Chapter 310

Xu Qing is still a little upset when she comes home.

Jiang He is taking a sword to open a package. When he comes back, he turns around and looks at it. He never asks about his wheelchair.

Maybe it's a strange hobby of modern people. They have lived here for so long, so we can't make a fuss.

"What is this?" Xu Qing saw the big package on the ground and asked, this package is square, more than one meter long, very big.

"Little cart."

"Cart?"

Xu Qing's tone is very surprised, let Jiang He can't help looking up, "right, what's the matter?"

It's just a little cart. It's like seeing transformers.

"Why buy this?" Xu Qing couldn't help guessing that he had just been in a wheelchair for a while, and he didn't know how. He subconsciously felt that Jiang He wanted to sit in the car and let himself push her out.

After all, trolleys are much cheaper than wheelchairs.

"It's convenient. When you move flowers again, you can put them on the car, push them forward and then unload them."

"All right."

Xu Qing found that he thought too much.

Help Jiang He to open the package. A brand new cart appears in front of him. He finds that there are more and more things with wheels at home.

"I want to write a ghost story. Do you have any good suggestions?" Jiang He took them apart and gave them to Xu Qing. Like the empress dowager, he slowly sat in front of the computer, holding his waist and walking gracefully. He planned to continue to do what he had to do before he unwrapped the package.

"My advice is not to write."

"Why?"

"Because you're likely to be scared of yourself."

"Would I be so timid?" Jiang He is very angry. How could she be scared.

Xu Qing still remembers that when she first came here, she was frightened by the horror movie and went to take a bath with her sword.

Recently, this woman has to hold her arm close to her when she sleeps at night. He is always worried about turning over and touching her stomach in the middle of the night. It's no use saying it twice. Until that day, she saw some recommendation page of her, with all kinds of ghost stories. Nvxia has a bit of a head when she sees horror stories.

"You don't have enough vocabulary to write a complete story."

Xu Qing shrugs his shoulders. It's just a suggestion. He idles around and wants to do everything. Now Jiang He also has this trend. After all, he sometimes feels bored and needs to change his mind.

"No matter, I'll write it."

Jiang He didn't get any useful advice, so he just ignored him and sat in front of the computer to meditate.

"You have to be prepared. Maybe someone will patiently explain to you every day that there is no ghost in the world."

"I just write stories."

"Some people will read your story as an essay."

"That's amazing."

After spending a long time on the Internet, Jiang He also learned how to open a vest, one to study flowers and one to make up stories. He could not make up 200 words. After racking his brains for a while, he was very angry when he saw Xu Qing's leisurely appearance.

"Why are you so idle?"

“？”

Xu Qing is confused.

"It's almost new year's day, and you're still sitting here without cleaning the house!"

“……”

Big belly woman's mood is very much like Optimus Prime. It takes only a few seconds for her to change. Xu Qing surrenders, puts on her old clothes, picks up the broom, and starts the big clean-up a year ago to clean up the spider webs in the corner.

Watching Xu Qing work, Jiang He felt comfortable and inspired.

"All of a sudden, his broom turned into hair. Looking at it again, he found that he was holding a head with a stick on it. He had been sweeping the floor with a head all the time..."

Xu Qing read a paragraph behind her, and then looked at the broom in his hand, his heart galloping, "your protagonist will not be called Xu Qing?"

"No, that's scary."

"Also... I think it's good to write something fresh about the stupid daily life of the ancient people in modern times. It's strange to make people's heads."

"Is the work done?"

“……”

Xu Qing takes a look at Jiang He's account, turns around and goes out to clean the terrace.

He plans to fight Jiang He in his waistcoat for a while. There is no ghost in the world.

……

In the next few days, as the Chinese New Year approaches, Wang Zijun, who has a lot of leisure time, drives a wheelchair to find Xu Qing several times. After that, Jiang He finally can't help it.

"Often with him, you won't be infected like him, will you?"

Xu Qinggang bought a bunch of flowers and put them in the vase. He was amused at Jiang He's worry. "Why, he just wanted to play. He didn't hear about it and it was contagious."

"But I saw you in his chair."

“……”

"Cough." Xu Qing coughed a little awkwardly, "just curious experience once, he was depressed, get a new toy will be in a good mood, I have nothing."

"Depression?"

"Well, it's a kind of psychological disease. It's very complicated, but it's cured by him with a wheelchair. Now he's happy every day and runs around like a fool."

Jiang he frowned and Baidu was depressed. He looked at the introduction on the web page and felt thoughtful.

"I heard about postpartum depression? Shall I have one, too? "

"... you'll be happy if you just hit me. You don't need that."

Xu Qing helpless way, see her humming a song to take care of flowers, a heart thought pedal three rounds, depression is afraid to be a joke.

"It seems that it's easier for scholars. At that time, you were poor scholars who were depressed and didn't succeed. You were born at a bad time and the way of heaven was unfair. You've never heard that people who dance swords and swords would throw their sleeves over their faces and sigh. Good boy, take care of the baby and don't think about it."

"Oh..." Jiang he rowed the mouse, "do big dog owners who have so much money also feel depressed?"

"It doesn't matter whether you have money, it should have something to do with it."

"Is it?"

"As long as we make money, we will be happy. They are different. If we want to find a way to keep the value of our property, we will not let it shrink. There is no good way to keep the value. It is equivalent to losing money every day, so we are more anxious." Xu Qing said casually, "money is the most influential thing."

"Fortunately, we are poor."

"... I'm sad to hear that."

"What's so sad about that?"

"I have a car, a house and a daughter-in-law with twins. I'm really not poor, just not rich enough."

"Well..."

Jiang He thought about it. He was really poor when he first came here. He didn't even have a pair of decent shoes. He was still in front of Xu Qing's stomach. He hadn't washed his hair for a few days and was drenched by the rain. His hair was strands by strands. How miserable it was.

"We are also big families, eating meat every day." She nodded with satisfaction. Just now, she felt a little poor compared with the big dog family. In fact, she was also rich.

This thing can't be compared. If it is, who can be compared with the emperor Shen Wansan had a better match with him, and then he was cut down.

"Yes, yes, big family!" Xu Qing agrees.

"I still can't understand why I'm in a wheelchair." Jiang He thinks that people are really funny. She has never seen an emperor depressed before... Oh, maybe she doesn't know. Maybe she doesn't know which emperor is depressed secretly.

For example, the one who asked you how much sorrow you could have, maybe it was depression.

"We can compare wealth to sea water. The more we drink, the more thirsty we are. So is fame."

Xu Qing took out a book from the cupboard. When he was decorating, he also built an embedded cabinet in the living room. There were lots of gaps on the wall. A book would be a bookshelf and a sword stand would be a weapon display cabinet. Now he moved all the books out. There was only a desk left in the study, and a bed would be the bedroom. Two houses would be changed into three.

Jiang He's eyelids jumped, "I finally know what's the use of reading more."

"Well?"

"The beep is just right. I can't say that."

"Girls, don't be so rude." Xu Qing was very surprised that Jiang He could learn to speak and pretend to be a beep.

"Is that rude?"

"It's weird out of your mouth."

"I think you have a prejudice against me." Jiang He is over the body, sitting in a chair, back against the computer table, toward Xu Qing Road.

Xu Qing Zheng Zheng, "what prejudice?"

"Well... Prejudice." Jiang He couldn't say it for a moment. He raised his head and thought about it. He said, "look, if Pingping or Xiaohui said this word, would you think she was rude?"

“……”

When Xu Qing saw her appearance, she couldn't help thinking about it. If Gong Ping said that he pretended to be a beep

It's not really rude.

"Look, in the same words, different people say that you have different opinions. Is that prejudice?" Jiang He looks at his expression way.

"Because you are my wife, so..." Xu Qing's mouth is hard, and she thinks that if she marries a modern daughter-in-law, she says that it's nothing to pretend to be a beep.

He was lost in thought.

"Because I'm your wife?" Jiang He asked.

"... it seems that there are other reasons." Xu Qing is still thinking.

"If you don't like it, I won't say it, but you can't be prejudiced against me."

Jiang He snorted, satisfied, "admit that you are stupid Xu Qing."

"You're the smartest."

Xu Qing is still thinking about this, because she is an ancient person?

No, it's because I'm used to it.

"It's not prejudice, it's that we've been living together for a long time, and we've been used to some things for a long time. Some of your changes are worth celebrating, and some of them make people unaccustomed." Xu Qingdao.

Jiang He stopped for a moment and wrinkled his nose.

"You have a point in your sophistry."

After this interruption, Xu Qing put the book back in her hand and planned to take film art out to have a look. Jiang He looked down at his stomach and thought for a moment, "what is the Tang poetry that Xiaohui's children are learning? Doesn't it mean nine-year compulsory education?"

"Ah? His family... Is only two years old in one month? Can you learn? "

Wang Zijun seldom mentions his son since his child can climb. Xu Qing doesn't know if he has made a sharp speech since he was two years old.

"Just read it to him, and some cards..." Jiang He said.

Seeing Jiang He's expression, Xu Qing frowned, "did you listen to what she said?"

"To raise children."

"Don't be influenced by her. How should we raise them? Those depressed people just think too much. Before the child grows up, they want to teach him to be a genius. What's wrong..."

Xu Qing knows that Wang Zijun is depressed about Mao. He doesn't need to know the atmosphere of his family. No wonder the game is not fun

"Listen to what she said, it's very complicated to cultivate children. She plans to go to which junior high school the children go to." Jiang he scratched his nose. I don't know if this is what parents should consider.

Pregnancy seems to be a bit of a miscalculation. It's not the time for her five or six-year-old children to run all over the mountain and mow the grass.

"His family has a throne, but we don't. just give it to me. Don't listen to them. We are different." Xu Qing is a little worried. If she is taken askew, she will be broken. Maybe she will watch her child read poetry when she is three years old, and her anxiety will be over.

"Oh, I think so, too."

Jiang He was relieved when he heard Xu Qing's words. They thought the same thing. If Xu Qing was like that, she would die directly. She would not read a few poems and teach ghosts.

"As long as it's similar to you and better than me?" She doesn't think top talent can be born by her semi illiterate mother.

"Well, it's almost the same. Children and grandchildren have their own destiny. If they have the ability, they will go to big cities to eat and drink spicy food. If they don't have the ability, they will inherit my broken house and live in peace."

"It's better to be safe."

Jiang Heshen thinks that it's good to be content with the status quo like Xu Qing.

The rich people often use wheelchairs and don't learn from them.

……

Gong Ping doesn't go home for the Spring Festival. She avoids the gossip of her three aunts and six grandmothers, and leads a marriage line to introduce her to a blind date. She is alone in Jiangcheng for the Spring Festival, and plans to go back after 15 years.

When I was away from home, I didn't expect any homesickness. All I had to do was relax, go to the market for most of the day, buy a suitcase of snacks and red couplets, and make a good effort to have a quiet new year at home.

One year after another, every year the urge to marry is more fierce than the previous year. She even suspects that she wants to become a non marriage family because of her resistance. When she realizes that she has this idea, Gong Ping is surprised and adjusts her mind.

Sitting on the balcony chair, holding a glass of lemonade and sitting in the sun for an afternoon, she suddenly remembered two figures in the sun at the gate before.

A little understanding of Xu Qing in the doorman there sitting in the sun comfortable.

After thinking about it, Gong Ping puts down her cup, puts on her coat and goes downstairs to the counter of the convenience store to have a look. She casually selects a box of red cigarettes. The red panda painted on it is very happy. After paying for it, she comes home to open it, and then realizes that she doesn't have a lighter.

How stupid

After thinking for a while, she ran to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove and finally lit the cigarette.

Hold the cup again and sit back on the balcony. The sun shines on you warmly, adding some temperature to the cold winter.

With a cigarette between her fingers, Gong Ping leans on the back of her chair and waits for a moment. Suddenly, she feels like a middle-aged person with many vicissitudes.

"It's so comfortable..."

With a comfortable breath, Gong Ping brings the cigarette to her mouth, and then coughs violently. After a while, she calms down. She looks at her little boy from the balcony next door and gives him a bad look.

The child doesn't know if he learned from Xu Qing. He's practicing martial arts on the balcony when he has nothing to do. Is it good for him to fight two kings?

Throw a mouthful of cigarette into dustpan and stamp it out. She turns on her mobile phone and brushes the small video.

"Warm! The middle-aged man confesses to his paralyzed boyfriend by the roadside that he is just like a young boy or a girl in magic. "

"Puff, cough, cough..."

Just drank a mouthful of lemonade all spray out, Gong Ping than just cough more fierce.

The little fat man next door looked at her with more sympathy.

According to the TV show, this is a terminal disease and will die soon.