My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 287 Golden

   "The little mouse got promoted, and find his girlfriend to have a hot pot to celebrate."

"Ok."

   "Bought me this wine, hey, how about it..."

   "Not bad."

   "Really? Hahaha, come and have another sip."

  Qin Mao was so proud. He took the chicken legs clean and threw the bones into the basin on the balcony with a flick of his hand. Xiongba stuck his head out and squeaked into pieces.

  Xu Wenbin looked at the happy old friend, drank two more glasses, took a chicken wing with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

  The chicken was bought at the market, and Qin Mao just stewed it by himself. It was so crispy that it would come down as soon as the meat was sucked in his mouth.

  "He had arranged a blind date for him before, but he still had to ask him to find it himself. I said he would rely on him to find the Year of the Monkey and Ma Yue...No, I really let him find it."

   "Where is the person?"

  "I came from the small county and collected money at that convenience store. The mouse was stabbed that time. It was her. She went there many times when she was hospitalized, and then she was together."

   "Also pretty good." Xu Wenbin nodded.

  Cashier...It’s actually pretty good. Jiang He still sits in front of the computer and plays games every day.

   "Well, what is good about cashiers... But it depends on the people, it doesn't really matter what you do."

   "That's it."

  Xu Wenbin laughed, and he could only comfort himself in this way.

  Qin Mao was ecstatic. I used to see Qin Hao not pleasing to the eye, but I didn’t expect everything to go smoothly this year. This is luck.

  Both Xiaoqingzi and Xiaomouse... are fateful.

   Raised his hand to tear a piece of chicken, and took another sip of wine, Qin Maocai asked, "What about Xiaoqingzi and them?"

   "I got the certificate, and I don't know when the wedding will be held. They discuss it by themselves."

   "It's okay, their young people have been talking for several years, don't need...what?" Qin Mao was choked.

   "I got the certificate."

   "...Well, it's fast."

  Qin Mao swallowed the chicken in his mouth, and thought for a while, "Little mice, I think they have to hurry."

  "What are you comparing to them?" Xu Wenbin scolded with a smile, "Just take care of yourself. People have their own ideas when they get married.

  He is a civil servant, and he must be careful about getting married. I remember to check the file or something. "

"Have it?"

   "I heard."

   "Is there anything else?"

   "I heard it!"

  The two picked up the wine and drank a sip. Xu Wenbin pushed his glasses and looked at Qin Maocai's gray hair with emotion.

  When this guy got married, he was helping to choose a bicycle. At that time, Qin Mao was only in his twenties. He was very high-spirited and fashionable with a big back. He stopped there and attracted the attention of many little girls.

  In a blink of an eye, she became two old men.

  ……

  "Why did they become butterflies and survive the winter? If we become the bastards, we can live another thousand years."

   "Change yourself, don't take me."

  Xu Qing is not interested in becoming a bastard, but it seems that people have said that in the Tang Dynasty, **** was not a curse, but a kind of worship. Many people’s names have turtle characters, such as Li Guinian, Wang Gui, Lu Guimeng, etc...

  The New Tang Book records that Wu Zetian stipulated that officials of rank five and above wear a tortoise-shaped pouch called "turtle bag". The tortoise bag is decorated with gold, silver, and copper.

  Xu Qing wondered when the **** became a curse. Jiang He looked at Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai with a pillow on his back. He was heartbroken at the couple who chose to become a butterfly. Why can't they want to become a butterfly like this?

  Two dogs can live for a long time...Of course, it’s better to be a human being.

After watching the play, Jiang He was still feeling sorry for the butterfly. He looked up at the roof and stunned for a while. He pulled his leg from Xu Qing's arms and returned to his computer, opened the document and wrote his thoughts, and focused on voicing and putting a bowl of water , I can't see how women disguise themselves as men, and how they become butterflies.

  Unconsciously, Journey to the West, Water Margin, Sui and Tang Dynasty, Liang Shanbo, these stories that are almost common sense, have been reviewed by Jiang He, but her sights often open Xu Qing's eyes.

  For example, when I read Journey to the West, I always expected Monk Tang to be eaten by monsters, and then Monkey King flew to the west to learn the scriptures by himself...

"this is for you."

  Xu Qing took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Jiang He.

"what?"

   "Ring."

   "How much did you buy?"

  "Don’t be so vulgar...Don’t move." Xu Qing saw her stretch out her hand and fastened her hand to fasten the box quickly, "This is a process and a sense of ritual."

  "……"

"will you marry me?"

   "So much nonsense!"

  Xu Qing's ring was snatched by Jiang He. It was golden. She held it between her fingers and looked at it carefully, then pinched it with her hand, and it was bent.

"Golden?"

  "Although it is gold, it is also new. Our engagement ring, don't take it so seriously..." Xu Qing's chest was stuffy, but Jiang He didn't take it into his mouth and bit him twice.

   "This is good, this is good."

   Jiang He was satisfied. He pinched the ring and put it on his finger. The gold held more value than the diamond ring.

   "I just proposed to marry me, you agreed."

  Xu Qing watched her put on the ring, and didn’t worry about anything, anyway...

  Even if you buy a big diamond ring and kneel down, Jiang He will not really beat him like a threat, but the heartache is definitely heartache. If you spend so much money on a stone, it is possible to talk to him for a few years.

  Her demand is gold, gold, or gold, except for gold, everything else is scum.

  Jiang He glanced at him like a fool when he heard the words. He received all the certificates, and now he comes to propose.

  Sure enough, modern people's brains are not working well.

   "This is a sense of ritual... forget it."

  Xu Qing gave up and explained to her that there was something wrong with the brain circuits of ancient people, and they could not be treated with common sense.

  "This is not because I lied to you, but you want it. Don't even talk about marriage and don't even have a diamond ring in the future."

  "How do you know?!" Jiang He was surprised.

   "What do you know?" Xu Qing forced.

"It's nothing……"

   Jiang He rolled his eyes, touched the gold ring on his finger, and shook his head not to talk to him.

The wedding is being prepared in an orderly manner. No diamond is everlasting, and Jiang He has not become Wang Bajiuyuan. When Xu Qing plans to marry Xu Qing, there is no exchange of rings. Jiang He, the little old lady, doesn’t like that. She didn't have a gold bracelet to make her happy.

  It always feels like something is wrong...

  But when I think of Jiang He's naive look, everything is reasonable again.

  The heroine just wants a home. Weddings are not so necessary.

  Of course, it still needs to be done.

When I got the house in July, Xu Qing's decoration plan was also finalized. I gave Jiang He a look and started to implement it.

The house is in Xicheng District, a brand-new unit building. The elevator goes straight to the twelfth floor. It has two bedrooms and one living room with a study room. Put kettles, tea cups, etc. on the floor, and you can directly use the table as a dining table when eating.

There is also a big sofa in the middle of the living room, and two computers next to the window on the terrace...At first I thought it was very uncomfortable to put two computers, but after thinking about it, both of them are now inseparable from computers. This is a necessity. It can't be installed in the bedroom one by one.

  Xu Qing took Jiang He and chatted in the rough room. Jiang He couldn't form a picture in his head, so he could only watch it after the decoration was finished.

   "You will love it!"

  Xu Qing is full of confidence.

   "I like it if you put a bed here." Jiang He pointed to the living room.

  Xu Qing was still wondering if she was suggesting something, Jiang He had already gone to the terrace, looked around, and took a deep breath.

  This is their future home.

  Much better than where I live now.

  "This is our home?"

   "Yes, we chose it together. From now on, put a weapon rack over there. This is your martial arts field."

   "I think a variety of dots are better."

  Jiang He realized that he didn't like to use swords and swords anymore.

   "Both." Xu Qing smiled and said authentically.

  In the midsummer of July, the sun is scorching the earth. On the roof of this building, two people wiped the sweat from their heads and smiled at each other.

   "You who used Coke as a highly toxic one, have you ever thought about today?"

  "Have you ever thought about it when I pointed the sword at it?" Jiang He asked back.

  At the beginning of the fall of that year, she held a sword and pointed at this guy, how could she have imagined that two people would look at the new house together.

   "I really do."

  "……"

  "The only fly in the ointment is that it is cold in winter and hot in summer."

   "It doesn't matter, there are air conditioners and fans." Jiang He said, "I am not afraid of heat."

   "Would you like to move around?"

"here?"

  "Go to the house?" Xu Qing suggested.

   "Come here." Jiang He bit his lip and said.

   "I'm here...ah!"

  On this wide terrace, Jiang He, as Xu Qing had wished, took part in activities and took care of Xu Qing’s meal.

   is just different from what Xu Qing thinks.

  ……

   Sitting and renting home, Xu Qing rubbed his arms and complained about Jiang He, taking his current force too high.

  "Only by discussing, you can improve quickly." Jiang He said seriously.

  "You are doing it by learning from each other!" Xu Qing continued to complain that Jiang He had broken his studies.

  "Don't mutter the boy, I have seen someone who doesn't wear a hat to make his girlfriend want to clean him up." My brother said cheerfully.

   "That's pitiful." Jiang He felt very sympathetic.

  "……"

  Xu Qing groaned for a moment, "The one you said should also be me."

   "???"

  'S brother glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "I said I'm so familiar."

  "……"

  "……"

   "Jiangcheng is so small, haha, haha." My brother laughed twice and was silent.

  The young ones just know how to play.

  Back home, looking at the familiar room layout, Jiang He was reluctant to be here again. He has been living here all the time. This is like a home.

  She can play games on the computer. Xu Qing sits on the sofa holding a laptop and plays drama, or moves the chair in the middle of the living room to practice boxing, or sits beside her and touches her legs...

  "When will the decoration be finished over there?"

   "About three or four months, three months after the renovation is completed, it would be nice to be able to move in at the end of the year."

   "Oh... that's okay, I can still live here this year."

"in a hurry?"

"No."

  Jiang He glanced at him. If he had to wait until the marriage was completed, he would have the same room...It would be until next year, Xu Qinghui died pitifully.

  In the afternoon, Gong Ping came over and learned how to make meatballs with her. The two houses were very close to each other. After getting a little familiar with Xu Qing, Gong Ping often came to stop by.

  Two women were rubbing the **** in the kitchen. Gong Ping would take them home to cook them by herself. Jiang He rolled his sleeves and made Gong Ping envy with his dexterous hands.

  The mobile phone was placed aside, and it was playing the young Zhang Sanfeng. He watched it while he was doing it. Gong Ping didn’t like this kind of drama. After watching it for a while, I was surprised to see it.

   "Is this guy a good person or a bad person?"

"I do not know either."

   "It feels like he is going to die."

   "The people here will probably die." Jiang He is familiar with the routine of this kind of drama.

   "The protagonist will not die."

   "In addition to the protagonist, those people will die to save the protagonist, as well as this woman. After she dies, Zhang Sanfeng can suddenly become a peerless master."

   "...There seems to be such a point." Gong Ping couldn't refute, saying that the show is okay. I feel that this movie is not good, and it is not good. I can make several shows with this thing.

  Gong Ping is wearing a mesh skirt today, with light-colored short sleeves on the upper body, and is very popular. Sitting in front of the guzheng and shooting a small video will definitely be forwarded by some lsp in various groups.

  Xu Qing leaned to the door to see, the two women made meatballs while complaining about the modeling plot in the costume drama.

   "Are you waiting to eat?" Gong Ping shouted.

   "Otherwise?" Xu Qing took it for granted.

   "Help."

   "Marrying her back is to cook for me, help? What a joke."

  Xu Qing left with disdain.

  "……"

   Fuck, daring.

  Gong Ping was stunned, and looked at Jiang He, who actually agreed with him.

   "His arms are uncomfortable, and it is not convenient to do things." Jiang He felt that he should find a reason to explain, otherwise Xu Qing would be the same as Tasty and lazy.

   "This excuse is what you think of."

   "No, it's true."

   Jiang He shook her head and said, she thought Xu Qing's evasive fist practice for so long would be able to block her a few strokes, but she did not expect to take him down in a single grapple.

  I have to press him well in the evening...Huh?

Jiang He's expression changed, and then he remembered, according to Xu Qing's urine sex, would she deliberately pretend to be twisted by herself in order to avoid washing the dishes, and then let her give a comfortable massage by the way ?

"People who practice martial arts can even twist their arms, so you can believe it." Gong Ping whispered. In her eyes, Xu Qing is the enthusiastic kung fu enthusiast who practices every day, and Jiang He is still the soft and weak holding. The little girl next door who keeps eating sweet potato as a snack.

   Spoiled, such a good Jiang He was spoiled by Xu Qing.

   "I also don't think he should be twisted so easily." Jiang He is already a little skeptical, Xu Qing holding his laptop with his legs folded on the sofa, how can it be so serious?

   Perceiving Jiang He's gaze, Xu Qing changed his face in a second, oops, rubbing his arm and leaning against the sofa, avoiding the sight from the kitchen.

   "He really didn't twist it." Jiang He said firmly.

  This guy is too bad, he must have pretended to be.

  Fortunately, she was secretly guilty for a long time, and she was going to give him a massage at night.

  Night.

  The meatballs are fragrant, Xu Qing's mouth is full of oil, and he puts down the bowl and starts to rub his arms.

  Jiang He took the bowl to the kitchen and went out for a stroll. When Xu Qing was playing drama, he secretly stretched out his finger to poke him.

  Xu Qing looked back and was stunned, and then uttered an oops.

   "Xu Qing!"

   "I'm badly injured... Don't make trouble, I'm going to wash the dishes!"

  Xu Qing swishes and stands up and runs into the kitchen. Jiang He has never seen anyone get hurt so quickly.

  Open the live broadcast room, she was still angry, waited for Xu Qing to come out and glared at him.

   "Look, you are a big hit on the list!" Xu Qing changed the subject.

  The first in the live broadcast room is finally no longer the big dog Wang Zijun, who has been a lot honest after getting married.

  (End of this chapter)