The Tang Dynasty …
It was also a brilliant era. Xu Wenbin thought about what he knew and carefully tasted the dishes made by Jiang He.
From the Qin Dynasty to the modern city, time flew by, and many people passed by hurriedly. The farmland and houses were replaced by high-rise buildings, and modern buildings rose from the ground. Trains roared, and crowds surged.
In the past, he always felt that the mysterious veil of history covered by time was the most fascinating.
Now, he felt that the footprints of human beings in history and the prosperity created by their own hands were the miracle.
The greatness of creation and the wonder of the world.
"It's so good to be modern."
Xu Wenbin sighed. He picked up a rib and put it into his mouth. Zhou Suzhi looked at him strangely.
Xu Qing smiled and winked at Jiang He. This woman still loved to eat.
In the past, she was afraid of suffering. She had to eat every bit of meat on the rib.
Shi An wanted to throw it away if he didn't finish it. She knocked him with her chopsticks and he ate it clean.
After the meal, Xu Wenbin held a cup of hot tea. The difference between the three generations was very big. The old man was not like Xu Shi 'an, who would forget what he said in the blink of an eye. He kept his promise with Xu Qing. Other than looking at Jiang He like an antique, he didn't ask anything else.
Xu Wenbin knew that the couple were smart. If you said yes, then yes. If you said no, then no. If you wanted evidence, then no.
"How are they at school?"
When Xu Qing heard the old man mention the siblings' studies, she took a sip of tea and said, "They're only in the first grade. Whatever you can tell, it's not too bad. If you can't learn well, it's only a matter of whether you're lazy or not, not whether you're smart or not.
"First grade …"
Xu Wenbin held the tea and looked away. He touched the hair on his temples and felt that he was really old.
He didn't care about them. One could support himself by messing around, and the other could play games well in the Tang Dynasty and open a flower shop. He felt that he might not be as good as the couple.
Old was old. He had to admit it.
"What are these? Why do I feel like I'm getting more and more confused? "Xu Wenbin humbly asked for guidance. Nowadays, sometimes he couldn't even understand how to use a mobile phone.
Xu Qing took the phone and looked at it. He could not help but fall into deep thought.
"Whooosh."
"Suck, suck."
"YLMB"
"XSWL, QYVEY"
"..."
"To be honest, I don't understand it either."
"…"
"You say it's English, but it's not English. You say it's Pinyin, but it's not Pinyin …" Xu Wenbin was puzzled. It was harder to guess than the Oracle Bone Script. At least it was pictographic most of the time.
"I'll just browse the forum for the elderly."
Xu Qing finally understood how Xu Wenbin used to feel when he played those "I don't understand" games. He couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Back then, Emperor Qin Shihuang had spent so much effort to unify the written language. For this, he did not hesitate to destroy the six states and sent troops to battle for many years.
It was all for nothing.
There was nothing new under the sun. What had happened would happen again. What had happened would happen again. What had happened would happen again. History was formed by reincarnation.
It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. They were not in a hurry to go back. They stayed here for a while and chatted with each other.
The older generation liked to repair, repair, repair. They liked to repair everything before using it. Xu Qing did not have that habit. So the siblings squatted at the side and watched Xu Wenbin repair things.
Jiang He and Zhou Suzhi were studying her roses on the balcony. In this aspect, Jiang He was already an expert. If Zhou Suzhi was planting it on the open space, it would be fine. She could let her grandson pee on it as fertilizer. However, she could not do that in the flower pots on the balcony. Growing flowers nowadays was not the same as before. Looking at the various kinds of soil and fertilizer used in the flower pots, it was a headache.
The family was very lively. On the contrary, Xu Qing had nothing to do. He walked around leisurely, then sat back on the sofa and switched channels with the remote control. He looked left and right. Jiang He had two children with him. Unknowingly, his life had completely changed.
At around nine o 'clock, he left. When he went downstairs, he met Qin Hao and his wife with Xiaoxiao. He greeted them and made an appointment to go out to play when they were free.
"Dad, is there really Chang 'e?" Xu Shi' an raised his head and asked.
"You have Xiaoxiao and you still want Chang 'e?" Xu Qing looked down on him for eating from the bowl and looking at the pot. Bah, scumbag.
“？？”
Xu Shi 'an was a little confused. What did this have to do with Xiaoxiao …? He would be able to see Xiaoxiao again at school tomorrow.
He climbed into the car happily. Xu Jin was speechless at his stupid brother.
Other people would hide their love for a girl and loudly deny it with a red face and neck. Only Xu Shi 'an was shameless and didn't know what it was to be shy.
There was no school today, so there was no lunch break. After playing for a whole day, the siblings were sleepy in the car. They went back to take a shower and put on their pajamas. The two little people went back to their own rooms to sleep.
White Gourd was already very old. It was lazy and didn't like to move. It lay on the cat tree and watched the little turtle crawl around. Its ears moved from time to time, as if it was laughing at the stupid turtle.
Xu Qing helped it scratch its chin. White Gourd closed its eyes comfortably and enjoyed the service of a sh * t-shoveling officer.
After playing with White Gourd for a while, he didn't turn on the computer. He went to the balcony and imitated the ancient literati to appreciate the Mid-Autumn Moon. It was said that the moon was round on the fifteenth day of the lunar month. In fact, the fifteenth day of the lunar month was quite round. The bright moonlight shone down, and the balcony was lit even without the lights.
The evening breeze blew gently, bringing with it the coolness of autumn.
Sitting on the rattan chair and rocking gently, Jiang He, who had just taken a shower, came out to see what he was doing. As a result, she was pulled into Xu Qing's arms. It was so late, and the child was asleep, so she didn't struggle. She moved a little, found a comfortable position, and crawled into Xu Qing's arms. The recliner made two soft sounds, and then became quiet again.
Listening to Jiang He's soft breathing, Xu Qing's hand stroked her back. Now this woman was like a ripe fruit, so perfect everywhere.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang He rubbed against his chest, and her voice was soft.
"I want to know why you smell so good."
"I bought a new shower gel. It smells like gardenias. Doesn't it smell good?"
Jiang He bit her lip and snickered. She raised her arm and put it in front of his face.
This woman's every move was particularly seductive.
Xu Qing leaned back on the rattan chair, looked up at the cold moonlight, and thought of Jiang He's heroic posture when she danced with her sword that year.
The twinkling stars instantly drowned the memories of the past.
His wife was an ancient person picked up from the streets. Who would dare to believe it?
Xu Qing laughed and lowered his head. Under the moonlight, he lowered his head, and his fingers caressed Jiang He's cheek.
Time had left a faint trace at the corner of her eyebrows, full of the charm of her age.
Looking back, half of her life had passed, and it seemed like it was only yesterday that the disheveled and vigilant heroine was still there.
"Do you want to give them a sister?" Xu Qing asked.
"Are you crazy?" Jiang He asked.
"Didn't you say that I'm a lecher? I have to give birth to five children …"
"I think you're itching for a beating. Get up!"
"Don't mess around. Let's hug for a while." Xu Qing held Jiang He in his arms. He was very honest and didn't touch her.
"Do you think there's a next life?" He asked.
"Maybe there is. I saw someone on TV who looks like the Second Mother."
"Uh … there's also someone who looks like Jay Chou, and someone who looks like Mr. Ma. There are thousands of people who look alike." Xu Qing didn't expect that Jiang He would see someone who looked like her on TV.
"Hmph, I think it's her. She's living a good life now." Jiang He would rather believe that it was the Second Mother who came back, but she didn't disturb her like a lunatic.
It was enough to know that she was living a good life.
"That's true. She's such a smart person. As long as she's not in troubled times, she'll be living a good life."
Xu Qing looked up at the night sky and said.
With Jiang He as an example, he believed that people who were connected by fate would always meet in various forms.
His mind was full of thoughts, and he finally let out a sigh.
He missed the autumn afternoon when the two of them met for the first time.
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