Xu Qing was nagging, feeling a little upset when he got home.
Jiang He was unpacking a package with a sword, when he saw him coming back, he turned his head to look, and forbearance did not ask him about his wheelchair.
It may be a strange hobby of modern people, who have lived here for so long, so we can't make a fuss about it.
"What is this?" Xu Qing asked when he saw the big package on the ground. The package was square and square, more than one meter long, and quite big.
"Trolley."
"Trolley?"
Xu Qing's tone was very surprised, and Jiang He couldn't help but look up, "Yes, what's wrong?"
It's just buying a small cart, so it's like seeing Transformers.
"Why did you buy this thing?" Xu Qing couldn't help guessing, just sitting in a wheelchair for a while, he didn't know why, subconsciously felt that Jiang He wanted to sit in the car and let him push her out for a stroll.
After all, a stroller is much cheaper than a wheelchair.
"It's convenient. When you move flowers again, you can put it on the car, push it in and unload it."
"Ok."
Xu Qing found himself thinking too much.
He helped Jiang He unpack the package, and a brand new cart appeared in front of him. He found that there seemed to be more and more things with wheels at home.
"I want to write a ghost story, do you have any good suggestions?" After Jiang He disassembled them, he handed them over to Xu Qing, while he sat down in front of the computer slowly like a queen dowager. Continue to do what you did before unpacking yourself.
"My advice is not to write."
"why?"
"Because you're likely to be intimidated by yourself."
"Will I be so timid?" Jiang He was very angry, how could she be frightened.
Xu Qing still remembered that when she first came here, she was so scared by the horror movie that she took a shower with her sword in her arms.
Recently, this woman has to hold his arm very close to him when she sleeps at night. He is always worried about turning over in the middle of the night and bumping into her belly. Heroes are a bit overwhelmed by horror stories.
"Your vocabulary is not enough to support you to write a complete story."
Xu Qing shrugged, it was just a suggestion, he wanted to do whatever he wanted to do when he was idle, and now Jiang He also has this tendency, after all, he would feel bored occasionally, and sometimes he needed to change his mind.
"It doesn't matter, I'm going to write..."
Jiang He didn't get any useful advice, so he simply ignored him and sat in front of the computer to meditate.
"You have to be mentally prepared, maybe someone will patiently explain to you every day that there are no ghosts in this world."
"I just write stories."
"Some people will read your story like a dissertation."
"That's amazing."
After hanging around on the Internet for a long time, Jiang He also learned how to open a vest. One studies flowers, the other makes up stories. After making up two hundred words, he couldn’t make up any more. , very angry.
"Why are you so idle?"
"?"
Xu Qing was confused.
"It's almost Chinese New Year, and the house hasn't been cleaned yet, and you're still sitting here!"
"..."
The mood of the big belly woman is very similar to that of Optimus Prime, she can change as soon as she wants, and the transformation process takes only a few seconds. Xu Qing puts on her old clothes in surrender, picks up the broom, and starts the cleaning from years ago, removing the spider webs in the corners. Clean it up or something.
Watching Xu Qing work, Jiang He felt a lot more relieved, and inspiration also came.
"The top of his broom suddenly turned into hair. When I looked again, I realized that what I was holding was a human head with a stick stuck in it. It turned out that I had been sweeping the floor with a human head..."
Xu Qing came up behind her and read for a while, then looked at the broom in his hand, his heart racing, "Your protagonist won't be called Xu Qing, right?"
"How could it be, that would be too scary."
"It's also... I think it would be nice to write something small and fresh, the stupid daily life of ancient people in modern times, and it's weird to make people's heads."
"Is the job done?"
"..."
Xu Qing glanced at Jiang He's account, turned around and went out to continue cleaning the terrace.
He planned to put on his vest for a while to argue with Jiang He, there are no ghosts in this world.
…
In the next few days, as the Chinese New Year was approaching, Wang Zijun, who had a lot of leisure time, drove Xu Qing several times in his wheelchair, and Jiang He finally couldn't help it.
"With him often, you won't be infected like him, right?"
Xu Qing had just bought a bouquet of flowers and came back, put them in a vase and looked around, amused by Jiang He's worry, "Why, he just did it for fun, I haven't heard of it being contagious."
"But I saw you sitting in his chair."
"..."
"Cough cough." Xu Qing coughed a little embarrassedly, "Just curious to experience it once, he is depressed, he will feel better after getting a new toy, I am fine."
"Depression?"
"Well, it's a kind of mental illness, quite complicated, but it was cured by him with a wheelchair. It looks like he is happily running around like a fool every day."
Jiang He frowned, Baidu felt depressed, and looked at the introduction on the webpage thoughtfully.
"I heard there is postpartum depression? Shall I get one too?"
"... You just need to beat me up and you'll be happy, you don't need that stuff."
Xu Qing said helplessly, seeing her humming a song to take care of Hua, and thinking about pedaling three rounds with all her heart, the depression is probably a joke.
"It seems that it is easier for scholars. Like yours, poor scholars were depressed and unhappy every day. They were born at the wrong time and the laws of heaven were unfair. I have never heard of people who wield swords and wield their sleeves and cover their faces and sigh. , Be good, take good care of your baby, don't think about it."
"Oh..." Jiang He swiped the mouse, "Would a big dog be depressed if he is so rich?"
"It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. It should have something to do with it."
"yes?"
"As long as we make money, we are happy. They are different. We must find a way to preserve the value of our property and prevent it from shrinking. There is no good way to preserve value. It is equivalent to losing money every day, and it is easier to be anxious." Xu Qing casually said, " Money is the thing that affects people the most.”
"It's a good thing we're poor."
"...I feel sad when you say that."
"What's sad?"
"I have a car, a house, and a daughter-in-law who is pregnant with twins. I'm really not poor, but I'm not rich enough."
"Well… "
Jiang He thought for a while, and indeed, he was called poor when he first came here. He didn’t even have a pair of decent shoes, and his stomach was growling in front of Xu Qing. One strand, how miserable it is.
"We are also a rich family, and we eat meat every day." She nodded with satisfaction. Just now, she just felt that she was a little poor compared to the big dog family, but she is actually quite rich.
This thing can't be compared, if it is compared, who can compare with the emperor? ... Shen Wansan was still comparable to Shen, and then he was chopped off.
"Yes, yes, a big family!" Xu Qing agreed with this statement.
"I still can't understand why I have to use a wheelchair." Jiang He thinks that people are so interesting, and I have never seen an emperor depressed before... Oh, maybe she doesn't know him, maybe she doesn't know which emperor is secretly depressed.
For example, the one who asked you how much you can be worried, so worried, maybe you are depressed.
"We can compare wealth to sea water. The more we drink, the thirstier we get, and so does fame—"
Xu Qing took out a book from the cabinet. When renovating, he made a built-in cabinet in the living room. There are many gaps on the wall. Just put a book in it and it will be a bookshelf. Make a sword stand and it will be a weapon display cabinet. Now move all the books When I came out, there was only a desk left in the study room, and a bed would be the bedroom, changing from two bedrooms to three bedrooms.
Jiang He's eyelids twitched, "I finally know what's the use of reading more books."
"Ok?"
"The feign-beep is just right, I can't say that."
"Girls, don't be so rude." Xu Qing was surprised that Jiang He could learn to pretend to be beep.
"Is that rude?"
"It's weird coming out of your mouth."
"I think you are prejudiced against me." Jiang He turned around, sat on a chair with his back leaning against the computer desk, and said to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was startled, "What prejudice?"
"Well... it's prejudice." Jiang He couldn't speak for a while, raised his head and thought for a while, and said, "Look, if Pingping or Xiaohui said this word, would you think she was rude?"
"..."
Seeing her appearance, Xu Qing couldn't help thinking about it seriously, if Gong Ping said he was pretending to beep...
Rude isn't really enough of a word.
"Look, different people say the same thing, and you have different opinions. Is this just prejudice?" Jiang He asked, looking at his expression.
"Because you are my wife, so..." Xu Qing stiffened her mouth, thinking that if she married a modern daughter-in-law, she said that she pretended to beep, as if it was nothing.
He was lost in thought.
"Is it because I'm your wife?" Jiang He asked.
"... There seems to be other reasons too." Xu Qing was still thinking.
"I won't say it if you don't like it, but you can't be prejudiced against me."
Jiang He snorted, satisfied, "Admit that you are stupid Xu Qing."
"You are 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 because we've lived together for a long time, and we've already gotten used to some things. Some of your changes are worth celebrating, and some changes make people not get used to it for a while." Xu Qing said.
Jiang He paused for a moment, wrinkling his nose.
"Your sophistry makes sense."
After this interruption, Xu Qing stuffed the book back in his hand, and planned to read "Film Art". Jiang He looked down at his stomach and thought for a while, and said, "What kind of Tang poetry is Xiaohui's child learning? It's not about the nine-year compulsory education." Education?"
"Ah? His family... is only two years old in one month? Can you learn it well?"
Wang Zijun seldom mentioned his son since he learned how to crawl, and Xu Qing didn't know if he could speak fluently at the age of two.
"Just read it to him, and there are cards and so on..." Jiang He gestured.
Seeing Jiang He's expression, Xu Qing frowned, "Did you hear what she said?"
"It's for raising children."
"Don't be influenced by her, how should we raise it, those depressions are thinking too much, and the child starts to want to teach him to be a genius before he grows up, what's wrong..."
Xu Qing knew that Wang Zijun was depressed because of Mao, and he knew the atmosphere of his house without thinking, no wonder the game is not fun...
"I heard her say that raising a child is so complicated. She has already planned which junior high school the child will go to." Jiang He scratched his nose, wondering if this is something all parents should consider.
Pregnancy seems to be a bit of a miscalculation, it's not the time for her five or six-year-old child to run all over the mountain and cut grass.
"His family has the throne, but ours doesn't. Just leave it to me. Don't listen to them. We are different." Xu Qing was a little worried. If the silly woman is taken astray, she will be broken. Maybe she will really look at her The child recited poetry at the age of three, and became anxious and died.
"Oh, I think so too."
Jiang He was relieved when he heard Xu Qing's words. They both thought about the same thing. If Xu Qing behaved like that, she would be done.
"As long as you are similar to you and better than me, right?" She felt that a top genius could not be born by her semi-literate mother.
"Well... almost, this thing should be learned. Children and grandchildren have their own lives. If they have the ability, they will go to big cities to eat delicious food. If they have no ability, they will inherit my dilapidated house and live in peace."
"Stay safe."
Jiang He thinks that, like Xu Qing, it's good to be content with the status quo.
Those rich people often use wheelchairs, so don't learn from them.
…
Gong Ping didn't go home during the Chinese New Year, avoiding the gossip of the family's three aunts and six wives, and introduced her to a blind date with Luan's marriage line.
I was alone in a foreign country, unexpectedly there was no nostalgia, I could only relax, go shopping in the market for a long time, bought a trunk of snacks, and red couplets, so I had a good time at home and had a quiet year.
Year after year, the urge to marry each year was more fierce than the previous year. She even suspected that she would become an unmarried person because of her resistance. When she realized this idea, Gong Ping was shocked and hurriedly adjusted her mentality.
Sitting on a chair on the balcony, hugging a glass of lemonade, and basking in the sun for an afternoon, she suddenly remembered the two figures basking in the sun at the gate.
I kind of understand how comfortable Xu Qing is sitting and basking in the sun at the doorman's place.
After thinking for a while, Gong Ping put down her cup, put on her coat and went downstairs, went to the convenience store counter, picked out a box of red cigarettes at random, and the red panda painted on it was very festive, after paying the money, she opened it when she got home. Realized I didn't have a lighter.
so stupid...
Scratching her hair, she didn't want to make another trip. After thinking for a while, she ran to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove, and finally lit the cigarette.
Holding the cup again, I sat back on the balcony, and the sun shone warmly on my body, adding some warmth to the cold winter.
With a cigarette between her fingers, Gong Ping leaned back in her chair and waited for a while, suddenly she felt like a middle-aged man with vicissitudes.
"It's so comfortable..."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Gong Ping moved the cigarette to her mouth, then coughed violently, and took a long while to catch her breath. She looked at the little boy who was staring at her on the balcony next door, and gave him an annoyed look.
This kid didn't know if he learned from Xu Qing, he was practicing martial arts on the balcony if he had nothing to do, wouldn't it be good to play two games of Glory of the King if he had the time
Throwing the cigarette she had taken a puff into the dustpan and stomping it out, she turned on her phone to watch the short videos.
"Warm! A middle-aged man confesses his love to his paralyzed boyfriend on the side of the road. The magic trick is like a boy or a girl!"
"Puff cough cough cough..."
The lemonade she just took a sip spewed out, and Gong Ping coughed worse than before.
The little fat man next door looked at her with more sympathy.
According to what was shown on TV, this person is terminally ill and will die soon.