Green smoke curled up.
Gong Ping was shaking the lot pot inside. Outside the door, Jiang He in a black shirt stood on the edge of the aisle, touching his belly with one hand and looking around quietly.
She used to wander in Jianghu with a sword just to survive.
She couldn't quite understand the feelings of those people in literature who couldn't sleep and eat in peace after they returned to peace.
Every era had its own rules. At that time, it was the rules of Jianghu. The so-called strong people were also bitter people, and everyone was struggling. If she didn't do it, then she would be the one who died.
With a clear conscience, she was naturally not afraid of ghosts and gods.
Those who had nightmares every night probably did a lot of guilty things.
Taking a step back, if there was a crime, it should be judged by the rules, and the person who was hurt should be forgiven, instead of kneeling down and burning incense here, which could wash away all the sins and get the Buddha's forgiveness. It was ridiculous not to apologize to others but to ask for the Buddha's forgiveness.
Jiang He thought of the movies and novels he had seen. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, and then he calmed down.
Xu Qing's words were very reasonable. There were far more stupid people in the world than smart people, so working hard to be smart could lead a good life.
The young woman in black at the entrance of the hall attracted people's attention. Seeing her big belly, everyone deliberately moved away a little.
"Not bad, I got a good lot!"
Gong Ping chuckled and took out a red note. It was obvious that she was in a good mood.
"Won't it become less effective if I show it to others?" Jiang He looked around, wondering if there were any stupid taboos about this thing.
"How is it possible? If I can't show it to others, how can I interpret the lot?"
"Have you interpreted it?"
"No." Gong Ping shook her head and showed a witty expression, "It's enough to know that it is a good lot. It doesn't matter whether I interpret it or not."
Asking for a lot was free, and he was visiting the Buddha for free.
"One thing is gone, and one thing is still a joy. If I meet someone who talks, my heart will be … What does it mean? "
Jiang He took the red note handed over by Gong Ping and was confused. This kind of place liked to do fancy things and didn't know how to talk properly.
"I don't know, but I know it is a good thing!" Gong Ping waved her hand carelessly, "Do you want to shake one too? Who knows, it might be a good draw. "
Jiang He handed the note back. "It doesn't matter whether you shake it or not. Life is still the same."
"That's true. There's no need to run away from small disasters, but there's no way to run away from major disasters."
Gong Ping happily walked down the stairs. She held the lot and looked around for a moment. Then she felt that it was not good to be here for free, so she pulled Jiang He to turn a corner and go to the main hall.
"Spend tens of yuan to burn incense and buy happiness."
As Gong Ping spoke, she went in and lit another stick of incense.
Jiang He looked at the passers-by and took some pictures out of boredom to send to Xu Qing.
"Buddha is going to give Pingping a boyfriend."
Xu Qing: "There's such a good thing? "
Jiang He: "Awesome, right?"
Xu Qing: "I thought you didn't believe in that? "
Jiang He: "I have thought about it carefully. According to the standard of letting go of the butcher's knife, I am also a Buddha now. There is nothing wrong with believing in myself."
Xu Qing didn't reply for a while. He was stunned for a while before replying.
"Heroine is mighty."
Marx did not learn for nothing. How could believing in Buddhism be more useful than being a Buddha himself? Whatever he wanted, he could achieve it himself.
Jiang He put the phone into his back pocket, raised his head and stretched. Looking from the main door, he saw Gong Ping bowing to the statue in the middle of the hall, her big butt sticking up.
"Happy?"
When Gong Ping, who had spent money to buy happiness, came out, Jiang He had already found a wooden railing to lean on.
"Since I am here, I will feel bad if I don't spend some money."
"Next time I will wear a kasaya. You just need to give me the money and say Amitabha."
"Then you have to shave your head."
"Forget it."
Jiang He didn't want to shave his head anymore. It would be better if Xu Qing did it. It felt smooth to the touch.
Gong Ping took her around the temple. Looking at the passers-by, some of them were holding thick incense sticks as long as their arms. She felt that these people were more like ancient people than she was.
"Are they worshipping Buddha or their own desires?"
"Maybe it will work."
"I don't think so from any point of view. All living things are equal. In other words, in the eyes of Buddha, eating meat or eating sh * t is a matter of course. Whether it's smart or not, whether it's conscientious or not, whether it's wolves who eat sheep or men who beat wolves, it's none of their business." Jiang He looked up at the magnificent pillars, thought for a moment, and said, "If they really exist …" She paused, "In the words of the Three Bodies, God doesn't care."
"Now that you mention it, I suddenly feel that it will invade the earth." Gong Ping complained. Then she was stunned. Wasn't it invading now?
It was terrifying to think about …
"So it is the Three Bodies of Buddha."
Gong Ping was shocked by her own imagination.
"I will save you when the time comes." Jiang He raised her eyebrows. "You have seen my 1.6 meter long sword. Whoever comes will be cut."
"Isn't that Xu Qing's?"
"Mine. He can't."
"Well, you are the best. You can beat him." Gong Ping laughed.
"You know all this?"
"He can't be the one beating you. I don't think he has the guts."
Gong Ping touched Jiang He's big belly and chuckled. Twins …
She was a little envious.
There would be two little babies crawling around calling for their mother. It was fun just thinking about it.
Well, the fun belonged to other people. When it came to feeding and tutoring, it would not be fun anymore.
"If they dare not eat properly, I will beat them up." Jiang He was not worried at all. It was a good idea to use the experience of disciplining Xu Qing on children.
As the sun set, Gong Ping drove Jiang He home. On the way, they went to buy some groceries. Jiang He, with a big belly, strode back with the groceries. The neighbors in the neighborhood were a little stunned.
When they took the elevator to the top floor and opened the door with the key, Jiang He put her hands behind her waist, looking weak.
"I saw it from the balcony. Don't pretend." Xu Qing said helplessly. He did not know what was wrong with him. It was said that women would be a little abnormal when they were pregnant. Was Jiang He's hobby to pretend to be weak?
Jiang He's movements paused for a moment. He tilted his head and looked at Xu Qing for a moment. After putting the groceries in the kitchen, he walked out with his hands on his waist.
"What did you see?"
"I saw you walking with your head held high …" Xu Qing saw the fierce look in Jiang He's eyes. He wisely reorganized his words. "Actually, my eyes are blurred. We live so high up. How can I see clearly below?"
"That's right … I am so tired. I feel like I will die from going out. Help me turn the electric fan a little."
"…"
At night.
Xu Qing was still in front of the computer, reading dramas and writing movie reviews. Jiang He took a shower, sat in front of the computer in loose pajamas, and opened "Something".
In the past, she used to read this as a story platform. Later, she found that there were a lot of big bosses who grew flowers. After reading a few questions about flowers, such questions were always recommended. Therefore, she realized that this thing actually depended on how the person used it.
For example, on Xu Qing's account, all the topics were about movies, mixed in with butter …
Jiang He expressed contempt for him.
Although she also played, she played for the sake of playing games. There was no other messy stuff.
Holding her chin, she browsed through other people's experiences in growing flowers for a while. Then, Jiang He looked at the questions on the home page. Because of Xu Qing's influence, she often watched movies and dramas.
She was not very clear about it herself. She just felt that the two of them should have common topics. There was no need to invest too much energy, but they should have a general understanding.
Just like how Xu Qing had been growing flowers with her. What she learned, Xu Qing did not understand all, but he still knew the basic things. If she had something to do and asked Xu Qing to take care of the flowers, Xu Qing would not spoil the flowers. They could even discuss whether to fertilize and water the flowers.
"What do you think of XXX …"
Jiang He took the hand that was supporting her chin down and tapped on the keyboard.
"Thank you.
My husband forced me to watch this movie. I didn't understand it at first, but after reading more novels, I felt that it was quite interesting in retrospect.
The later plot was written by a ghostwriter. If the previous plot was treated as a real novel, then the style of the later part would change … "
White Gourd played with its tail for a while. Seeing that the two shit-shoveling officers were sitting in their own seats and not playing with it, it yawned and jumped onto the cat tree to lie down.
…
The weather was getting colder in November.
Xu Qing saw that Qin Hao was asking Wang Zijun for advice in the group, so he decided to ask them out and join in the fun. He wanted to find out if their wives had any unusual behaviors, such as pretending to be weak or something.
When they met again, Wang Zijun was a lot more listless. There was a big difference from the last time, not to mention when he was single.
He used to be carefree and carefree, but now he looked haggard.
"Look at you. Did you break your heart?"
"Sigh …"
Wang Zijun only waved his hand at Xu Qing's words, sighed, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him.
"I won't smoke. Didn't you quit?" Xu Qing still remembered that he swore that he would be a coward if he ever touched this thing again.
"I can smoke again if I quit. Quitting is the easiest thing to do. I can quit three times a week."
Wang Zijun lit the cigarette with a lighter and let out a long breath.
"What happened to the high-spirited Young Master Wang? I'm scared when you look at me like this. "
"What's there to be scared of? I'm just … just … a little tired. Drink a little?"
"We have pregnant women in our family. You didn't touch any of them back then."
"That's true."
Wang Zijun laughed, tapped the cigarette ash, and crossed off two bottles of wine on the menu, leaving only one bottle.
"What's going on?" Xu Qing saw that something was wrong with him and asked in bewilderment.
"Nothing's wrong."
"Don't pretend. Just say it. It's not like you're broke. I'll lend you some. "
"I'm really fine. It's just … boring."
Wang Zijun paused for a while, leaned back in the chair, and looked down. "I don't know what's the point. I feel busy every day, but I don't know what I'm busy with. I can't do anything."
"What? Everything? "Qin Hao touched his chin and looked at Xu Qing.
"I heard that when men lose their sexual desire, they will like fishing or something that wastes time and money. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Get lost. I'm strong."
Wang Zijun laughed and scolded. He paused and said, "I don't know what to do. If you didn't ask me out, I might have sat in the car for a day."
"It's the disease of being rich. If you had to worry about milk powder and diapers every day, you might not have so much trouble."
"Maybe." Wang Zijun also felt that it made sense. He sighed and said, "I really envy you poor people. You live so happily."
"Damn it. Let's beat him up." Xu Qing said to Qin Hao.
"It's illegal to beat people up. Let's strip him and throw him outside." Qin Hao said.
"No, no."
Wang Zijun begged for mercy. Although he was about to be a father and was no longer the same as before, these two might really do it.
"Isn't it just some stinky money … Are you happy to say that?" Xu Qing could see that Wang Zijun's state was not quite right.
"Sigh … Qing Zi, I think I'm going to be depressed. Even playing games is no longer interesting." Wang Zijun scratched his head and took a deep puff of his cigarette. He was distressed about his state.
He did not know when he had said that he would play games for the rest of his life until he died of old age.
Now, even games could not make him happy. He felt that there was something wrong with him.
"You rich people have a lot of problems." Qin Hao curled his lips.
He originally came to learn, but looking at Wang Zijun's attitude, he would not be able to learn anything.
The rich man was not as talkative as before. He had been very quiet. He knew that there was something wrong with him, but he did not know what it was.
The two of them drank with him for a while. Qin Hao had something to do, so Xu Qing accompanied Wang Zijun for a walk.
"Play with the children when you have nothing to do. Aren't children born to play?"
In the end, Xu Qing said.
"That's true. Go back and play with the children. You should also go back and accompany your wife. By the way, are the twins in your family a boy and a girl?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask. It's more interesting to wait until the day of the birth."
"You really know how to play …"
Wang Zijun was convinced. If it was his family, he might have found a way to figure it out on the day he found out.
"But since you asked, I guess it's a boy and a girl." Xu Qing was happy. He had a son and a daughter. He was a winner in life.
He did not expect that he, Lord Qing, would also have such a day.
After returning home, he put his head on Jiang He's belly. Xu Qing felt that it should be a boy and a girl.
He had an indescribable intuition. Since he was pregnant with twins, they must be the best kind …
He and Jiang He had always been unlucky. They had been saving for so long. It might be prepared for these two little people.
Jiang He put her hand on his head and touched it gently. She did not know why Xu Qing was lying on her belly and did not get up. It was good for her to take this opportunity to experience the feeling of being a mother.
"Let's grow a beard."
"No."
"You look like a father with a beard."
"Who said that?" Xu Qing was puzzled by her thoughts. The occasional thought of the heroine was very puzzling.
"You can call yourself an old man. It's funny without a beard."
"I don't call myself that. I'm still young."
Xu Qing snorted and stood up. He was not 30 yet. An old man was at the age of youth.
When he was a little boy, he liked to be a grandfather and a father. Now he liked to say that he was young. Maybe he was really old.
Being old was a small problem. When he saw Wang Zijun again at the end of November, Xu Qing felt that there was a big problem.
"What the hell are you doing?" He looked incredulous.
Wang Zijun sat in a brand-new wheelchair and waved at him happily.
Then he pressed a button beside his hand. The wheelchair dudu moved forward.
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