Xu Shi 'an was extremely angry for another day. After eating at Xu Wenbin's place, he was still angry when he returned home. He paced back and forth in the living room, swearing that he would wait for Xu Jin to find a boyfriend …
"What if he finds one?"
"Wait and see!"
"Then I won't look for one." Xu Jin glanced at him and turned his head. "Dad, did you hear that? If I don't look for a boyfriend in the future, I will blame him. He threatened me to not look for one."
Xu Shi 'an: "?"
Xu Qing: "??"
Snowflakes fluttered outside. The northern wind carried the snowflakes as they swirled past the window.
The snow was strong and the wind was strong. When Jiang He came home, it was already night time. He took off his scarf and hat. His face was red from the cold. He jumped up and was about to give Xu Qing an ice palm on the back of his neck when he remembered that the siblings were at home.
Xu Shi 'an was sitting there with the remote control in his hand. He tilted his head and looked at Jiang He in surprise. He could not understand how Jiang He could jump so far.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang He stood up straight and regained his composure. He smoothed his fringe and walked to the fridge as if nothing had happened.
These two guys could eat too much. They even found it troublesome to cook when they came home.
"Mom, you seemed to … jump just now?"
"Like a toad?" Xu Qing said.
"…"
Then the father and son were beaten.
Xu Shi 'an felt wronged. It was his dad who said it. He was just curious. It had nothing to do with him. He did not say it looked like a toad.
"Dad, was my mom as hot-tempered as Xu Jin when she was young?" Xu Shi 'an asked softly as he listened to the sound of chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
"Not even ten of your sister can compare to her." Xu Qing rubbed his chest. He still remembered that a blow to his head made him feel pain for a few days. He even suspected that this woman had practiced the Iron Head Skill.
The Xu family seemed to have more women than men … He looked at Xu Shi 'an. He must be someone who was bullied by Xiaoxiao.
"Have you ever had an argument with Xiaoxiao?"
"No."
"To be honest, I don't care."
"Well … I think so." Xu Shi 'an pondered. "Women are all like that."
"All of them?" Xu Qing frowned.
"Hmm?"
"Anything you say?"
"Did I say that?" Xu Shi 'an was confused.
The father and son looked at each other, looking at each other.
"You're right, it's all the same." Xu Qing glanced at the kitchen and then at Xu Jin's bedroom door.
Xu Qing hid in his room and played precious videos of early humans domesticating Xu Qing. The internet had memories of events from 20 years ago. Not only were there videos of the two of them playing games and doing advertisements, there were also videos of Wang Zijun strolling around in a wheelchair, and there were also videos of him making flower baskets and cutting flowers after he opened a florist shop. There was also video of Auntie Gong Ping playing the Chinese zither — she played really well.
"Birds of a feather flock together," Xu Jin lamented. She had even seen Gong Ping and Jiang He attract each other's attention, but she did not know why they stopped doing it in the end.
According to Xu Qing, he seemed to have opened a florist shop and stopped playing games — it was not good for the body to sit all the time, and more importantly, he was tired of playing games for a few years.
A classic example of not doing a proper job …
It snowed for a night and a day. In the afternoon, it became a drizzle, intermittently falling.
The family went out to buy clothes. It was rare for the four of them to go shopping together. In Xu Shi 'an's memory, the last time was a long time ago, at least before the third year of high school.
In fact, there wasn't much to shop for. Not only was Zhang Zian a straight man, but he was also very straightforward when it came to buying clothes. He would either pick a suitable size online and place an order, or he would go to a physical store to pick a random piece of clothing if he didn't want to wait. Even his mother was the same.
And then there was Xu Jin … she preferred to stay at home.
No matter how he thought about it, it seemed that Xiaoxiao was the only one who liked shopping. In this situation, he suddenly wanted to take Xiaoxiao with him. The five of them would go out together, like a big gang. They would pull Wu into the shop and then pull Wu out together.
"Xiao Jin looks good in red. Whoosh." Xu Qing always wanted to dress Xu Jin up in a festive red, flame-like color. At first glance, one would know that she was not to be trifled with and had a strong aura.
"My mother wears it too?"
"Yes! All of them! "
Xu Qing was passionate about dressing up his wife and daughter. He made do with himself and Xu Shi 'an. He randomly picked a checkered one, but Xu Shi' an did not like it, so he changed to a striped one.
The mother and daughter changed and came out to try on the clothes. There were two styles, one mature and the other beautiful. They stood in front of the mirror and looked left and right.
"How old am I? Why am I still wearing the same clothes as Xiao Jin …" Jiang He looked reluctant, but secretly laughed in her heart.
She lowered her head and looked at them for a while. Then, she loosened her hair and tied it behind her back like Xu Jin. She took a photo with her phone.
There was a joy in her eyes that could not be hidden.
Watching her children grow up gave her an indescribable sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.
And there was also Xu Qing …
Looking back, Xu Qing was also smiling. This man was no longer young. It was as if he had gifted his time to his son. Xu Shi 'an, who was standing beside him, was like a replica of him when he was young.
"This is it!" Xu Qing made a decision. He took out his card from his pocket and was ready to pay.
"Dad, I haven't tried it on yet." Xu Shi 'an was confused.
"Hmm? Why don't you try it on your body and you'll be able to choose? "
"…"
"Hurry up and try it on! Get me a bigger one. " Xu Qing smiled. He did not need to try it on. The two of them were about the same height. As long as the size was bigger, he could wear it.
"I'll buy the same. Am I old or are you wearing gaudy clothes when you're young …"
Xu Shi 'an took off his coat and put it on. He looked at himself in the mirror and decided to wrap it up.
Walking around, he met Wang Zijun's family of three on the fourth floor of the square. They were choosing a pair of glasses. They had said that they wanted a second child, but they did not. Wang Yihao was still the only child.
Song Hui was a little plump and looked like a rich lady. She seemed to have always been like that. Earrings, rings, and bags were not eye-catching, but they added a sense of elegance to her.
Jiang He did not even have piercings. Xu Qing suggested that she get one and wear earrings. If necessary, she could take them off and use them as darts. Jiang He looked down on her. There were no situations in the city where she needed to use darts. If there was such a situation, the earrings would probably not work.
As for the rings, she had always kept the gold ones like treasures. Xu Qing added a platinum one for her to wear. It was in the style of Morbius … Jiang He thought that the name was elegant. It was normal that she did not understand it. She liked it very much. When she was free, she touched her fingers and spaced out. It was also fun.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't like to meet you." Wang Zijun looked disgusted and pointed at Xu Qing. He was very unhappy.
"We're the same age. I'm wearing a wig, but you two are still the same as ten years ago."
Xu Qing said, "In another ten years, I'll have to call you grandpa."
"You're really not human."
Wang Zijun felt that it was ridiculous. When he saw Xu Qing's family, he was reminded of a celebrity visiting his peers in a nursing home.
"Young man, how old are you?"
"Grandpa, I'm two years older than you …"
"Are you cultivating the Eight Desolations and Six Directions Supremacy? Teach me. "
"It's the same as working out. Look at Mouse. He's a little fat, but he's not like you. He quit smoking, threw away his wheelchair, and ran every day."
Xu Qing looked at Wang Zijun and sighed. It was not only Wang Zijun who did not like to meet him. He was the same. Every time they met, Wang Zijun seemed to be reminding him that even though he looked young, he was really old.
"The doctor said the same." Wang Zijun shook his head.
"And then?"
"What else? Wait for your death."
“？”
Xu Qing frowned. "Give me a copy of the wheelchair design. I'll make a model for you to burn and play with it. Otherwise, you won't have the chance to enjoy it after fiddling with it for so long."
Then, Song Hui and Jiang He pinched their waists.
"Why are you talking nonsense during the New Year? Are you crazy? Are you crazy? "
It was difficult to understand men. Most of the time, they were like crazy.
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