Xu Qing mumbled to himself. He was still a little unhappy when he got home.
Jiang He was holding a sword to open a package. When she saw him come back, she turned her head and looked at him. She resisted the urge to ask him about the wheelchair.
Perhaps it was the strange hobby of modern people. After living here for so long, she could not make a fuss.
"What is this?" Xu Qing saw the big package on the ground and asked. The package was square, more than one meter long. It was quite big.
"A small cart."
"A small cart?"
Xu Qing's tone was very surprised. Jiang He could not help but look up. "Yes, what's wrong?"
It was just a small cart. Why did he look as if he had seen a transformer?
"Why did you buy this thing?" Xu Qing could not help but guess. After sitting in the wheelchair for a while, he did not know why, but he subconsciously felt that Jiang He wanted to sit in the cart and let him push her out.
After all, a small cart was much cheaper than a wheelchair.
"It's convenient. When you move the flowers, you can put it in the cart and unload it when you push it in."
"Okay."
Xu Qing found that he was thinking too much.
He helped Jiang He open the package. A brand new cart appeared in front of him. He found that there seemed to be more and more things with wheels at home.
"I want to write a ghost story. Do you have any good suggestions?" After opening the package, Jiang He handed them to Xu Qing. Like an empress dowager, she slowly sat in front of the computer with her hands on her waist. Her gait was elegant. She planned to continue to do what she wanted to do before opening the package.
"My suggestion is not to write it."
"Why?"
"Because you are very likely to be scared by yourself."
"Am I that timid?" Jiang He was very angry. How could she be scared?
Xu Qing still remembered when she first came, she was scared by horror movies and went to take a bath with her sword.
Recently, this woman would hug his arm very close to her when she slept at night. He was always worried that he would turn over in the middle of the night and hit her stomach. It was useless to say it twice. Until that day, when he saw her recommendation page, it was all ghost stories. The heroine was a little addicted to horror stories.
"Your vocabulary is not enough to support you to write a complete story."
Xu Qing shrugged. It was just a suggestion. He was idle and did whatever he wanted to do. Now, Jiang He also had the same tendency. After all, he would occasionally feel bored and needed to change his mind.
"I don't care, I want to write!"
Jiang He didn't get any useful advice, so he just ignored him and sat in front of the computer to think.
"You have to be mentally prepared. Maybe someone will patiently explain to you every day that there is no such thing as a ghost in this world."
"I'm just writing stories."
"Some people will read your story as a thesis."
"That's amazing."
After spending so much time on the internet, Jiang He had also learned how to create a sockpuppet. One of them was researching flowers, and the other was making up stories. He couldn't come up with anything more than two hundred words. After racking his brains for a while, he turned his head and saw Xu Qing leisurely watching his dramas. He was very angry.
"Why are you so free?"
“？”
Xu Qing was confused.
"It's almost New Year, and you haven't even cleaned the house yet. Why are you still sitting here?"
"…"
The big-bellied woman's mood was very similar to Optimus Prime. She could change on a whim, and the transformation process didn't even take a few seconds. Xu Qing surrendered and put on his old clothes. He picked up the broom and started to do the big cleaning before the New Year, clearing away the cobwebs in the corners.
Looking at Xu Qing working, Jiang He felt a lot more comfortable. Inspiration also came.
"The top of his broom suddenly turned into hair. When he looked again, he realized that he was holding a human head, and there was a stick stuck in the head. It turns out that he had been sweeping the floor with a human head just now …"
Xu Qing leaned behind her and read a paragraph. He then looked at the broom in his hands, and his heart was racing. "Don't tell me the main character of your horror story is called Xu Qing?"
"How can that be? That's too scary."
"True … I feel that it's good to write something that is simple and refreshing. It's about the stupid daily life of the ancient people in the modern world. It's weird to use a human head."
"Are you done with your work?"
"…"
Xu Qing took a look at Jiang He's account, turned around, and went to the balcony to continue cleaning.
He planned to put on a sockpuppet and argue with Jiang He later. There were no ghosts in this world.
…
In the next few days, as the New Year approached, Wang Zijun, who had a lot of free time, drove his wheelchair to look for Xu Qing several times. Jiang He finally could not stand it anymore.
"You're always with him. You won't be infected like him, will you?"
Xu Qing had just bought a bouquet of flowers. He put it in a vase and looked around. He was amused by Jiang He's worry. "How can that be? He just does it for fun. I've never heard that it's contagious."
"But I've seen you sit in his chair."
"…"
"Ahem." Xu Qing coughed a little awkwardly. "I'm just curious to experience it once. He is depressed. He will be in a good mood when he gets a new toy. I'm fine."
"Depressed?"
"Yes, it's a kind of psychological illness. It's quite complicated, but he cured it with his wheelchair. Look at him now, running around like a fool every day."
Jiang He frowned and searched for depression on Baidu. He looked at the introduction on the webpage thoughtfully.
"I heard that there is postpartum depression? Should I get one too? "
"… You'll be happy as long as you beat me up. You don't need that thing."
Xu Qing said helplessly. Looking at her humming and taking care of the flowers, and thinking about riding a tricycle, depression would be a joke.
"It seems like it's easier for scholars to get married. Just like in your time, poor scholars were depressed and couldn't achieve their ambitions. They cried and wailed every day, saying that they were born at the wrong time and that the Heavenly Dao was unfair and blah blah blah. I've never heard of a sword-wielding person waving his sleeves and covering his face while sighing. Be good and take good care of the fetus.
"Oh …" Jiang He moved the mouse. "Will rich people be depressed too?"
"It has nothing to do with money … It should have something to do with it."
"Really?"
"We're happy as long as we earn money. They are different. They have to think of ways to preserve the value of their property and not let it shrink. Without a good way to preserve the value, it's the same as losing money every day. It's easier for them to get anxious." Xu Qing said casually. "Money affects people the most."
"Luckily, we're poor."
"… I'm very sad to hear you say that."
"What's there to be sad about?"
"I have a car, a house, and a wife who is pregnant with twins. I'm really not poor. I'm just not rich enough."
"Oh …"
Jiang He thought about it. Indeed, she was poor when she first came. She didn't even have a pair of decent shoes. Her stomach was still growling in front of Xu Qing. She didn't wash her hair for a few days and was drenched in the rain. Her hair was in strands. She was as miserable as she could be.
"We're also rich and eat meat every day." She nodded with satisfaction. Just now, she felt that they were a little poor compared to rich people. In fact, they were quite rich.
This thing couldn't be compared. If they were to compare, who could compare to the emperor? … Only Shen Wansan and He Chen could compare, and then they were beheaded.
"Yes, yes, a rich family!" Xu Qing agreed.
"I still can't understand why he has to sit in a wheelchair." Jiang He felt that people were really interesting. She had never seen an emperor depressed before … Oh, maybe she didn't know. Maybe she didn't know which emperor was secretly depressed.
For example, that person who asked the emperor how worried he was. If he was so worried, he might be depressed.
"We can compare wealth to seawater. The more you drink, the more thirsty you get. The same goes for reputation —"
Xu Qing took out a book from the cabinet. When he was renovating, he also made a built-in cabinet in the living room. There were many empty spaces on the wall. Randomly stuffing a book would be a bookshelf. Making a sword rack would be a weapon display cabinet. Now, all the books were moved out. There was only a table left in the study room. After putting in a bed, it would be the bedroom.
Jiang He's eyelids twitched. "I finally know what's the use of reading more."
"Hmm?"
"Pretending to be pretentious is just right. I can't say such things."
"Girls shouldn't be so rude." Xu Qing was surprised that Jiang He could learn to pretend to be pretentious.
"Is this called being rude?"
"It sounds weird coming from your mouth."
"I think you have a prejudice against me." Jiang He straightened her body and sat on the chair with her back against the computer desk. She said to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was stunned. "What prejudice?"
"Hmm … it's prejudice." Jiang He couldn't say it for a moment. She raised her head and thought for a while. Then she said, "Look, if it was Pingping or Xiaohui who said this word, would you think they were rude?"
"…"
Xu Qing saw her expression and couldn't help but think seriously. If it was Gong Ping who said he was pretending to be pretentious …
Indeed, it wasn't the word rude.
"Look, the same words, but different people say them, and you have different opinions. Isn't this prejudice?" Jiang He looked at his expression and said.
"Because you are my wife, so …" Xu Qing was reluctant to admit it. At the same time, he thought that if he married a modern wife, it wouldn't be a big deal if she said he was pretending to be pretentious.
He was deep in thought.
"Is it because I am your wife?" Jiang He asked.
"… There seems to be other reasons." Xu Qing was still thinking.
"I won't say it if you don't like me, but you can't have prejudice against me."
Jiang He snorted and was satisfied. "I admit that you are stupid, Xu Qing."
"You are the smartest."
Xu Qing was still thinking about this. Was it because she was from the ancient times?
No …
"It's not prejudice. It's because we have lived together for a long time and are used to some things. Some of your changes are worth celebrating, and some of them make me not used to it," Xu Qing said.
Jiang He paused for a moment and wrinkled her nose.
"Seems like your quibble makes sense."
With this interruption, Xu Qing put the book in his hand back and wanted to take out "The Art of Film" to read. Jiang He looked down at his stomach and thought for a while. "Xiao Hui's child is learning some Tang poetry. Isn't it compulsory?"
"Ah? His child … is only two years old in a month, right? Can he learn it? "
Ever since Wang Zijun could crawl, he rarely mentioned his son. He did not know if Xu Qing could speak fluently at the age of two.
"I just read it to him, and there are cards and such …" Jiang He gestured.
Looking at Jiang He's expression, Xu Qing frowned. "Did you hear what she said?"
"She is to raise children."
"Don't be affected by her. We should raise him as we should. Those depressed people are thinking too much. They want to teach their children to be geniuses before they grow up. This is a problem …"
Xu Qing finally knew why Wang Zijun was depressed. He did not need to think to know the atmosphere in his house. No wonder the games were not fun …
"According to her, raising a child is so complicated. She has even planned which junior high school the child will go to." Jiang He scratched his nose. He did not know if this was something all parents had to consider.
She seemed to have miscalculated her pregnancy. She was no longer a five or six year old child, running around the mountains cutting grass.
"His family has the throne, but we don't. Just leave it to me. Don't listen to them. We are different." Xu Qing was a little worried. It would be bad if the silly heroine was led astray. She might really watch a three-year-old child read poetry and become anxious.
"Oh, I think so too."
Jiang He was relieved to hear Xu Qing's words. Both of them had the same thought. If Xu Qing was like that, she would be finished. She did not even know how to read a few poems, so who could teach her?
"As long as he is about the same as you and a little better than me, it should be enough, right?" She felt that a top genius was not something that her semi-illiterate mother could give birth to.
"Hmm … more or less. Children and grandchildren have their own destiny. In the future, if they are capable, they can go to the big city to eat and drink well. If not, they can inherit this broken house of mine and live a stable life."
"It's good to live a stable life."
Jiang He deeply agreed. It was good enough for people like Xu Qing to be content with the status quo.
The rich ones often used a wheelchair and did not learn from them.
…
Gong Ping did not go home for the New Year. She wanted to avoid the gossip of her family and the blind dates that were introduced to her. She spent the New Year alone in Jiang City and planned to go back after the 15th.
She was alone in another city. Unexpectedly, she did not have any nostalgia. She just relaxed. She shopped at the market for half a day and bought a trunk of snacks and red couplets. She wanted to decorate the house and have a peaceful New Year.
Year after year, the urging for marriage was more and more ferocious than the previous year. She even suspected that she would become an unmarried person because of her conflicting emotions. When she realized this thought, Gong Ping was shocked and quickly adjusted her mentality.
She sat on the chair on the balcony and held a glass of lemonade. She sat under the sun for the whole afternoon and enjoyed her time comfortably. Suddenly, she remembered the two figures who were sunbathing at the entrance.
She kind of understood why Xu Qing was sunbathing at the old guard's place.
After thinking for a while, Gong Ping put down the glass, put on her coat and went downstairs. She went to the convenience store counter and randomly picked a box of red cigarettes. The little panda on the box looked very festive. After paying for it, she opened it at home and realized that she did not have a lighter.
How stupid …
She scratched her head and did not want to go there again. After thinking for a while, she ran to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove. Finally, she lit the cigarette.
She sat on the balcony again with the glass in her arms. The warm sun shone on her body and added some warmth to the cold winter.
Gong Ping held the cigarette between her fingers and leaned against the back of the chair for a while. She suddenly felt like a middle-aged man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"So comfortable …"
Gong Ping breathed a sigh of relief and brought the cigarette to her mouth. Then, she coughed violently. After a while, she looked at the little boy who was looking at her from the balcony next door and rolled her eyes at him.
She did not know if this child learned from Xu Qing. When he had nothing to do, he would happily practice martial arts on the balcony. Wouldn't it be better if he had the time to play King of Glory?
She threw the cigarette into the dustpan and stepped on it to extinguish it. She turned on her phone and watched some videos.
"Heartwarming! A middle-aged man confesses to his paralyzed boyfriend on the side of the road. He performs flower magic like a teenager! "
At the same time, there was a touching background music. It was like a youth idol drama.
"Pfft, cough, cough, cough …"
Gong Ping spat out the mouthful of lemonade she just drank. She coughed even more violently than before.
The little fatty next door looked at her with a little more sympathy.
According to the TV, she had a terminal illness and did not have long to live.
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