Jiang He, who hadn't touched a sword for a long time, may have taught his children and touched childhood memories, making his hands itchy.
He fished out the sword Kaiyuan brought from under the bed, opened the cloth wrapped around the sword body, held the hilt and pulled it out. The sword body was rusty due to moisture, and the scabbard was rotten with a crisp sound from Jiang He's pinching.
Xu Jin and his brother watched secretly, but they didn't come closer. Their parents forbade them to touch the weapons at home, otherwise their buttocks would bloom.
The whetstone on the balcony was basically unused. Xu Qing only liked to practice swords and listen to the sound of squeaks, and he didn't like swords.
Swish!
Jiang He sat on the terrace carrying a ponytail, sprinkled a little water on the sword, and carefully wiped it off the whetstone.
The sound of sword sharpening sounded, and with the darkening night outside, Xu Qing stood at the window and took a look, inexplicably thinking of the scene when Jiang Asheng dug out the Zancha sword in the sword rain.
Jiang He's silhouette is so relaxed and freehand, just on a whim.
May be completely let go.
Xu Qing withdrew his gaze. It has been nearly ten years, and this sword will probably break before Jiang He sharpens it.
If he had been kidnapped, Jiang He might have tied the child on his back with cloth strips, and single-handedly rescued him with a sword in hand...
On the terrace, Jiang He approached her with the sword in front of her, checked whether the blade was bent, then took a sword flower, stood there for a while, and practiced the set of sword skills she taught Xu Qing.
Compared with Xu Qing, her sword moves are more fierce. Although the sword is very broken and does not reflect any light, the sound of the wind piercing through the air can still make people feel tense all over.
Xu Qing lay on the window sill, propped her chin with her hand, and watched quietly.
Jiang He stopped his momentum, pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers, and exerted a little force. The old sword made a soft sound and bent a small arc.
"Spanning more than 1,200 years."
She sighed softly, and then the sword body broke into three pieces.
He turned his head and met Xu Qing's eyes.
"Like a dream."
"How can there be such a real dream." Xu Qing smiled at her.
"I just taught them two martial arts, and I suddenly felt very real." Jiang He bent down and picked up the piece that fell on the ground, "Throw it into the Lanjiang River another day, so that no one will find it..."
"It's too cautious, don't you want to keep a memorial?"
"There's nothing to keep, I almost forgot about it." Jiang He tapped it with the broken sword, looked up at the night sky, "It's almost ten years."
If she hadn't come here, she should have been fighting for her life in the prosperous Kaiyuan era as a Jianghu person. Maybe she couldn't survive the Anshi Rebellion, and she would have been swept up by the world, stepped down, and died.
Xu Qing followed her gaze, "You can't go back."
"I don't want to go back yet. With a husband and children, life is at its peak."
Jiang He threw the broken sword into a corner, packed up the whetstone, and stretched himself on the terrace, "Practicing the sword can loosen the muscles and bones, but the effect of yoga is not very good."
"Practice swords for children?" Xu Qing glanced at the two human cubs standing at the door.
"It's time to let them know. It's hard to tell them when they grow up." Jiang He laughed and stood by the window sill, "And now they will believe... my husband?"
"You can still call me young hero."
"Show face."
Jiang He despised him, went into the room to wash his hands, combed his hair, and considered whether to take a bath and practice yoga again.
Xu Qing left from the window sill, his gaze was drawn away as Jiang He's figure entered the bathroom.
In the blink of an eye, ten years later, Jiang He is still so beautiful, and he... seems to be not bad.
I thought it would be the development of the charter wife and wife in Kung Fu, but now it seems that Jiang He will not become a fat woman with a cigarette in her mouth.
After taking a bath, Jiang He changed his mood, hummed a song and cleaned up the house, let the two children go to bed, and moved his arms around Xu Qing.
From time to time, he glanced at his computer, his eyes shining with wisdom.
Xu Qing didn't know what the heroine was up to, and something seemed wrong today.
This person didn't sleep most of the night, and he was still a little excited here... what was he thinking
"Is there something wrong with you? Just say something."
When Jiang He sat back on the chair and stared at him with his stomach on the back of the chair, he finally couldn't help it.
"Can't you make this video?"
Jiang He looked at him worriedly, then lowered his head again.
"It should be... I'm still looking at the situation."
Xu Qing sighed, is this a midlife crisis
To be prophesied by the old man back then is like a crow's mouth.
"Don't worry, you and the child won't be hungry." He comforted Jiang He by touching his head.
"No..." Jiang He waved Xu Qing's hand away, stood up from the chair, walked around the room for a few steps, then turned back, looked at him with his eyes, and approached his head with his hands.
"If you can't do it, don't do it. I will support you in a flower shop."
She stroked Xu Qing's hair with one hand, "From now on, you will be a stupid man who does laundry, sweeps the floor and holds children... Hahaha..."
Jiang He couldn't help laughing out loud, his eyebrows beaming.
After several years of operation, her flower shop is on the right track, and she can finally say this with confidence.
Xu Qing took her hand away expressionlessly, it turned out that this old woman was thinking about this matter.
"Give up, it's impossible."
"I support you."
"..."
"You can also help me manage the flower shop, and I'll pay you." Jiang He was very proud with his hands on his hips, "As long as... Mmmmmmmmmm."
Xu Qing covered her mouth, but was pulled away by Jiang He.
"You are dreaming." Xu Qing didn't want to hit her.
"Really, if you can't do it, don't do it. I support you. Now I sell flowers... um... You can send flowers. We place online orders, and you can send flowers everywhere."
"I'm afraid that if I send too many flowers, people will fall in love with me. After all, most of the people who order flowers are men, and the targets of gifts are all women."
"..."
Jiang He's heart skipped a beat, it really had to be guarded against.
"Then I'll take care of you, and you can stay at home with peace of mind... Oh yes, you can still write movie reviews, when will you ban this too..." Jiang He looked up and looked forward.
"You can expect me to order!"
Xu Qing has lost his temper. There is such a woman at the stall who waits every day to let him have a soft meal. The temperament of a bandit cannot be changed.
…
the next day.
The rain had stopped, and Jiang He went to the flower shop to open the door as usual in the morning.
In winter, the nights are long and the days are short, and the sky is still dark. The winter melon jumped out of Jiang He's arms, went into the store to inspect it, and finally jumped onto the chair and lay down.
Not long after, a figure in the distance moved from far to near, and Jiang He couldn't help smiling when he saw Jiang He who was putting out flower pots.
"Good morning, I didn't see you open the door two days ago."
Jiang He looked back, his eyes made him pause.
"I... that..." He suddenly spoke awkwardly.
"Hmm..." Jiang He thought for a while and asked, "I heard from my friend that you want to chase me?"
The guy in front of him blushed suddenly, his eyes dodged in all directions, and after a while he mustered up his courage and said: "Yes... yes! Actually... I..."
Jiang He looked interesting.
That bastard Xu Qing never seemed to blush.
"But I'm already a mother of two."
"Actually... every time I run... huh?"
The young man shook his hand, as if he had been struck by lightning, he was frozen in place.
"If you are around at noon, you can see my husband and children coming to deliver food to me."
"..."