In the morning, Jiang He was especially charming when she hid under the quilt.
She was about to become a newlywed, and the charm of a young girl walking toward maturity was unscrupulously exuding from her loose hair and eyes.
Occasionally, Xu Qing would be absent-minded, inadvertently remembering how she looked when she first came, lonely, helpless, and vigilant.
A stable life was the most corrosive.
A gentle home was the grave of a hero.
Xu Qing put on his pants and sighed. Of course, he was not a hero. Jiang He was.
Seeing that Jiang He was woken up by him putting on his clothes, Xu Qing put his trotters under the quilt.
"Get up and clean up. We're going to see Haozi get married."
"Hmm."
Jiang He rubbed her eyes and snorted. Since moving here, she had not only become lazier, but she would also unconsciously moan like a small animal when she woke up.
Xu Qing wondered if it was instinct or when she developed this habit. It was not like this before. Every morning, she would wake up with bright eyes, and her mental state was as if she had taken a miracle pill.
Jiang He lay on the bed in a daze for a while before coming back to her senses. She yawned and got up.
"That Hei Zhuangzi is ahead of us."
"He is not fat, he is strong."
"That's right, I mean strong."
"Hmm? Really? "
Xu Qing scratched his head, feeling that something was wrong. After a while, he gave up thinking and went out of the room to wash.
After getting dressed, the two of them added some cat food to the automatic feeder, said goodbye to the cat owner, and took the elevator downstairs.
The morning sun had not yet begun to shine, and the morning wind was a little cold, casting shadows under his feet. Jiang He leaned on him with his pockets in his hands.
In the blink of an eye, he was already 27 years old. When Jiang He came, she was only 23 years old.
As the days went by, many things were quietly changing.
Qin Hao's wedding was not as lively as Wang Zijun's. Everything was simple, and he was a public official.
According to the customs of the past, on the night before the wedding, a group of friends would accompany them for the whole night, playing cards, chatting, and eating melon seeds. The next day, they would directly escort the bride. Now, it was not so troublesome. They only needed to attend the wedding on the day — everyone was so busy.
The pace of life was getting faster and faster. Even Xu Qing, who did not go to work, felt the difference.
Of course, his life didn't change much, but he could feel it from the people around him.
In the past, when there was nothing to do, they would gather together. They would eat skewers, drink some alcohol, or sing a song. Now, they would just shout out on WeChat and chat a little.
Wang Zijun had been showing off his kids every day. Today, his controller had been knocked off the floor by a brat. Tomorrow, he would buy a small excavator and put it at home. He would also play games and hang up three or four times …
Every time Xu Qing wanted to laugh, he would remember:
It would be his turn sooner or later.
Then he didn't feel like laughing anymore.
He was determined to only have one child. If he had more, he would be annoyed to death.
He didn't want there to be a brat shouting next to him while he was watching dramas and editing videos. Girls … didn't want that either.
Jiang He, on the other hand, pondered every day how to have another child after giving birth to one. This was to avoid being urged by Xu Qing to study and not be laughed at for being illiterate and stupid.
This was probably what they called strange bedfellows.
Qin Hao was beaming with joy today. His usual rustic clothes were gone. He was dressed very spiritedly — it felt like nonsense. Today, he was the groom.
The best man was not Xu Qing. Xu Qing had already set a date. He would get married in a month or so. Moreover, the best man could not be more handsome than the groom. Even if there was nothing else, he had never considered him.
"Oh, you're getting married."
"Isn't that nonsense? Why are you here?" Qin Hao said.
"Are you two performing a crosstalk?" Yu Li, the bride, was no stranger to Xu Qing. Back then, it was all thanks to Xu Qing that her husband did not get stabbed twice.
Speaking of this, Qin Hao also asked Yu Li. At that time, there were three people. Wang Zijun was shouting for help. He directly rushed up and was stabbed. In the end, Xu Qing took care of the person. Why did he like him?
Yu Li said that Xu Qing didn't look like a good person.
Good heavens, Xu Qing would despise her fiercely if he knew. Even Jiang He's taste was not as good as hers.
It could only be said that each flower has its own eyes. If Jiang He met Qin Hao, he would also be killed with a sword.
Qin Maocai was even happier than Qin Hao. Although he tried to pretend to be calm, he couldn't hide his eyebrows. When he saw Xu Qing, he almost flew up.
"Little Haozi is getting married today. You guys are getting married soon."
"Well, soon, soon."
"It's okay. I'm a little slower here. I'll catch up when the baby is born."
"…"
Xu Qing didn't want to talk to him anymore.
After freeloading a cigarette from Qin Maocai, he took Jiang He around. Jiang He found it interesting to see smoke coming out of his nostrils. "I'll try again."
"What are you trying … I won't smoke either."
"Just try. Just try."
"Okay, try one."
Xu Qing held the cigarette holder and put it to Jiang He's mouth. Xu Wenbin happened to see him coming in.
"What are you doing?"
"I … She … Try one."
"…"
If there weren't so many people and if Jiang He wasn't next to him, he would have beaten this guy.
"I said I won't try, but you insisted." Jiang He complained with a bitter face.
"???" Xu Qing was dumbfounded.
"Come back when you're done. Your mother said she has something to talk to you." Xu Wenbin's face was dark.
How dare this guy think that Xu Qing had become more mature.
He actually taught his wife to smoke.
"If I touch this stuff again, I'll be a grandson …"
Xu Qing mumbled and put out the cigarette butt. The old saying was right. Cigarettes were really harmful.
Qin Maocai was in high spirits as he greeted everyone. He was extremely enthusiastic towards Xu Wenbin. The two old men gathered together and muttered about the script for their speech when they went on stage. This thing was arranged by the wedding planner, and they would make some changes themselves.
Halfway through the discussion, Xu Wenbin slapped his forehead. "No, my family is Chinese. I don't think there's this part."
"Ah?" Qin Maocai was stunned. "Why is there no Chinese?"
"They worship heaven and earth and their parents, and then … Xiao Zhi and I will sit there and wait for them to finish. There should be no need for a long time."
"You used it, right?"
"Used it?"
"Should be …"
"We'll see when the time comes. Anyway, the wedding company will arrange it." Xu Wenbin was also not sure if there was such a thing. It could be said that it was pure Chinese, but they had to go to a hotel. It could be said that it was a combination of Chinese and Western … Anyway, he did not understand the current wedding process. Looking at the video that Xu Qing shared with them, it was like … like that.
After watching it, Zhou Suzhi complained that her wedding was too simple, and there was not even a red veil.
"I haven't seen this Chinese before. They are quite good at it. How did they think of it?" Qin Maocai said, "You dig … Pui, the influence of archaeology?"
"How did they think of it?"
Xu Wenbin looked at Xu Qing and Xiao Zhi, pushed up his glasses, and snorted. "His wife is from ancient times."
Qin Maocai squinted at him.
Xu Wenbin was amused. At home, Xu Qing sometimes called her a heroine.
He really did not know what young people were thinking.
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