Blue smoke curled up.
Gong Ping was shaking the stick inside, and outside the door was Jiang He in a black shirt, standing on the edge of the aisle, rubbing his belly with one hand, and quietly looking around.
He used to walk around the rivers and lakes with a sword, just to survive.
She didn't quite understand the feelings of those people in literary works who were full of sins and had trouble sleeping and eating after they returned to peace.
Every era has its own rules. At that time, it was the rules of the world. The so-called strong are also hard-working people, and everyone is struggling. If she doesn't do it, she will be the one who dies.
Ashamed of the heart, naturally not afraid of ghosts and gods.
Those who have nightmares every night probably did a lot of bad things.
To take a step back, if there is a crime, it should be judged by the rules, and the injured person should forgive, instead of kneeling here and burning incense, you can wash away your sins and get the forgiveness of the Buddha-not to apologize to others, but to ask for forgiveness. Forgive me, this is ridiculous.
Jiang He thought about the movies and novels he had read, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and then he regained his composure.
What Xu Qing said made sense. There are far more stupid people than smart people in this world, so you can live a good life if you work hard to be smart.
The young woman in black at the entrance of the main hall made people look sideways. Seeing her big belly, everyone deliberately moved away.
"Not bad, ask for a sign!"
Gong Ping smiled lightly and came out holding a piece of red paper, she could see that she was in a good mood.
"Won't it become ineffective for others to see?" Jiang He looked around, wondering if there was any stupid taboo on this thing.
"How is it possible? If you can't show it to others, how can you solve the lottery?"
"Have you solved it yet?"
"No." Gong Ping shook her head, showing a witty expression: "Just know it's signed, it doesn't matter if you don't understand it or not."
Asking for a signature is free, and whoring for nothing is on the head of the Buddha.
"One thing is empty, and one thing is happy. If you meet someone close to you, you can trust me... What do you mean?"
Jiang He couldn't figure it out with the red note that Gong Ping handed over. This kind of place likes to show off, and they can't speak well.
"I don't know either, but it's good to know that it's a good thing!" Gong Ping waved her hand carelessly, "Do you want to shake one too? Maybe it will be signed..."
Jiang He handed the note back, "It doesn't matter whether you shake it or not, life is still like this."
"That's right, you don't need to run away from minor disasters, but you can't escape from major disasters."
Gong Ping walked down the steps happily, looked around for a while holding the signature, and felt that it was not good to go whoring for nothing, so she pulled Jiang He to turn a corner and went to the main hall.
"Spend dozens of yuan to burn incense sticks, buy a happy one."
Saying so, Gong Ping went in to light another stick of incense.
Jiang He looked at the passers-by, boredly took pictures and sent them to Xu Qing.
"Buddha is going to give Pingping a boyfriend"
Xu Qing: "Is there such a good thing?"
Jiang He: "Amazing"
Xu Qing: "Don't you not believe that?"
Jiang He: "I thought about it carefully, and according to the standard of letting go of the butcher's knife, now I am also a Buddha, and I believe that there is nothing wrong with me."
Xu Qing didn't reply to the message for a while, and he was stunned for a while before sending a message.
"Heroine is mighty"
Marx did not learn in vain. Belief in Buddhism is not as effective as being a Buddha yourself. What you want, you can realize your wishes for yourself.
Jiang He put the mobile phone into his back pocket, raised his head and stretched his waist. Looking from the gate, Gong Ping was bowing down to the sculpture in the center of the hall, with her big butt pouted.
"Happy?"
When Gong Ping, who spent money to buy happiness, came out, Jiang He had already found a wooden railing to lean against.
"It's all here, it's hard not to spend some money."
"Next time I wear cassock, just give me the money and recite Amitabha Buddha."
"Then you have to shave your head."
"Forget it."
Jiang He doesn't want to shave his head anymore, it's almost the same if Xu Qing shaves it, it feels smooth to the touch.
Being dragged by Gong Ping to wander around the temple, it seems that there are passers-by, some of whom are holding big thick incense sticks on their arms, and she feels that these people are more like ancient people than she is.
"Are they worshiping Buddha, or are they worshiping their own desires?"
"Maybe it will work."
"From any point of view, it doesn't matter. All living beings are equal. The implication is that in the eyes of the Buddha, eating meat or shit is a matter of course. The smart and the unsmart, the conscientious and the unconscionable, the wolf eats the sheep, People beat wolves, it's none of their business." Jiang He looked up at the magnificent pillars, thought for a while and said, "If they really exist..." She shook her head, "In the words of Santi, the Lord not give a damn about."
"When you say that, I suddenly feel that it will invade the earth at some point." Gong Ping complained, and was taken aback for a moment: Isn't this an invasion now
Think carefully...
"It turned out to be the Three Body Buddha."
Gong Ping was taken aback by her brain hole.
"I'll save you when the time comes." Jiang He raised his eyebrows, "You've seen my 1.6-meter long sword, whoever is going to cut whoever."
"Isn't that Xu Qing's?"
"My, he can't."
"Okay, you are the best, you can beat him." Gong Ping said with a smile.
"You know all of this?"
"It can't be that he hits you according to you, I'm sorry he doesn't have the guts."
Gong Ping stroked Jiang He's big belly, hey hey a few times, twins...
A little envious.
There will be two little dolls crawling around to call their mother, which is fun to think about.
Well, the fun things belong to other people's homes, and it's not fun when it's time to feed and help with homework.
"If you don't dare to eat well, beat them." Jiang He is not worried about this at all, and it is appropriate to apply the experience of disciplining Xu Qing to the children.
As the sun was setting, Gong Ping drove Jiang He back in a car. On the way, they bought some vegetables together. Jiang He strode back with the vegetables on his big belly, which made the neighbors in the neighborhood a little dazed.
After taking the elevator to the top floor and opening the door with the key, Jiang He put his hands behind his waist again, with a soft and weak posture.
"I saw it on the balcony, don't pretend." Xu Qing said helplessly, and he didn't know what was wrong. I heard that it would be a bit abnormal for a woman to be pregnant. Jiang He's pleasure is to pretend to be weak
Jiang He froze for a moment, looked sideways at Xu Qing for a moment, put the dishes in the kitchen, and walked out with his waist supported.
"What did you see?"
"I saw you striding forward..." Seeing Jiang He's fierce eyes, Xu Qing restructured his words wisely, "Actually, my eyes are blurred. We live so high up, how can we see what's below?"
"That's right... I'm so tired. I feel like I'm going to be exhausted after going out. Help me turn the electric fan a little bit."
"..."
night.
Xu Qing was still reading dramas and writing movie reviews in front of the computer, and Jiang He sat in front of the computer after taking a shower and wearing loose pajamas, and opened Mohu.
She used to regard this as a story platform, but later found that there are many big bosses who grow flowers on it. After reading a few questions about flowers, she has been recommended such questions, so she realized that this thing actually depends on people. how to use.
For example, Xu Qing's account is all about movies, with butter mixed in the middle...
Jiang He expressed contempt for him.
Although she also plays, she plays for the sake of playing games, so there is no other mess.
Holding her chin to browse other people's experience in planting flowers for a while, Jiang He looked at the problems on the homepage. Because of Xu Qing's influence, she also often watched movies and TV dramas.
She herself is not very clear about it, she just understands it ignorantly, and feels that the two of them should have a common topic, and there is no need to invest too much energy, but they need to have a general understanding.
Just like Xu Qing has been growing flowers with her all the time. Xu Qing doesn't understand all the things she learned, but he still knows the basic things. You can also discuss whether it should be fertilized and watered.
"How to treat xxx..."
Jiang He took off the hand that was supporting his chin, put it on the keyboard and tapped.
"Thank you for not inviting me.
My husband told me to watch this movie. I didn’t quite understand it at first, but then I read a lot of novels, and it’s quite interesting in retrospect.
The ghost-written plot in the back, if the previous plot is regarded as a real novel, the style of the painting will change suddenly... "
Donggua played with his tail for a while, watching the two excrement shovelers sitting in their own seats and not playing with it, yawning, jumping on the cat climbing frame and lying down.
…
November is getting cooler.
Seeing Qin Hao looking for Wang Zijun in the group, Xu Qing decided to make an appointment, and went to join in the fun, asking if their daughter-in-law behaved abnormally, such as pretending to be weak or something.
Compared with the meeting, Wang Zijun was a lot more depressed, which was very different from the last time, not to mention when he was single.
Once carefree, unrestrained and comfortable, now his face is haggard.
"Looking at you like this, have you been spoiled?"
"Ugh… "
Regarding Xu Qing's words, Wang Zijun only waved his hand, sighed, took out a cigarette, and handed it to him.
"I don't smoke, haven't you quit?" Xu Qing still remembered the oath he made, and it would be his grandson to touch this thing again.
"You can smoke again after quitting. Quitting smoking is the easiest thing. I can quit three times a week."
Wang Zijun took the lighter and lit it, and let out a long breath.
"Where is Young Master Wang who was so high-spirited back then? You scare me seeing you like this."
"I'm afraid, I'm just... just... a little tired, have a drink?"
"There are pregnant women in our family. You didn't touch them at all back then."
"Too."
Wang Zijun laughed, lit his ash and crossed off two bottles of the wine that had just been marked on the menu, leaving only one bottle.
"What's the matter?" Xu Qing wondered, seeing that something was wrong with his appearance.
"Nothing happened."
"Don't pretend, just talk about something, it's nothing else, bankrupt? I'll lend you some."
"It's really okay, it's just... very boring."
Wang Zijun paused for a while, leaning on the back of the chair, his eyelids drooping slightly, "I don't know what the meaning is, I feel busy every day, and I don't know what I'm busy with, and I can't do anything."
"What are you doing? Both?" Qin Hao rubbed his chin, and exchanged glances with Xu Qing.
"I heard that after men lose sexual desire, they like fishing, which is a time-consuming and expensive activity. Do you want to try it?"
"Go away, I'm strong."
Wang Zijun cursed with a smile, then paused and said, "I don't know what to do, if you didn't invite me out, I might just sit in the car for a day."
"Disease of wealth, if you have to worry about powdered milk diapers every day, maybe there are not so many things to do."
"Maybe." Wang Zijun also felt that it made sense, and sighed, "I really envy you guys who live so happily."
"Damn it, the two of us should beat him up?" Xu Qing said to Qin Hao.
"Beating someone is illegal, let's take his clothes off and throw him outside." Qin Hao said.
"Don't don't."
Wang Zijun begged for mercy, although he was about to become a father, not when he was in the second competition, but these two guys might be able to do it.
"Don't you have two stinky money... so you are happy?" Xu Qing could see that Wang Zijun's state was really not right.
"Ah...Qingzi, I think I'm going to be depressed, and I don't even have any interest in playing games." Wang Zijun scratched his head, took a deep puff of the cigarette, and worried about his state.
At some point in the past, he seemed to have said that he would play games all his life, until he died of old age.
Now even games can't make him happy, and he feels that something is really wrong with him.
"You rich people have many problems." Qin Hao curled his lips.
Originally, he came here to learn scriptures, but seeing Wang Zijun's posture now, he can't get anything.
Gou Dahu is not as talkative as before, and has always been silent. He knows that he has a problem, but he doesn't know what went wrong.
The two of them drank with him for a while, Qin Hao still had something to do, Xu Qing accompanied Wang Zijun for a while.
"It's okay to play with the child, isn't the child born to play?"
In the end, Xu Qing said.
"That's right, go back to play with the children, and you should go back to accompany your wife, too. By the way, are your twins twins?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask. It would be interesting to wait for the day of the birthday to draw the lottery."
"You still know how to play..."
Wang Zijun was convinced, if it was from his own family, he might find a way to figure it out the day he knew about it.
"But if you're asking that, I guess they're twins." Xu Qing was delighted, with both sons and daughters, a winner in life.
Unexpectedly, Master Qing would have this day.
After returning home and sticking his head on Jiang He's stomach, Xu Qing felt that he should be twins.
It's an indescribable intuition, since I'm pregnant with twins, it must be the best kind...
He and Jiang He have always been non-chiefs, and they have accumulated for so long, it may be prepared for these two little people.
Jiang He put his hand on his head and touched it gently, wondering why Xu Qing couldn't get up lying on her stomach, she took this opportunity to experience the feeling of being a mother first.
"Grow a beard?"
"Do not stay."
"Grow a beard to look like Dad."
"Who said that?" Xu Qing was baffled by her thoughts, and this occasional thought of the heroine was very puzzling.
"You can call yourself an old man now, it's ridiculous not to have a beard."
"I don't claim to be, I'm still young."
Xu Qing got up with a snort, he hadn't reached thirty yet, what a man, he was at the prime of his life.
When the yellow-haired boy liked to be a grandfather and a father, but now he likes to say that he is young, maybe he is really old.
Age or not is a small problem, when Xu Qing saw Wang Zijun again in December, Xu Qing felt that the problem was serious.
"What the hell are you doing?" He looked incredulous.
Sitting in a brand new wheelchair, Wang Zijun happily waved to him.
Then press the button at hand, and the wheelchair beeps forward.