"In another twenty years, we will meet again, and we will all be burned to ashes. You and I will be in one pile, and no one will recognize the other."
Xu Qing hummed a strange song and returned home. The two human cubs were lying in the cradle, and White Gourd was lying on the windowsill, looking at them lazily, as if it were looking at its children. Jiang He was digging the soil in the flower pot on the balcony, and Zhang Zian didn't know what new planting method he was studying.
After giving birth, Jiang He's butt was much bigger than before, and it was round and smooth. Xu Qing stood at the door and admired it for a moment, and a word came to his mind.
A tiger's butt should not be touched.
He insisted on touching it.
He tiptoed over, and Jiang He just got up. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Xu Qing sneaking over. She only glanced at it, and she had already heard the sound of this guy entering the door.
"You're back?"
"Yes."
Xu Qing stopped what he was doing. It would not be fun if he was discovered, and his plan to sneak over was seen through.
Feeling a little bored, he went back to the living room and turned on the computer. When White Gourd saw Xu Qing coming, it left the windowsill and went to the balcony to watch Jiang He plant flowers. When it first moved in, it was a little not used to it, but later it became more and more fond of this new home, especially the balcony, which was simply a holy place to play. It was much better than the small and shabby place it used to live in. The cat litter box was also placed in the corner of the balcony.
Jiang He frowned with the small shovel in her hand, feeling that Xu Qing was a little strange.
She thought about it and ignored it. She continued to bend over and fiddle with the pot. There was a Nine Resurrection Grass in the pot.
The name sounded very martial arts and cool, but it was just an ordinary fern, except that it was very resistant to drought. If it was not watered, it would shrink into a state of suspended animation, and when there was water, it would come back to life.
But the name was really great, and it also had the functions of hemostasis and astringency. When the whole plant was burned to ashes, it could be taken orally to treat all kinds of bleeding diseases, and mixed with vegetable oil to treat all kinds of knife wounds.
Jiang He had the seed that she was not selling. She simply liked it. The name was auspicious, and it was practical … It was just her imagination that it was practical. Actually, there was no need for it now. Even if Xu Qing injured himself while practicing swordsmanship, there were band-aids at home.
After planting it, a small drop of water fell on his face. Jiang He looked up and pushed the folding awning over to cover the relatively fragile flowers, so that he wouldn't have to come over to rescue them when the rain got heavier.
"It's drizzling," she said, closing the window after washing her hands and returning to the living room.
"So, it's Lord Drizzle. I've heard a lot about you. My apologies for not recognizing you!" Xu Qing cupped his hands.
"…"
Jiang He rolled his eyes at him.
"I'm a gardener. Pingping and Xiaohui want to join me and open a shop."
"Ah?"
Xu Qing didn't react for a moment. He was stunned and said in surprise, "You're really good at attracting investment."
"I didn't attract investment. They saw that I'm raising so many flowers and wanted to sell them, so they thought …" Jiang He waved his hand. She didn't know how to do it, so she came to ask Xu Qing.
"What about the details?"
Xu Qing sat up straight and stopped joking. If Jiang He really wanted to do it, she had to do some serious research. Otherwise, there would be a lot of things out of thin air when she made a profit or a loss.
Jiang He thought about it and said, "Gong Ping must have mentioned it casually. Xiaohui is quite serious about it. She said that she can share the risk. She won't get involved except for buying shares. I'll make the decision."
"What do you think?"
"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you." Jiang He sat on Xu Qing's lap and clicked on his phone a few times. Then he took the mouse and waved it. He opened the document that had just been sent to him and said, "If we don't ride a tricycle and open a small flower shop, we'll need to invest about 40,000 to 50,000 yuan for the renovation, utilities, rent, and purchase of goods. Considering that we won't be making a profit in the early stage, we'll need to prepare more."
"Tens of thousands. We can afford it if we're short of money." Xu Qing looked back at the two children. If they didn't have two children, it would be easy to come up with tens of thousands of yuan. Now that they had children, they had to be more careful and keep more money in reserve in case of an emergency.
"Opening a shop is actually not easy," he added after thinking for a while.
"Well, in addition to the venue, purchase channels, and renovation, customers, and losses …"
Thinking of a series of things, Jiang He scratched his head. It was quite troublesome.
"Let's do it step by step. What's your problem now?"
"The problem is …"
Jiang He turned around and took a pen and paper from his side of the table. He imitated Xu Qing and drew on the paper. A simple mind map appeared.
After living together for several years, she had learned a lot of good things from Xu Qing.
"Money is not a big problem. Anyway, we can't find a place to open a shop immediately. We need to prepare for at least a few months or even more than half a year. The investment is not too much."
"Then you can do it yourself. What's the purpose of letting them participate?" Xu Qing followed her train of thought. "It doesn't matter whether Pingping participates or not.
"It doesn't matter if Pingping joins or not. It'll be quite beneficial if Xiaohui can join us. A florist doesn't just need to wrap the flowers. Aesthetic differences are also the core of a florist. She's a painter, so she's much better than me. Oh right, she also knows how to arrange flowers. Hmm … I like her aesthetic. The second thing is to share the risk …"
Xu Qing tilted his head and looked at Jiang He, who spoke with confidence and assurance. For a moment, he was in a trance. It was said that a pregnant woman would be stupid for three years. Why did it feel like Jiang He was becoming more and more intelligent?
This ancient person was incredible.
"If they all participate, I will be mainly in charge, and they will occasionally help. This is better than opening a shop on my own. Although I have to share some of the profits, it will not hurt me if I lose money." Jiang He looked up and saw Xu Qing's eyes. She raised her body and kissed his lips. "What do you think?"
"I think … uh …"
Xu Qing was speechless. Jiang He must have studied for a long time. Now, she just casually talked for a few minutes and she wanted him to talk?
Did she really think he was an omnipotent king?
Come on, trick, sneak attack!
"This needs to be considered carefully. There is no rush to make a decision. Also, the proportion of the investment …"
"I know. I just want to ask if you have any good ideas first."
"Not at the moment."
Xu Qing shook his head and patted half of her butt. "Go see if the child is awake. I will make a call."
He found his phone and called the rich man. He leaned against the window and looked out through the glass. The drizzle had turned into a light drizzle. Fine raindrops slid down the window. Outside, the flowers were blooming, and the leaves of the manjusri swayed gently with raindrops.
If Jiang He wanted to open a shop on her own, he would support her. Now, she felt that Song Hui would be very helpful in opening a shop. Sharing the risk was secondary. This made Xu Qing look at her in a new light.
If Jiang He wanted to open a shop on her own, he felt that there was a high chance that she would be rejected.
"Jiang He wants to open a flower shop. I heard from her that your wife wants to do it too. Did she mention it to you?"
"Yes, she told me that she wants to earn some pocket money." Wang Zijun could still hear the cadence of the poem "The Yellow River Flows into the Sea" on the other side of the phone.
"I was the one who suggested it. It is reliable to follow the two of you."
"Reliable my ass! I don't even know if it is reliable or not, "Xu Qing said. He did not know where Wang Zijun's inexplicable confidence came from.
It seemed that this guy was full of confidence in him since they were in school. He liked to think about everything with him and never looked for anyone else.
"Look at what you're saying. Your wife wants to open a flower shop, so you have to help her. Not to mention that she has done a live broadcast herself. Now that the Internet is everywhere, even if there are not many people in this small place, you have an advantage over others online. Besides, it doesn't cost much."
"Why do I feel that you, a capitalist, want to exploit the two of us?"
Xu Qing complained. Jiang He felt that it was better to open a shop with Song Hui, but Wang Zijun felt that Song Hui was taking advantage of them.
"If you agree, let them do it. Anyway, Song Hui has so much money saved up, so she's not afraid." Wang Zijun found a secluded corner. "This woman has everything to do when she's free. It's better to let them busy themselves."
Xu Qing opened the window a crack, and a cool breeze blew in. He smiled and said, "I don't care. She doesn't need my consent. I get beaten up every day. At most, I can give her some advice."
"Why don't you sit in a wheelchair too? Then she won't dare to touch you."
"…"
Three sentences could not be separated from the wheelchair.
"I suggest you go with your wheelchair." Xu Qing hung up the phone.
Looking at the weapon rack under the rain shelter outside, there were swords of all sizes displayed on it. It was originally prepared for Jiang He, but now it was he who had been using it. Jiang He no longer liked holding swords.
Or rather, she had never liked it. It was just a habit in the past, or perhaps it was because of the insecurity in her heart. Ever since she took out the potatoes and corn kernels from her bag, her interest in swords became less and less. She even chose yoga to lose weight.
As she grew older, Jiang He could settle down and find something she liked to do. It was not bad.
Looking back, Jiang He was looking at him.
"You get beaten up every day?"
"No."
"Since you said so, I think I should fulfill your wish."
"Don't make trouble …" Xu Qing waved his hand and got up from the window sill.
Jiang He fed the children. The two children were full and lay down quietly to gather energy. Looking at her shoulder that was not fixed, Xu Qing rushed over and pushed her into the bathroom with Jiang He's grumbling.
White Gourd looked at the two children desolately. His ears perked up twice, and he listened to the song on the computer and yawned lazily.
"Lend me a candle
Light up your outline
Longing will be reduced to a piece of legend
Memories will be broken
Maybe it will be broken
A thousand years later, I will fly past your tombstone ~ "
"Your water temperature can burn a pig to death!" Xu Qing yelled and ran out of the bathroom.
…
Opening a flower shop required planting flowers, but not all of them were flowers.
It was not that people wanted nine bouquets of flowers and then wrapped nine bunches. It had to be artistic and looked good together.
Floral design, color matching, scale, flower texture …
More flowers were grown in a vase with some water than in the soil.
Jiang He felt a little more tired than when she was studying, but she enjoyed it.
Every day when she was free, she would go out for a walk, go to a flower shop to secretly learn skills, and when she came back, she would learn to fiddle with it, take notes, and even learn to draw flowers next to her notes.
Other than spending time with her child and Xu Qing, she spent most of her time on flowers.
Xu Qing saw that the house was becoming more and more colorful, with fresh cut flowers placed here and there.
"I suspect that you have transferred all your wishes from farming to flowers."
He held Jiang He's hand and looked at the small wounds on it, and he felt a little distressed. Roses were not the only thorns.
Jiang He was thinking about other things, and after a long time, she shook her head and smacked her lips. "The more I think about it, the more I feel that grafting this damn thing … is really too strange."
"Huh? How is it strange? "
"Think about it, if you put your head on a woman's body and change into a new look, isn't it strange?"
"… Thank you very much."
Flower shops also had off-peak seasons. In the summer, there was little business, and the consumption of flowers was high. In the autumn, not only the weather turned cold, but the following festivals also came one after another.
Jiang He fully learned the advantages of Xu Qing. She was prepared to act with full confidence. She was not afraid of wasting her efforts, but afraid that she would not be prepared when the time came.
She couldn't open it this year, so she set the goal for the next autumn. In this almost a year, not only did she have to learn, but she also had to complete the site selection, raw material supply channels, and other miscellaneous things. She had to learn everything. If she still felt that it was not enough, she would continue to push it.
She had learned her lesson. It took her so long to finish the dried sweet potatoes, and Jiang He didn't want to leave a house full of flowers to slowly wither.
Opening a shop was risky, and she needed to be cautious when entering the business.
In the following days, Xu Qing took care of the baby while watching Jiang He fiddle with the flowers. Occasionally, he flipped through her notes, and the dense small words made him feel ashamed of his inferiority.
It was a pity that if she didn't struggle in the society, but received nine years of compulsory education from an early age, maybe Jiang He would be a big shot in the industry.
Of course, it was also possible that she was irrigated by exam-oriented education — no matter what, it was never too late to learn. Xu Qing expressed his strong support.
Not to mention that she could make money and share the pressure, it was better to let the child grow up in this environment than to let two people stay at home every day. From any point of view, it was several times better than being a full-time housewife.
As the sister and brother grew up slowly, there was not much difference in their appearance. After all, they were born in the same belly. Even if they were born in two different births, they would still look very similar.
Learning to turn over and crawl on the bed, Xu Qing felt pain and happiness. He shaved the hair that had just grown out, and returned to the appearance of a buzz cut — he finally understood why Wang Zijun shaved his head.
Although the baby was small, his hands were very strong. He might have inherited his mother's ability to pull hair, which was very painful.
Xu Qing even felt that Jiang He encouraged him to grow a beard, and maybe it was for the convenience of the child to play with it.
Spring passed and autumn came, and Jiang He became more mature. Her black hair was loose, and her eyes were black and bright. She no longer looked like a naive girl.
Her whole body exuded the unique charm of a young woman, which made Xu Qing have to strengthen his martial arts training.
"Holding a thermos to soak your feet at such a young age, are you useless?"
"Tell me the truth, do you know how to collect yang to nourish yin?"
"What the hell!"
Jiang He spat at him, and was pulled by Xu Qing to sit next to him. They put their feet in the basin together.
A basin of soup before going to bed was better than a prescription.
Seeing that Xu Qing was done soaking and stood up, Jiang He's eyes wandered, and it seemed that she thought of something. She suddenly said, "Help me find the technical specialist certificate and my notes on growing flowers."
"Wipe your feet first." Xu Qing took a towel and was about to take it out for her.
"No, help me find it first."
"Crazy …"
Xu Qing, who was nearly 30 years old, muttered. He went to the iron basket he made before and easily found Jiang He's technical specialist certificate, which had never been used even after buying it.
"Why are you looking for this?" He handed over Jiang He's notes together.
"These notes are all written by me?" Jiang He exclaimed. Time passed so fast.
"Or is it still me?"
"I remember what you said in the beginning?" She handed the notes to Xu Qing and said.
Xu Qing flipped through the notes casually. "What did I say?"
"That."
"What?"
"Drink it."
“？？”
Xu Qing saw Jiang He's little feet coming out of the basin, and then looked at the way Jiang He folded his arms, and suddenly froze.
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