My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 310 Terminal illness is out of help

  Xu Qingnian muttered, she was still a little unhappy when she got home.

  Jiang He was taking a sword to open a package. Seeing him come back, he turned his head and looked at it. Shinnin did not ask him about his wheelchair.

   may be a strange hobby of modern people, who have lived here for so long, so you can’t make a fuss. .

  "What is this?" Xu Qing asked when seeing the large package on the ground. The package was 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 raise his head, “Yes, what’s wrong?”

   is just buying a small cart, how can he be like seeing Transformers.

   "Why do you want to buy this thing?" Xu Qing couldn't help but guess. He had just been in the wheelchair for a while, and he didn't know what happened. Subconsciously, he felt that Jiang He wanted to sit in the car and let him push her out.

  After all, strollers are much cheaper than wheelchairs.

   "It's convenient. When you move the flower, you can put it on the car, push it in and then unload it."

"Ok."

  Xu Qing found that she was thinking too much.

   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 wheeled things at home.

"I want to write a ghost story, do you have any good suggestions?" Jiang He took them apart and handed them to Xu Qing. He sat down in front of the computer slowly with his waist like a queen mother, with an elegant gait. Continue to do what you need to do before unpacking the package yourself.

   "My suggestion is not to write."

   "Why?"

   "Because you are likely to be scared by yourself."

  "Will I be so timid?" Jiang He was very angry, how could she be scared.

  Xu Qing still remembers that when she first came, she was scared to take a bath with a sword in a horror movie.

Recently, this woman had to hug his arms very close to sleep at night. He was always worried about turning over and bumping her belly in the middle of the night. It was useless to say it twice until he saw her some recommendation page that day, all ghost stories, female Xia is a little bit above watching horror stories.

   "Your vocabulary is not enough to support you to write a complete story."

  Xu Qing shrugged, just a suggestion. He can do whatever he wants to do when he is idle. Now Jiang He also has this trend. After all, he sometimes feels bored and sometimes needs to change his mind.

   "No matter, I will write!"

   Jiang He didn't get any useful advice, so he simply ignored him, sitting in front of the computer and thinking.

  "You have to be mentally prepared. Maybe someone will be very patient and explain to you every day that there is no such thing as a ghost in this world."

   "I just write stories."

   "Some people will read your story as a paper."

   "That's amazing."

After spending a long time on the Internet, Jiang He also learned how to open a vest, a research flower, and a story. After two hundred words, he couldn't make it any longer. After racking his brains for a while, he saw Xu Qing's leisurely play. , It's very angry.

   "Why are you so idle?"

  "?"

  Xu Qing confused.

   "The New Year is almost here, there is no cleaning at home, you are still sitting here!"

  "……"

The mood of the big belly woman is very similar to Optimus Prime. She changes as soon as she changes. The transformation process does not take a few seconds. Xu Qing surrenders and puts on her old clothes, picks up the broom, and cleans up the spiders in the corners. Clean up the net or something.

  Looking at Xu Qing's work, Jiang He became more comfortable and inspired.

   "His broom suddenly turned into hair, and when I looked at it again, I realized that he was holding a human head with a stick stuck in it. It turned out that he had been sweeping the floor with the human head just now..."

  Xu Qing leaned behind her and read for a while, then looked at the broom in her hand, her heart galloping, "Your horror story protagonist is not called Xu Qing, right?"

   "How come, that would be too scary."

  "Also...I think it’s a little fresher to write. Ancient people’s stupid daily life in modern times is not bad, and it’s weird to make people’s heads or something."

   "Have you finished your work?"

  "……"

  Xu Qing glanced at Jiang He’s account, turned around and went out to the terrace to continue cleaning.

  He intends to put on a vest for a while to fight Jiang He, there are no ghosts in the world.

  ……

  In the next few days, as the Chinese New Year approached, Wang Zijun, who had a lot of leisure time, drove a wheelchair to find Xu Qing several times, Jiang He finally couldn't help it.

  "Be with him often, you won't be infected like him too, are you?"

  Xu Qing just bought a bunch of flowers back, put it in the vase and looked around, amused at Jiang He’s worry, “How come, he is purely for fun, he has never heard of it and it is still contagious.”

   "But I saw you sitting in his chair."

  "……"

   "Cough cough." Xu Qing coughed a little embarrassingly. "It was just a curious experience. He was depressed. He would be in a good mood to get a new toy. I have nothing to do."

   "Depression?"

   "Well, it's a kind of mental illness, it's quite complicated, but he was cured with a wheelchair. Seeing that he is happily running around like a fool every day."

  Jiang He frowned and felt depression on Baidu, looking at the introduction on the webpage thoughtfully.

   "I heard that there is postpartum depression? Should I get one too."

   "...you just need to beat me to be very happy, you don't need that stuff."

   Xu Qing said helplessly, watching her humming a song to take care of the flowers, and thinking about three rounds, depression might be a joke.

"It seems that it is easier for a scholar to get it. Like you, the poor scholars were depressed and sorrowful every day. They were born at a bad time. The injustice of heaven is Barabara. I have never heard that people who dance swords and swords will throw their sleeves and put their sleeves on their faces. Sigh, be good, take care of your baby, don't think about it."

   "Oh..." Jiang He flicked his mouse, "Will a big dog be depressed if he is so rich?"

   "It doesn't matter whether you have money...it should also have something to do."

"is it?"

"We are happy as long as we make money. They are different. We have to find ways to preserve the value of our property and prevent it from shrinking. There is no good way to preserve the value, which is equivalent to losing money every day, and it is more likely to be anxious." Xu Qing said casually. Money can affect people the most."

  "Fortunately, we are poor."

   "...I am sad when you say that."

   "What's so sad?"

   "I have a car, a house, and a wife with twins. I am really not poor, but I am not rich enough."

"Well……"

Jiang He thought for a while. Indeed, he was called poor when he first came. He didn't even have a pair of decent shoes. He still grumbled in front of Xu Qing. He hadn't washed his hair for a few days and was drenched in the rain, and his hair was streaked. A strand of it, how miserable it is.

  "We are also big families, and we eat meat every day." She nodded in satisfaction, just thinking that she was a bit poor compared to big dogs, but she was actually quite rich.

  This thing can't be compared. If it is, who can be compared to the emperor? ......Shen Wansan was still comparable to Shen, and then he was chopped off.

   "Yes, yes, big family!" Xu Qing agreed with this statement.

  "I still can’t understand why I need to be in a wheelchair." Jiang He thinks that people are really fun. I have never seen an emperor depressed before...Oh, maybe she doesn’t know it, maybe she doesn’t know which emperor is secretly depressed.

  For example, the person who asks how sad can be, so sad, maybe it is depression.

  "We can compare wealth to sea water. The more we drink, the more thirsty we become, and so is our reputation--"

Xu Qing pulled out a book from the cabinet. When decorating, he also made a built-in cabinet in the living room. There are many gaps on the wall. Just stuff a book into a bookcase, and a sword rack is a weapon display cabinet. Now he moves all the books. When I came out, there was only a table left in the study, and another bed was the bedroom. Two bedrooms were changed to three bedrooms.

   Jiang He's eyelids twitched, "I finally know what's the use of reading more."

"Ok?"

   "The installation-beep is just right, I can't say such a thing."

   "Girls, don't be so rude." Xu Qing was surprised that Jiang He could learn to pretend to be a beep.

   "Is this rude?"

   "It's weird to say it from your mouth."

   "I think you have a prejudice against me." Jiang He turned around, sitting on the chair and leaning against the computer desk behind him, and said to Xu Qing.

  Xu Qing was startled, "What prejudice?"

   "Um... it's prejudice." Jiang He couldn't say it for a while, he raised his head for a moment, and said: "Look, if Pingping or Xiaohui said the word, would you think she was rude?"

  "……"

   Seeing her appearance, Xu Qing couldn’t help thinking about it seriously. If it was Gong Ping who said he pretended to beep...

   is really not enough for the word rude.

   "Look, for the same thing, different people say you have different opinions. Is this just prejudice?" Jiang He looked at his expression.

   "Because you are my wife, so..." Xu Qing's mouth was stiff, and at the same time she thought that if she married a modern daughter-in-law, she said she pretended to be a beep, it seemed nothing.

  He was lost in thought.

   "Is it because I am your wife?" Jiang He asked.

   "...It seems that there are other reasons." Xu Qing is still thinking.

   "If you don't like me, I won't say it, but you can't be prejudiced against me."

   Jiang He snorted, satisfied, "Acknowledge that you are stupid Xu Qing."

   "You are the smartest."

  Xu Qing is still thinking about this, because she is an ancient person?

Do not……

  "It’s not a prejudice, it’s that we have lived together for a long time, and we’ve long been accustomed to some things. Some of your changes are worth celebrating, and some changes make people unaccustomed for a while."

   Jiang He paused for a moment and wrinkled his nose.

   "Your sophistry makes sense."

After this interruption, Xu Qing stuffed the book in his hand again, intending to take a look at "Movie Art". Jiang He looked down at his stomach and thought for a moment, and said: "What kind of Tang poetry are the children of the Xiaohui family learning? It's not about the nine-year obligation. Education?"

   "Huh? His family... is only two years old in one month? Can you learn well?"

  Since the child can crawl, Wang Zijun has rarely mentioned his son, and Xu Qing doesn’t know if he speaks neatly at the age of two.

   "Just read it to him, there are cards or something..." Jiang He gestured.

  Looking at Jiang He’s expression, Xu Qing frowned, "Did you listen to what she said?"

   "Just raise children."

  "Don’t be influenced by her, how should we raise and raise, those depressions are just thinking too much, and the child starts to want to teach him to be a genius before he grows up, problems..."

  Xu Qing knows that Wang Zijun is depressed for Mao, so you don’t need to think about the atmosphere of his home, no wonder the game is not fun...

   "I heard her say that raising children is so complicated. She has planned which junior high school the child will go to." Jiang He scratched his nose, wondering if this is something that parents must consider.

  Pregnancy seems a bit miscalculated. It was not the time when her five or six-year-old children were running around the mountains and cutting the grass.

"His family has the throne, our family does not have the throne, just leave it to me, don't listen to them, we are not the same." Xu Qing was a little worried, the silly woman would be broken if she was taken crooked, maybe she would really look at her then. The child read poems at the age of three, and became anxious and finished.

   "Oh, I think so too."

  Jiang He was relieved when he heard Xu Qing's words. The two thought about the same thing. If Xu Qing was like that, she would finish it straight away. She wouldn't know how to read a few poems, so she would teach ghosts.

   "As long as you are similar to you, better than me is enough?" She felt that top geniuses could not be born from her semi-literate mother.

   "Well...it's almost the same. This thing should be learned. Children and grandchildren have their own lives. If they have the ability, they will go to the big city to eat and drink spicy food. If they have no ability, they will inherit my broken house and live a stable life."

   "It’s better to be stable."

   Jiang He deeply believes that, like Xu Qing, it is good to be content with the status quo.

  The rich people often use wheelchairs and don’t learn from them.

  ……

  Gong Ping does not go home during the New Year, avoiding the gossip of her family’s three aunts and six poems, and chaotic marriage line to introduce her to her blind date.

  A person in the field, unexpectedly there is no homesickness, only relax, go to the market for most of the day, buy a trunk of snacks, and the red couplet, and give the family a good time to spend a quiet year.

  One year after another, the urge to marry each year is more fierce than the previous year. She even suspected that she would become an unmarried person because of resistance. When she realized this idea, Gong Ping was shocked and hurriedly adjusted her mentality.

  Sitting on the balcony chair, holding a glass of lemonade, sitting in the sun for an afternoon, enjoying the time comfortably, she suddenly remembered the two figures basking in the sun at the gate.

  I understood how comfortable Xu Qing was sitting in the sun with the doorman.

After thinking about it, Gong Ping put down the cup, put on her coat and went downstairs. She went to the convenience store counter and picked a box of red cigarettes. The red panda painted on it was very festive. After paying the money, she went home and opened it. Realize that I don't have a lighter.

  It’s stupid...

   Grabbing her hair, she didn't want to run again. After thinking for a while, she ran to the kitchen to turn on the gas stove, and finally lit the cigarette.

   Sit back to the balcony holding the cup again, the sun shining warmly on her body, adding a bit of temperature to the cold winter.

  Gong Ping put a cigarette between her fingers, leaning on the back of her chair and waiting for a while, she suddenly felt like a vicissitudes of middle-aged man.

   "It's so comfortable..."

  Sighed comfortably, Gong Ping put the cigarette to her mouth, and then coughed violently. It took a long time to relieve her breath. He looked at the little boy who was watching her on the balcony next door, and gave him a breathless look.

  This kid didn’t know if he learned from Xu Qing. He practiced martial arts on the balcony if he had nothing to do. Hehe, haha, is it not fragrant to have the glory of the king?

   Throwing a puff of cigarette into the dustpan and stepping on it, she turned on the phone and swiped the small video.

   "Warm! The middle-aged man confessed to his paralyzed boyfriend on the side of the road, he turned into a flower like a boy or girl!"

   also comes with sensational bgm, just like a youth idol drama.

   "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

  Gong Ping coughed more fiercely than the lemonade she had just drunk.

  The little fat man next door looked at her with more sympathy.

  According to the TV show, this is terminally ill, and his life will soon die.

  (End of this chapter)