Jiang He wasn't as fun as before.
This woman changed after giving birth to a child.
She didn't pretend to be delicate and blushing before marriage, but after giving birth, she didn't even know what it was to be shy.
Xu Qing angrily poured out the water and stayed in the living room, leaving her alone in the empty room.
Thinking about it, Jiang He was still fun at the beginning. He would be surprised by everything he saw. He could click on the floating window of the little butler on his phone all morning and watch it move around.
She stayed in front of the computer in the living room for more than half an hour. The night sky was dotted with stars and the crescent moon was like a hook.
Xu Qing got up and went back to the bedroom. Jiang He leaned on the bed and gritted her teeth while holding her phone.
"Is this person crazy? I stopped writing, but he kept chasing me and talking about science, saying that there are no ghosts. How can there be such a person! "
Jiang He was so angry that she shifted her anger to Xu Qing. She felt that this was caused by Xu Qing's jinx.
The last time she wanted to write a ghost story, Xu Qing said that someone might come to argue and explain that there were no ghosts in the world. In the end, there really was a contrarian, which made Jiang He's teeth itch. She just wanted to climb along the network cable with a sword and stab this person to death.
Who didn't know that there were no ghosts in the world? Do I need you to say that?
"You have to understand. Maybe the ghost story you write is too scary."
Xu Qing was very calm. He went to bed and burrowed into the quilt. He pressed the corner of the quilt to his neck and wrapped himself tightly, ready to sleep.
He was in a good mood now.
"It can't be you, right?" Jiang He saw Xu Qing wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and couldn't help but suspect and suddenly made this guess.
"Don't slander me. Let me tell you."
"It must be you, right?"
"You need evidence to speak … What are you doing? What are you doing?! Don't make trouble in the middle of the night … Ah! "
…
When the child turned one year old, he could already stand up and walk a few steps. The elder sister was still the elder sister. No matter what Jiang He said at the time of the child's birth, the one who won the fight would be the boss or not, she was still the elder sister.
Although it was better to beat his younger brother as soon as possible, it was still too early. Xu Qing was constantly beating his younger brother until he cried. This gave Xu Qing a headache. He could only try his best not to let the two of them come into contact.
It was fine for a girl to take after her mother, but for a son … to take after his father was a little pitiful.
"Shi 'an, you have to work hard. How can you let Big Sister bully you? She's only a little earlier than you, eh? "
Under Xu Qing's earnest guidance, Shi 'an kicked his little legs. No one knew what he was thinking, but he stuffed his fingers into his mouth. Xu Qing took them out and stuffed them back in.
Jiang He went out to look for a place to open a flower shop with Song Hui. Xu Qing stayed at home to look after the two cubs with White Gourd. The television was on. White Gourd lay on the windowsill and dozed off, while Xu Qing held a manual on raising human cubs to supplement his knowledge.
The first child was raised according to the book, and the second was raised according to the pig. Now that there were two at the same time, Xu Shi 'an should be glad that he could also enjoy the treatment of a first child, being carefully groped and raised by the couple.
"He will make you worry, surprise you, make you happy, make you care about him, let you experience your childhood again, let you understand your state of mind at that time, his naughtiness, his happiness, let you better understand your past self, and make your life more complete."
Using a pen to underline the passage in the book, Xu Qing sighed a little. Being a father was indeed a little different.
Only a father could understand a father's feelings. He looked at the two children and naturally thought of Xu Wenbin when he was in his thirties. At that time, the old man was still young, but he already had a serious face and looked very steady now.
But that was just an act. Xu Qing remembered that he had seen Xu Wenbin and Qin Maocai together to talk dirty.
The heavy burden was pressed down, and the idea of going out to travel was pushed to the corner. All he could think about was to grow up quickly, so that he could throw it aside when he grew up, and then travel all over the country with Jiang He, doing chivalrous deeds.
Oh, Jiang He was going to open a flower shop, so he might not want to go out with him.
It didn't matter. When the time came, he would hand the shop over to the siblings, and they would still be free.
Xu Qing lay on the sofa and dreamed. He didn't wake up until Jiang He came back.
"Look at the children until they fall asleep."
Jiang He curled his lips. The Internet was right. It was not reliable to let a father look after the children.
"As soon as they move, I wake up. I didn't sleep too well." Xu Qing was still reluctant to admit it. Who was to blame?
It was all his mother's fault. She didn't sleep at night and just fooled around.
It was a pity that his 30-year-old waist was so old.
"Is there a good place?"
"There are several good places, all of which are in the list of candidates. They haven't been decided yet."
"Oh, you're not in a hurry."
"What's there to be in a hurry? I've been preparing for so long. It doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."
Jiang He was as steady as an old dog. He looked around at the children, touched their buttocks, and then casually tied up his long hair into a bun. He washed his hands and went into the kitchen to cook.
"Our mother didn't come today?"
"No, are you still looking forward to her coming?"
Xu Qing continued to study the baby raising manual and said without looking up.
Zhou Suzhi wasn't very supportive of Jiang He's idea of opening a store. She was worried that it would distract her and that she wouldn't have time to take care of her child. Xu Qing was just like when she first rebelled against Xu Wenbin. She explained more than ten benefits with reason and emotion, but the old lady still felt that spending time with her child was more important.
Jiang He had been looking forward to selling flowers for a long time. She wouldn't give up just because of a few words. She was lucky to come to this prosperous and brilliant era from the eve of the An-Shi Rebellion. How could she stay at home every day? She also had her own things to do.
There were still a few months before autumn. It was enough time to find a good shop and renovate it. He had also figured out the source of raw materials. It could be said that he was well prepared.
"Shouldn't you read poems to the children?"
"How old are you? What the hell are you going to do? Don't learn from Song Hui. I have my own plans."
"But his Xiao Hao can already recite poems."
"Teach him if you want." Xu Qing took out his trump card. He didn't believe that the little old lady would pick up the textbooks again. She had packed up the books and sold them to the waste station.
Jiang He thought about it and decided to forget it. He believed that Xu Qing, a scholar, would know better than her.
"What if the children can't study well in the future?"
"Do you think you'll be fine just by studying?"
"… Do you want to fight?" Jiang He poked his head out of the kitchen with a spatula.
"Stupid woman, violent and unreasonable."
Xu Qing was disdainful. If she taught them, the two children would become mountain kings.
"It's good enough that they can be healthy. Don't think so much. The world is full of normal people. Your children have to learn poetry at the age of two and become a genius? Is he the protagonist or something? "
"I just think that her family …"
"What's there to compare with? It's not that I want to criticize you …"
Xu Qing started to nag. Jiang He felt like he had returned to the time when he first arrived.
In fact, Xu Qing had already considered this problem. Would they have a lower starting line than others? But after thinking about it, he decided not to give them too much hope.
"Healthy and healthy siblings, don't listen to your mother." He pushed the cradle gently. Xu Jin wanted to reach out and touch his brother. Xu Shi 'an was naive and didn't know how to hide. If he dared to move, he would cry.
Hearing this, Jiang He glanced at him and ignored him.
…
After finding the location, they would have to consult Xu Qing and Song Hui about the renovation. Jiang He was not familiar with this.
The small shop was a few dozen square meters. It was located at a corner of the street and didn't look very eye-catching. Xu Qing's suggestion was unique and eye-catching. It had to have a good style.
"What do you mean by unique?"
"Bright. First, it has to be bright. It has to be bright and atmospheric. The ventilation must be good. The color can be cold or warm, but it must not be dark. The place isn't big. The renovation will make it look big. "
Xu Qing held the child and gave instructions. Jiang He took notes in a notebook. Song Hui looked at the couple and felt that it was safe.
Wang Zijun drove over in his wheelchair. Song Hui wanted to pull him out of the wheelchair. It was so embarrassing.
"Why is it so small?"
"Small flower shop. What do you mean small? Can my wife take care of a big shop alone? "
"Hire people!"
"Get up. Go fishing in your wheelchair. Don't be a hindrance."
Xu Qing waved his hand to chase them away. The rich always wanted to take care of everything. He might not be able to change his nouveau riche face in this lifetime.
"I'll give you flower baskets when we open!" Wang Zijun said generously.
"What does our shop do?"
"Sell flowers."
"You're giving flower baskets to our flower shop?"
"…"
Song Hui couldn't stand it anymore. She found that this guy seemed to have triggered some strange buff after sitting in the wheelchair, just like Fan Wei who was tricked by Zhao Benshan.
As he rambled on, Wang Zijun's eyes suddenly froze.
Xu Qing followed his gaze and looked back. Jiang He was using his hands to break off a steel awl left by a merchant. It was nailed to the wall and was quite sturdy. He bent it before breaking it off.
Holding the black steel awl, she turned around and found that several people were looking at her hands.
"Uh … this, iron." Her head twitched. She didn't know why she had to introduce it to them.
It was heavy. She just remembered that she used to sell waste at home and pulled it off by coincidence.
"…"
"…"
"When it's time to renovate, someone will take care of it. You don't have to do it yourself." Xu Qing couldn't help but break the silence.
"Oh, okay."
The steel awl was thrown to the ground with a clang. Wang Zijun's eyelids twitched. He looked at Jiang He with a complicated expression and then looked at Xu Qing. He suddenly felt a little sympathy for this brother of his.
He just realized that what Xu Qing said about getting beaten up every day might be true …
When they first met, Xu Qing had introduced him as a friend from the village who had strong hands.
Had humans evolved to such an extent?
After they were done, Xu Qing pushed the stroller and walked outside with Wang Zijun. Wang Zijun wanted to hug his precious son, but Xu Qing refused, saying that intelligence might be contagious.
"Isn't it just a wheelchair? That's discrimination! "Wang Zijun was so angry that he slapped the armrest.
"By the way, what did your wife do in the past?" He looked back. When he couldn't see their wives, he finally let go of his curiosity.
"Ploughing."
"Bullsh * t, is she that … that …"
Wang Zijun thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of anyone who could be so capable.
"Sigh, tell me the truth."
Xu Qing sighed. Wang Zijun's eyes lit up. He hurriedly leaned closer to listen to the secret.
One look and he knew something was up!
"She is an international top assassin. She started training like hell at the age of three. At the age of four, she went on a mission and single-handedly slaughtered a special force in Siberia. At the age of five, she reached the top of the assassin ranking. She was known as the King of Hell. At the age of six, she returned to carry out a mission, but her bag was accidentally stolen …"
"Then she retired at the age of seven and lived by picking up trash until she met you and brought her home?"
Wang Zijun looked around for his pepper spray and planned to spray it on this guy's face.
"Why do you have this?" Xu Qing was surprised by the pepper spray in his hand.
"People are afraid of being famous as pigs are afraid of being fat. I live in a wheelchair. What if someone tries to harm me?"
"… You've thought it through."
Xu Qing was too lazy to complain. He could already see that the ultimate form of this guy's wheelchair was probably Doraemon's pocket.
"Stop bullsh * tting. Is your wife …" Wang Zijun paused. He didn't even have a reliable guess!
There might be a bug in this world, or there might really be people born with super strength.
Pushing the baby on the street, Xu Qing looked at the flow of people and chuckled.
There was only one in the world.
Qin Hao came from afar on his motorcycle. He saw them parked on the side of the road and greeted them.
"You two, what are you doing!"
"Taking the baby for a walk." Xu Qing greeted them and then pointed at Wang Zijun. "This guy just said that he wants your daughter to be his son's wife."
"Hey …" Qin Hao reached behind his clothes. "I'm going to cuff you! How dare you touch my daughter! "
"Don't listen to him. My son is already in kindergarten. There are a bunch of little girls there."
"Be human."
Qin Hao had become a real black fatty. After having a daughter, he started to put on weight. If it wasn't for the fact that he was a small police officer, people could easily mistake him for a bureau chief just by looking at his body shape and dark face.
Wang Zijun still looked like a young master with a weak kidney, thin and weak. Xu Qing didn't gain much weight. He lost weight after practicing martial arts. Instead, he looked stronger. The shirt he wore was not as empty as it was a few years ago.
Qin Hao came over to see the twins being pushed by Xu Qing. As usual, he was envious. Then he tried to guess which one was the older sister. This time, he guessed correctly.
The two babies weren't grown up yet. There wasn't much difference between them. If one didn't look at them often, it would be hard to tell them apart. They both looked like dolls, their little hands waving gently.
"Don't move. You'll blacken the baby. Be careful, Qing Zi's wife will beat you."
Wang Zijun thought about how Jiang He just broke the steel awl. He estimated that Qin Hao's physique might not be able to withstand a slap.
"Oh yes, some women get fat when they reach middle age. Their bodies are so big … Qing Zi, be careful."
He gestured. He sympathized with Xu Qing. He was so brave now. If Xu Qing's wife became that kind of auntie, she might crush Xu Qing to death with one finger.
He couldn't afford to offend her …
His son had better not touch Xu Qing's daughter. This kind of mother-in-law might kill him. If that kind of strength could be inherited, it would be even worse.
Xu Qing was too lazy to care about this guy. Jiang He was practicing yoga now. His body was strong. It was impossible for him to become an auntie.
"I'm tanned. I'm not dirty." Qin Hao said.
"You can't be tanned either. What if my child gets blackened?"
"I … F * ck!"
Qin Hao was so angry that his lips were trembling. He was so angry that he was shivering. Could this world ever be better? When would those who were not white be able to stand up?
Three middle-aged men were playing with two little children. Seeing Jiang He's figure from afar, Wang Zijun wisely withdrew his hand.
"Where are you pushing the children?" Jiang He and Song Hui passed by and saw the three men stopping by the side of the road to talk.
"I'm showing them off."
Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing and then at the others. Wang Zijun was fiddling with the wheelchair as if nothing had happened. Qin Hao grinned and greeted her and Song Hui.
When these men were together, they inexplicably made people feel that they were not very reliable.
And Song Hui's family … She looked at Song Hui and couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.
If Xu Qing dared to do that …
Her husband was in a wheelchair every day. His skin was probably itchy. He would be fine after a beating.
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