As the head of a big family, he not only has to take care of the two-legged beast, but also has to keep an eye on the child. White Gourd is really worried.
Seeing that both of them are here, it goes to the balcony to play with peace of mind.
Xu Qing was coaxing the child, but as soon as he is in Jiang He's arms, he immediately stops crying.
"It's good to be a mother."
Jiang He glances at Xu Qing, holding the baby and humming a few times, then wraps him up tightly and takes him to the balcony to get some fresh air.
White Gourd, who has just laid down on the balcony, reluctantly goes to the corner, hides behind the flowerpot, and only shows a tail swinging.
"Every time I see your big pile of flowers, I feel so good." Gong Ping enviously looks at the flowers on the balcony. Why didn't she choose a house with a balcony on the top floor?
All kinds of flowers are gathered together, and the fragrance of the flowers permeates the air. Standing here and looking into the distance, the sky is clear.
The martial arts field originally designed by Xu Qing has been completely reduced to a greenhouse. The awning above is not enough, so she bought a vertical retractable awning.
The open space for martial arts practice is constantly occupied and shrinking. Xu Qing estimates that she will have to wait until she really opens a flower shop and moves the flowers to the shop before the balcony can be restored to the size of the martial arts field.
"It would be better if it were a farmhouse. We don't even need flowerpots."
Jiang He holds the child and squats down slightly to show him the flowers. He swings his legs and looks very happy.
"Now that you have given birth to the baby, I don't see you resuming the live broadcast. Are you really not going to broadcast?" Gong Ping asks.
"No, I can't broadcast. I can't play the game halfway. I can't drop the mouse and go back to the bedroom to feed the baby."
"That's true."
Gong Ping really didn't think about this problem. She subconsciously thought that after giving birth to the baby, she would be liberated.
A young girl devotes herself to the family.
"Raising flowers is also good. It can cultivate one's mind." She is a little envious again. Before, it seemed that there was not much difference between the two. Even if Jiang He got married, it was only a matter of whether the boyfriend used electricity or not. Now it seems that the gap has widened.
At the very least, Gong Ping knew that she couldn't be like Jiang He, who gave up what she had been doing and devoted herself to a new life. She still had to eat and earn money.
Jiang He sniffed the flowers and turned around with a smile. "I'll focus on raising the child and fiddling with the flowers. I'll make this my lifelong career."
"He's a big flower farmer!" Gong Ping gasped in admiration.
"It's just a small family. It's only this much now. It's a far cry from the flower sellers."
Jiang He sighed and stood up. Carrying the child, he took a few steps on the balcony, looked around, and looked into the distance.
"It's a reliable plan."
Recently, she had been trying to help people answer questions about growing flowers. After studying hard for a year and putting it into practice, she was still a novice when it came to this skill. However, when it came to the question of growing flowers on the terrace, she was already an expert.
At the same time, she was thinking about shooting some short videos about planting and maintenance. She could learn while growing flowers. In the future, she could even do floral art and flower arrangement. Step by step, she had a clear plan. She wasn't like when she first started the live broadcast.
Thinking back to the time when she trained for someone, carried bricks, and sold snacks while playing games, Jiang He couldn't help but smile. She had done a lot of things in the few years she had been in the modern era.
It wasn't that she was out of touch with society, but that she had never kept up with it. With Xu Qing's help, her progress was considered fast. It was also thanks to her random attempts.
Between reading and growing flowers, she chose growing flowers. As for the child's education … she left it to Xu Qing. Who told him to go to university?
Gong Ping held Rourou and swayed gently. She even took two steps towards the corner where White Gourd was. White Gourd felt that this person was very sick. He simply bent down and jumped to the window sill. He went into the house to find Xu Qing, the sh * t-shoveling officer.
Gong Ping was more and more surprised. She looked at the window and retracted her gaze. "What's the child's name? It can't be Xu Rourou or Xu Zhuang, right? "
"The elder sister's name is Xu Jin." Jiang He looked at Rourou in Gong Ping's arms and smiled. He lowered his head to tease his son. "This is Xu Shi 'an."
"Hey, brother, this is too perfunctory!" Gong Ping complained.
"How is it perfunctory? In comparison, the elder sister's name is simpler."
"I don't think it's the strokes or anything else."
"You don't know the host?" Jiang He raised his chin. "Xu Shi 'an is safe."
This name was a little big.
But considering that it was a son, it was okay to be a little big. The elder sister could enjoy the prosperity of the world, and the younger brother … should not be lazy.
"I hope she can be a doctor or a lawyer in the future." Jiang He leaned over and touched Rourou's little mouth.
"What about Zhuangzhuang? An official? "
"Sure. It's good to be a police officer."
The two of them laughed and joked with each other, the giggles of babies in swaddling clothes.
"I thought you would name people like Xu Ziqian or Xu Mingdao …"
Every era had its own unique characteristics. From the ancient times, the Longevity Turtle and the Longevity Turtle, to the modern Wei Country and Wei Dong Country, to Zi Tong, Zixi, and Ziyan, the people around them would often give off a feeling of unpredictability when they came up with their names.
Xu Jin was like this. Shi 'an was out of Gong Ping's expectations. The more she thought about it, the more interesting it was, but she couldn't say anything.
Jiang He smiled faintly and teased the child.
The prosperity of the world and the peace of the people were the greatest shock she felt when she first arrived.
As she gradually familiarized herself with modern life, Jiang He also saw many shadows under the prosperity of this era. But to her, she was already lucky enough to come to such an era.
"I wonder what it'll be like in 20 years."
"Don't think too much."
"It'll be here in the blink of an eye."
Xu Qing leaned against the window in the living room with the cat in her arms. She looked out and saw the two of them chatting with the child.
Gong Ping could not understand, but Xu Qing, a person who knew the root of the matter, understood. She knew how to treasure more than those people in their seventies and eighties, because Jiang He had gone through hunger, seen murder, and her hands had been stained with blood.
No matter how familiar she was with the modern world, some thoughts were always different.
Children seemed to never get enough sleep. At this stage, they ate and slept, especially after crying, it was easier for them to fall asleep. The younger brother closed his eyes and said something. Not long after, the older sister became obedient and gathered her energy to continue playing at night.
After Gong Ping left, the two cubs lay in the cradle and slept soundly. Jiang He moved closer to Xu Qing and rubbed against it.
"I'm warning you, don't disturb my work." Xu Qing was very gentlemanly. He opened the software without even turning his eyes.
"Are you dying?"
“？？”
"I heard that after giving birth, some men will have a shadow and become …" Jiang He sneaked a glance at him.
That was too much!
Xu Qing was so angry that he didn't even go into the bedroom. He threw White Gourd out of the window, closed the curtains, and fought with her.
…
Six months passed in the blink of an eye. Xu Qing, who was already a husband and a father, showed signs of putting on weight. After he was surprised to find that his weight had changed, he doubled the amount of time he spent practicing boxing.
Not far away, the people on the other balcony came out to have a look when they were bored. For them, not only could they smell the fragrance of flowers when the wind was right, but they could also hear the sound of boxing, which made them wonder if there was a Feng Yuxiu living next door.
There were some new things in the house. Jiang He didn't practice swordsmanship anymore. Instead, she got a blanket and learned yoga from someone. Every day, when she was tired of reading and taking care of the flowers, she would turn on the TV and practice for a while.
Xu Qing suspected that she still felt that she couldn't do it, so she went to a place to ask before she started practicing. He was so angry that he tried to prove it for a few days.
How could a martial arts practitioner not be able to do it?
If it wasn't for the fear of having two children in secret … Xu Qing was a little traumatized by this. He picked a time to have a serious talk with Jiang He.
"If you want to have three or four children, you must tell me. Don't secretly make a hole …"
"I don't!" Jiang He retorted loudly. He didn't want to continue having children.
"I mean, if there is —"
"There is no if!"
"Then let's just say if …"
"Do you want to fight?"
“？？”
"I think you just want to fight!"
Jiang He pulled Xu Qing to the balcony and taught him a lesson on the empty space that wasn't occupied by the flower pots.
Wang Zijun still drove his electric wheelchair around after work. Occasionally, he would modify it and add some parts. The wheelchair was no longer the wheelchair it used to be. It was a super luxurious, incomplete, exclusive wheelchair.
In addition to the remote control, there was also a USB port on the armrest for convenient charging of the mobile phone. There was a cloth bag at the back that contained the fishing rod, mobile phone holder, and other miscellaneous items.
He never looked back on the road of tinkering with the wheelchair. He even wanted to make one for the old man, which made his father so angry that he almost broke his legs.
If it weren't for the doctor's certificate, he might have been beaten to death.
"Make one?" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair in high spirits. This was the meaning of his life. If it weren't for his brother who had returned from studying abroad, he would have found a way to open a custom-made wheelchair factory to serve those who felt lost in life.
"If I don't, I'll be beaten to death."
Xu Qing shook his head firmly. With Jiang He's bad temper, if he dared to move a wheelchair home, she would dare to use the secret skill of the Waving Hand Boxing.
Because of his relationship with Wang Zijun, Jiang He was also very close to Song Hui. The two women took the opportunity to complain about their two unreliable children's fathers. One of them was in a wheelchair every day, and the other was paralyzed on a chair or sofa at home.
Although Xu Qing had been working hard to lose weight through boxing, Jiang He didn't see it.
Even if he saw it, he couldn't say it. He couldn't boast about his husband with Song Hui. That would be too bad.
Qin Hao was always busy. Although they weren't estranged, they didn't have much time to see each other. The two of them didn't go out of their way to look for him. Qin Hao wasn't as free as the two of them. He didn't spend much time with his family. After a busy day, he always wanted to spend more time with his wife and child.
"Your daughter is pretty. Let her be my daughter-in-law."
"Get lost. If she's a girl, she'll be your daughter-in-law." Xu Qing was annoyed. "Be careful, or my wife will beat you."
"Is your wife that powerful?"
"It's not that I'm boasting, but she can crush you with one finger."
"Keep bragging. You're afraid of your wife, but you still make her sound like a martial arts master. Are you going to say that she practices Sanda?" Wang Zijun almost laughed out loud.
He really didn't expect Xu Qing to be afraid of his wife. He was happy to see it.
Wang Zijun swayed his wheelchair left and right in an S-shape to show his mood. Xu Qing couldn't help but go over and push him.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? "Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair.
"Once I push, you have to go in."
Xu Qing pushed him to a place far away from the women's restroom and grabbed the armrest behind the wheelchair.
"Come on, I'm ready!" Wang Zijun was very excited.
"…"
Xu Qing released him grumpily. He forgot that this guy was shameless.
"You're already a father. You can't go back on your words." Wang Zijun was still waiting for Xu Qing to send him. If that happened, he wouldn't be the one who wanted to drive in.
"You're already a father. Can you be more stable?"
The two of them were almost thirty years old. When they were together, they could temporarily forget that they were not young anymore.
This was probably the reason why Wang Zijun liked to drive a wheelchair to find him.
The more he lived, the more he felt like he was going back to normal. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he couldn't help but think about what would have happened if he didn't have that child. Then, when he woke up, he would face reality. Looking at the small and soft child, he would dispel all thoughts. When he was annoyed, he would drive the wheelchair to the streets or find a way to modify it.
Wang Zijun didn't know if he was normal. From the people around him, he was definitely not right. But what did that matter?
Everyone had a different way of decompressing. Some people liked fishing, some liked figurines, and some liked drinking. He just got a large figurine that could be sat on.
"Is it stressful having a child?" Wang Zijun adjusted the wheelchair to a slow speed and walked side by side with Xu Qing. This was a new speed he added. In the past, the speed was too fast and he had to speed up to keep up. He couldn't always walk with others and need to push.
"It's alright. Anyway, it's not as easy as before. Every time I see them, I can't help but think about the future."
"He's much better than my wife. When he was one and a half years old, he couldn't even speak fluently. Then, he started reading poems and English to him with cards. Now, when he's two and a half years old, he's already booked a kindergarten and is ready to be sent there." Wang Zijun sighed.
Xu Qing smiled and didn't say anything. In his heart, he knew that Wang Zijun probably hoped that the child would be like his father and live a stable life. That didn't include having random girlfriends. That was a problem of character in the future.
Back then, Wang Zijun could have gone abroad to study with his brother. He didn't want to be too tired. It could be said that he had no ambition or that he was willing to give up. In any case, he stayed in Jiangcheng and went to a good university. In his words, he couldn't be an elite and didn't want to fight for anything.
Although he didn't have a family business like Wang Zijun, Xu Qing could live a comfortable life in Jiangcheng with his own ability.
He and Wang Zijun were the same type of people. They could go crazy, but there was no need to.
Just as the Pianist Over the Sea said, life was everyone's choice. There was no right or wrong. Now that the child was born, his mentality had changed a little. He thought about things from a different perspective.
"What do you think it will be like in 20 years?" Xu Qing suddenly asked as he thought about the two children.
"In 20 years, I don't know if I can add a jet engine to my wheelchair … Speaking of which, I want to install a foot pedal so that I can move around occasionally." Wang Zijun rubbed his chin and thought.
Install a foot pedal on a wheelchair?
Xu Qing tilted his head in confusion and looked at Wang Zijun's luxurious wheelchair.
"I think you really have that serious illness."
He sighed.
The standard of living had really improved. All kinds of retarded games could be developed.
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