a friend. It had a nostalgic touch to it.

“Does it sound nice?” he asked.

“Graceful Dance in the Breeze…” Jiang He mulled it over and unexpectedly found it pleasant. “Not bad. Is this my username now?”

“Yep. It’s like using an alias while roaming the martial world—don’t reveal your real information online.”

With everything done, Xu Qing added her to a few Jianwang 3 groups. “Read their chats. You can also try chiming in. The internet has all sorts of people, so if someone’s annoying, just ignore them. If you’re confused, use Baidu. Here, this is how…”

Successfully steering the conversation away from the embarrassing photos, Xu Qing noticed that Jiang He had a new pastime after work. She was fascinated by the endlessly updating messages in the chat groups, scrolling up to catch up on each thread.

As the news played, Xu Qing occasionally glanced her way.

This won’t turn her into an internet addict, will it?

Oh well, at least it’s better than digging up mountains or running around playing the hero.

After two months of living together, Xu Qing had grown accustomed to her constant questions or her quiet focus on her own activities.

He stroked Winter Melon, who was squirming in his arms, absentmindedly pondering what the future held.

She’d eventually adapt to this era, figure out her place, and blend into modern urban life.

But then what?

Both were just ordinary people. A speck of dust in the Kaiyuan era for her, a brick in a prosperous era for him. There wasn’t much more he could do to help.

The night deepened.

“I’m going to shower. Do you need to use it?” Jiang He stood up, ready to shut down her computer.

“No need, go ahead and turn it off,” Xu Qing replied casually, finally releasing the restless Winter Melon. He stretched and yawned.

Take it one step at a time. It’s fine.

“Oh, I bought a new bath towel. It’s super absorbent. You can wrap your hair in it and rub it for a bit—it’ll dry faster.”

“Got it.”

Jiang He carried her clothes to the bathroom, carefully removing her undergarments—some of Xu Qing’s earlier purchases had been too small, leading to discomfort. The new ones were much better and felt increasingly comfortable.

He was right. Everything in this era seemed designed for comfort. Everything she saw was for people’s enjoyment, not just survival like in her time.

Using the towel as instructed, she found it surprisingly effective. When she emerged, her hair no longer dripped water everywhere. She paused briefly, glancing at herself in the mirror.

It had only been two months, but she was no longer the same person who had first arrived.

“Come on, let’s dry it. I need to shower too.” Xu Qing, holding a hairdryer, called from the living room.

To prevent her from cutting her long, straight black hair out of frustration, he had taken to drying it for her before bed. After all, living together, it was nice to have something pleasing to look at.

“You should try growing out your hair. As long as it’s not red, it might look good,” Jiang He suggested as she sat down. “I could help you with it.”

“That’s not happening. I’m fine as I am,” Xu Qing said as he began drying her hair. “Men should look sharp and tidy. Don’t I look sharp?”

“So that leaves me to help you…”

“No big deal,” Xu Qing replied casually. “It’s just a small effort. People go to salons to get their hair dried every day. Don’t overthink it. Speaking of which, I’ll take you to one soon. A slight trim will make it look even better.”

Jiang He sat upright, watching Xu Qing’s shadow move on the floor. She didn’t say anything.

If he were in her time, kindhearted but physically weak, he wouldn’t survive, would he?

Maybe she could protect him then, too, and confidently declare: “It’s just a small effort!”

Her lips curved slightly at the thought before she quickly reined it in, returning to her serious expression.

That prosperous era… He’s better off not experiencing it.

This, right here, is perfect. Absolutely perfect.

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