As the head of a large family, not only has to take good care of Twolegs, but also has to keep an eye on the children, Donggua is really heartbroken.
Seeing that both of them were there, it went to the terrace to play with peace of mind.
Originally, Xu Qing was coaxing the child who had not yet been coaxed, but she stopped crying as soon as she got into Jiang He's arms.
"It's better to be a mother."
Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing, hugged the baby and hummed a few times, then wrapped him tightly and took him to the balcony to get some air.
The wax gourd that had just lay down on the terrace reluctantly cated to the corner and hid behind the flowerpot, only showing one tail and flicking it around.
"Every time I see your huge pile of flowers, I feel so good." Gong Ping looked enviously at the colorful flowers on the terrace. Why didn't she choose a house with a terrace on the top floor
All kinds of flowers are gathered together, and the fragrance of flowers is permeating. Standing here and looking into the distance, the sky is clear.
The martial arts field originally designed by Xu Qing has been completely reduced to a greenhouse, and the awning on it is not enough, so I bought a vertical retractable rain-proof awning.
The open space for martial arts practice was continuously occupied and shrunk. Xu Qing estimated that she would have to wait until she actually opened a flower shop and moved the flowers to the shop before the terrace could regain its appearance as a martial arts training ground.
"It would be even better if it was a farmyard, no flower pots are needed."
Jiang He squatted down slightly holding the child, showing him the flowers, Zhuang Zhuang swung his calf happily.
"Now that the baby is born, I don't see you resuming the live broadcast. Is it really not going to be broadcast?" Gong Ping asked.
"It's not going to be broadcast, there's no way to broadcast it, and I can't play the game half and half. I threw down the mouse and went back to the bedroom to feed the child."
"Too."
Gong Ping really didn't think about this problem, she subconsciously felt that she would be liberated after giving birth.
A young girl who devoted herself wholeheartedly to her family.
"It's good to grow flowers, to cultivate sentiment." She was a little envious again. Before, it seemed that there was not much difference between the two. Even if Jiang He got married, it was just a matter of whether his boyfriend was spending electricity. Looking at it now, the gap will be widened at once. big.
At least, Gong Ping knew that she couldn't be like Jiang He, giving up what she had done before and devoting herself to a new life. She still had to eat and make money.
Jiang He smelled the flowers, turned around and smiled and said, "I just concentrate on raising children, playing with flowers, and take these flowers as my life's work."
"A big flower grower!" Gong Ping praised.
"Xiaohu, it's only like this now, it's far from other flower sellers."
Jiang He stood up with a sigh, took two casual steps on the terrace with the child in his arms, looked around, and looked into the distance.
"It's also a reliable thing."
Recently, she is trying to help people answer questions about growing flowers. She has worked hard for a year and has practiced. She is still a novice in this craft, but when it comes to the issue of garden flowers, she is already a proficient.
At the same time, I consider shooting some small videos about planting and maintenance, learning and making progress, and in the future, there will be flower arrangements and so on. Step by step, very clear planning, unlike when I started the live broadcast, I used a hammer to the east and a mallet to the west.
Jiang He couldn't help but smile when he remembered that he was power leveling, moving bricks, and selling snacks while playing games live. He has done a lot in the past few years in the modern age.
It's not that she is out of touch with the society, but she has never kept up with it. With Xu Qing's help, the progress has been considered fast, and it also benefited from the attempt of the hammer here and there.
Between studying and growing flowers, she chose to grow flowers. As for children's education... let Xu Qing handle it, who told him to go to college.
Gong Ping hugged Rou Rou and shook it gently, and took two cheap steps towards the corner of Dong Gua, Dong Gua felt that there was something wrong with this person, so she bent down and jumped onto the window sill with all her strength, and went in to find Xu Qing. Shit shovel officer.
Gong Ping felt more and more surprised, looked at the window and looked away, "What's the child's name? You can't be soft or strong."
"My sister's name is Xu Jin." Jiang He looked at Rourou in Gong Ping's arms, with a smile on his face, and lowered his head to tease his son, "This one's name is Xu Shi'an."
"Hey, brother, this is too perfunctory!" Gong Ping complained.
"Where is it perfunctory? Compared with it, my sister's name is a little simpler."
"Whether it's a stroke or anything, I don't feel it."
"You don't know the host?" Jiang He raised his chin, "Perhaps all the lands in ten directions are safe."
The name is a bit big.
But considering that he is a son, it doesn't matter if he is a little older. The elder sister enjoys the beauty of the prosperous age, and the younger brother... don't be lazy.
"I hope she becomes a doctor or a lawyer in the future." Jiang He leaned over and poked her soft mouth.
"Where is Zhuang Zhuang? Be an official?"
"Yes, it's good to be a policeman."
The two were talking and laughing at each other, the giggling of a baby in swaddling.
"I thought you guys would think of Xu Ziqian, Xu Mingdao or something..."
Each era has its own characteristics, from ancient times prolonging the life and prolonging the tortoise’s life, to modern Wei Guo Wei Dong Jiang Guo Jian Hong, Zi Tong Zi Xi Zi Yan later, the names of the people around me are often as expected The feeling of naming can be seen at a glance.
Xu Jin was like this. Shi'an was beyond Gong Ping's expectation at first, but it became more and more interesting the more he thought about it, but he couldn't say anything.
Jiang He smiled slightly, teasing the child.
The prosperity of the world is beautiful, the country is prosperous and the people are safe, this is the biggest shock when she first came.
As she gradually became familiar with modern life, Jiang He also saw many shadows under the prosperity of this era, but for her, she was lucky enough to come to such an era.
"I don't know what it will look like in twenty years."
"Think so much."
"It's here in the blink of an eye."
Xu Qing was leaning against the window in the living room with the cat in his arms, looking outside and chatting with the two of them holding the child.
Gong Ping couldn't understand it, but Xu Qing, a person who knew everything, knew how to cherish it better than those in their 70s and 80s, because Jiang He had been starved, seen murder, and had blood on her hands.
No matter how familiar you are with modern times, some ideas are always different.
Children seem to be unable to get enough sleep. At this stage, they eat, eat and sleep. Especially after crying, it is easier to fall asleep. The younger brother closes his eyes first, and his mouth. After a while, the older sister will also be honest, brewing energy and waiting for night Continue to toss.
After Gong Ping left, the two cubs lay in the cradle and fell asleep soundly, and Jiang He came up to Xu Qing to dawdle.
"I warn you not to disturb my work." Xu Qing is a gentleman, and he doesn't even turn his eyes when he opens the software.
"Are you dying?"
"??"
"I heard that after giving birth, some men will have shadows and become..." Jiang He secretly raised his eyes to look at him.
Too much deception!
Xu Qing was so impatient that she didn't even enter the bedroom, threw the winter melon out of the window sill, and fought with her after drawing the curtains.
…
June is fleeting, and Xu Qing, who is already a husband and father, is showing signs of gaining weight. After finding out that his weight has changed in surprise, he doubles the time for boxing.
The people on the terrace of another building not far away sometimes come out to have a look when they are bored. For them, not only the fragrance of flowers can be heard when the wind direction is right, but also the sound of Kung Fu punching makes them wonder if the next door is I lived with Feng Yuxiu.
Some things were added to the house. Jiang He didn't practice swords anymore, but got a blanket instead. He didn't know who he learned to practice yoga with. When he was tired from reading and taking care of flowers every day, he turned on the TV and practiced slowly for a while.
Xu Qing suspected that she still felt that she was not good enough, so she went to ask somewhere before she started to practice this thing, and she was so angry that she proved it for a few days.
People who practice martial arts, how could it be impossible
If it wasn't for the fear of being silent again... Xu Qing really had some shadows about this, so he picked a time to have a serious talk with Jiang He.
"If you want to have three or four children, please tell me not to make a hole secretly..."
"I didn't!" Jiang He retorted loudly, because he didn't want to continue living.
"I mean if anything—"
"No if!"
"Then what if..."
"Are you trying to fight?"
"??"
"I see you just want to fight!"
Jiang He dragged Xu Qing to the balcony, and tidied him up in the open space not occupied by flower pots.
Wang Zijun is still driving his electric wheelchair around after work, occasionally modifying it and adding parts. The wheelchair is no longer the original wheelchair, but a super luxurious, unevolved, exclusive wheelchair.
In addition to the remote control on the armrest, there is also a usb port for charging the mobile phone, and there is a cloth bag at the back to hold the odds and ends of the fishing rod mobile phone holder.
Gone on the road of tinkering with wheelchairs, and even wanted to fix one for the old man, so angry that his father almost took a stick and broke his leg.
If it weren't for the certificate issued by the doctor, he might have been beaten to death.
"The whole one?" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair in high spirits. This is the meaning of his life. If it weren't for his elder brother who returned from studying abroad, he appointed to find a way to open a factory for customizing wheelchairs, especially for people who feel confused in life. people serve.
"If you don't fix it, you will be beaten to death."
Xu Qing shook her head resolutely. Jiang He has such a violent temper. If he dared to move a wheelchair home, she would dare to use the secret skill hidden in her fist.
Because of his relationship with Wang Zijun, Jiang He and Song Hui are also very close, the two women complain about these two unreliable fathers, one is in a wheelchair every day, and the other is paralyzed on a chair or sofa at home—
Although Xu Qing had been practicing boxing to lose weight, Jiang He didn't see it.
You can't say it when you see it, and you can't brag about your husband with Song Hui, that's too damned.
Qin Hao is always busy. Although the relationship between each other is not alienated, there is very little time to meet together, and the two of them did not go out to find it—Qin Hao is not as idle as the two of them. He has little time with his family and is busy. After get off work every day, I always want to spend more time with my wife and children when I have limited time.
"Your daughter is pretty. Be my daughter-in-law."
"Get out, it's your daughter-in-law who is a woman?" Xu Qing grumbled, "Be careful that my wife beats you."
"Is your wife so powerful?"
"It's not me blowing, you are like this, she can crush you to death with one finger."
"Come on, I'm afraid of my wife, and I still make her look like a martial arts master. Do you still want to say that she practices Sanda?" Wang Zijun almost laughed out loud.
It's really unexpected that Xu Qing is afraid of his wife, and he likes to hear it.
Wang Zijun swayed from side to side in the wheelchair and walked in an S shape to express his feelings. Xu Qing couldn't help but push him to run.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair.
"As soon as I push hard, you have to go in."
Xu Qing pushed him to a place farther away from the women's toilet, and grabbed the handrail behind the wheelchair.
"Come on, I'm ready!" Wang Zijun was very excited.
"..."
Xu Qing let go of him angrily, forgetting that this bastard is shameless.
"I'm already a father, and I can't say nothing." Wang Zijun was still waiting for Xu Qing to send him off, so he didn't want to drive in.
"You're already a father, can you be more careful?"
Two young men who are nearly thirty years old can always temporarily forget that they are not young when they get together.
This is probably why Wang Zijun likes to find him in a wheelchair.
The more I lived, the more I went back. I woke up in the middle of the night, always thinking about what would happen if there was no child, and then faced the reality when I got up, watching the little soft child give up all thoughts, and drove out of the wheelchair when I was upset Hit the streets, or figure out how to modify it.
Wang Zijun didn't know if he was normal or not. Judging from the people around him, there was something wrong with his designation, but what did it matter
Everyone has a different way of decompression. Some people like fishing, some people like figurines, and some people like drinking. He just got a large figurine that can sit on.
"Is it stressful to have a child?" Wang Zijun adjusted the wheelchair to a slow speed, and walked side by side with Xu Qing. This is his newly added gear. The speed was too fast before, and he had to step up to keep up. He couldn't keep up with others. Walking together always requires pushing.
"It's okay. Anyway, it's not as easy as before. Every time I see them, I can't help but think about the future."
"Much better than the girl in my family. One and a half years old can't speak well, so I started to read poems and English to him with cards. Now two and a half years old, I have booked a kindergarten and are going to send it there." Wang Zijun sighed.
Xu Qing smiled and said nothing, knowing that Wang Zijun should want the child to follow his father and be safe and sound... excluding promiscuous girlfriends, that will be a personality issue later.
Wang Zijun was able to study abroad with his brother at the beginning. He didn't want to be too tired. It can be said that he has no ambitions, or he can be said to be depraved. Anyway, he stayed in Jiangcheng and went to a good university. In other words, he can't be an elite, and he doesn't fight for anything.
Although he doesn't have a family business like Wang Zijun's, Xu Qing can live comfortably in Jiangcheng relying on his own ability.
He is the same type of person as Wang Zijun, and he can go crazy, but it's not necessary.
Just like what Haihai Pianist said, life is everyone's choice, there is no right or wrong.
Now that the child is born, my mentality has changed a little, and the angle of thinking about things is different from before.
"Tell me, what will it be like in another twenty years?" Xu Qing asked suddenly, thinking about the two children.
"In another twenty years, I don't know if my wheelchair can be equipped with a jet engine... By the way, I want to install a footrest, so that I can move around occasionally." Wang Zijun rubbed his chin and thought.
Wheelchair with pedals
Xu Qing turned his head in confusion, looking at Wang Zijun's luxurious wheelchair.
"I think you really have that serious illness."
he sighed.
The standard of living has really improved, and any kind of mentally retarded gameplay can be researched.