My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 313 How luxurious will it be in twenty years

  As the patriarch of a big family, he not only has to take care of the two-legged beast, but also has to stare at the child. Winter melon is really broken.

  Looking at the two of them, he went to the terrace to play with peace of mind.

  Originally, Xu Qing was coaxing a child who hadn’t coaxed him, and immediately stopped crying when he got into Jiang He’s arms. .

   "It's better to be a mother."

  Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing, hugged the baby a few times and hummed, then wrapped tightly, and took him to the terrace to get some breath.

  The winter melon, who just got down on the terrace, reluctantly cats to the corner and hides behind the flower pot, fluttering around with only one tail exposed.

   "Every time I see your bunch of flowers, I feel so good." Gong Ping looked at the flowers on the terrace enviously. Why didn't she choose a house with a terrace on the top floor?

  All kinds of flowers are gathered together, the fragrance of the flowers is permeated, 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 flower house. The awning on it is not enough, so he bought a vertical retractable rain awning.

  The open space for martial arts training is constantly occupied and shrinking. Xu Qing estimates that it will be necessary for her to open a flower shop and move the flowers to the shop before the terrace can regain the scale of the martial arts field.

   "It would be better if it were a farmyard, without using flower pots."

  Jiang He hugged the child and squatted slightly, showing him the flowers, Zhuangzhuang swinging his calves very happy.

   "Now that I have finished giving birth to the baby, I don't see you resume the live broadcast. Are you really not broadcasting?" Gong Ping asked.

   "It won’t be broadcast anymore. I can’t broadcast it. I can’t play the game half and half. I dropped the mouse and went back to the bedroom to feed the baby."

  "So too."

  Gong Ping really didn't think about this issue. She subconsciously felt that she would be liberated after giving birth.

  A young girl has devoted herself to the family.

"It's okay to grow flowers and 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 a question of whether her boyfriend would cost electricity or not. Looking at it now, the gap would be widened. Big.

  At least, Gong Ping knew that she could not give up what she had done before and devote herself to a new life like Jiang He. She had to eat and make money.

   Jiang He smelled the flowers, then smiled back and said: "I will concentrate on raising children, play with flowers, and treat them as a lifelong career."

  "A big flower grower!" Gong Ping praised.

   "Small household, it's only now, it's far from selling flowers."

  Jiang He sighed and stood up, and walked two steps on the terrace with his baby, looking around for a week, looking into the distance.

   "It's also a reliable thing."

  She is trying to help people answer questions about growing flowers recently. After a year of hard work and hands-on practice, she is still a novice for this craft, but when it comes to the issue of terrace flowers, she is already a familiar hand.

  At the same time, consider taking some small videos about planting and maintenance, learning while raising, and there will be floral arrangements in the future. Step by step, a very clear plan, unlike when the live broadcast was launched, the east was a hammer and the west was a hammer.

  I remembered that before, it was leveling, it was moving bricks, and selling snacks while playing games live. Jiang He couldn't help but smile. After coming to modern times for a few years, he has done a lot of things.

  She is not out of touch with society, but has never kept up. With the help of Xu Qing, this progress has been considered fast, and she also benefited from the attempt of one hammer and one hammer.

  Between studying and growing flowers, she chose to grow flowers. As for children's education... Let Xu Qing take care of it. Who told him to go to college.

Gong Ping hugged Soft and shook gently, and walked two steps toward the corner of the winter melon. I thought that this person was very sick, so he bent over, jumped to the window sill, and went into the house to look for permission. Qing this shovel officer.

  Gong Ping became more and more surprised, glanced at the window and turned her gaze back, "What's the child's name? You can't allow you to be soft, right?"

   "My sister's name is Xu Jin." Jiang He looked at the Rourou held by Gong Ping, with a smile on his eyebrows, and lowered his head to tease his son, "This is Xu Shian."

   "Hey, brother, this is too perfunctory!" Gong Ping vomited.

   "Where is it perfunctory, compared with that, the sister's name is a bit simpler."

   "Neither the strokes nor the feeling of anything."

   "Don't you know that host?" Jiang He raised his chin, "Every place in Xu Shifang is safe."

  The name is a bit big.

   But considering that he is a son, it doesn’t matter if he is older. Sister enjoys the prosperity of the world, and younger brother... don’t be lazy.

   "I hope she will become a doctor or a lawyer in the future." Jiang He leaned in and made a soft mouth.

   "Where is the strong? Be an official?"

   "Yes, it's also good to be a policeman."

  Two people talked and laughed to each other, and the infant kid giggled.

   "I thought you would raise Xu Ziqian, Xu Mingdao or something..."

Each era has its own characteristics, from the ancient Yannian Yonsei Yangui Yanshou to the modern Weiguo Weidong, the founding of the country and the red, the Zitong Zixi Ziyan in the back, people around you will often have their names unsurprisingly. The feeling of naming can be seen at a glance.

  Xu Jin is like this. Shi'an was very surprised by Gong Ping at first, but the more he thought about it, the more interesting he was, but he couldn't say anything.

   Jiang He smiled lightly, teasing the child.

  Prosperous age and beauty, Guotai Minan, this was the biggest shock when she first came.

  As she gradually became familiar with modern life, Jiang He also saw a lot of shadows under the prosperity of this era, but for her, she was lucky enough to come to this 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 leaned against the window in the living room with the cat in her arms, looking at the two people outside and chatting with their children.

  Gong Ping can’t understand. Xu Qing, a person who knows everything, understands. She knows how to cherish more than those in her 70s or 80s, because Jiang He has been hungry, has seen murders, and has blood on her hands.

  No matter how familiar with modern times, some ideas are always different.

The child seems to be unable to sleep enough. At this stage, he eats, eats, sleeps and sleeps, especially after crying, it is easier to fall asleep. The younger brother first closes his eyes and talks. After a while, the older sister will be honest, brewing energy and waiting for the night Continue to toss.

   After Gong Ping left, the two cubs lay in the cradle and fell asleep, Jiang He leaned in front of Xu Qing and rubbed with her.

   "I warn you not to disturb my work." Xu Qing is a gentleman, and he doesn't even turn his eyes when opening the software.

   "Are you dying?"

   "???"

   "I heard that after giving birth, some men will have shadows and become..." Jiang He secretly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

  Too much bullying!

  Xu Qing got anxious, didn't even enter the bedroom, threw the winter melon from the window sill, closed the curtains, and fought with her.

  ……

  June is fleeting, Xu Qing, who is already a husband and father, is a little blessed, and after discovering that her weight has changed in surprise, she doubles the time of boxing.

People on another terrace 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 is in the right direction, but the sound of punching kung fu makes them wonder if the next door is right. Lived in Feng Yuxiu.

  Some things were added to the home. Jiang He stopped practicing swords, instead he got a blanket. He didn’t know who he was practicing yoga with. When he was tired from reading and taking care of the flowers every day, he turned on the TV and practiced for a while.

  Xu Qing suspected that she still felt that she was not good enough, so she ran to ask where she started to practice this thing, and she was so angry that she proved it for a few days.

  How can a person who practice martial arts fail?

  If it weren’t for being afraid of quietly regenerating the two... Xu Qing really had some shadows about this, so he picked a time and had a serious talk with Jiang He.

   "If you want to have three children and four children, please tell me, don't sneak a hole..."

   "I didn't!" Jiang He retorted loudly, not wanting to continue living.

   "I mean if there is any--"

   "There is no if!"

   "Then what if..."

   "Do you want to fight?"

   "???"

   "I think you just want to fight!"

  Jiang He took Xu Qing to the balcony and tidied him up in the open space not occupied by flower pots.

  Wang Zijun is still in his spare time, driving his electric wheelchair around, occasionally remodeling and adding a part, the wheelchair is no longer the original wheelchair, but a super luxurious, undeveloped, complete, exclusive wheelchair.

  In addition to the remote control on the armrest, there is also a usb port for charging the mobile phone. There is a cloth bag in the back that contains the bits and pieces of the fishing rod mobile phone holder.

  Gone forever on the road of tinkering with the wheelchair, and even wanted to make one for the old man, his father was so angry that he almost broke his leg by copying a stick.

  If it were not for the certificate issued by the doctor, he might have been killed.

"Whole one?" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair with high spirits. This is the meaning of his life. If it is not his brother who has returned from studying abroad, he will find a way to open a custom-made wheelchair factory, and feel confused for life. People serve.

   "If you don't do it, you will be killed."

  Xu Qing shook her head resolutely. Jiang He was so angry that if he dared to move the wheelchair to the house, she dared to use the secret skills hidden in her fist.

Because of his relationship with Wang Zijun, Jiang He and Song Hui are also very familiar with each other. Two women complained about these two unreliable fathers when they caught time. One was in a wheelchair every day, and the other was paralyzed on a chair or sofa at home— —

  Although Xu Qing has worked hard to lose weight by practicing boxing, Jiang He did not see it.

  I can’t tell when I see it, I can’t talk about my husband with Song Hui, it’s too ruined.

Qin Hao is always busy. Although there is no estrangement between each other, there is very little time to get together to meet, and the two of them did not specifically look for it-Qin Hao is not as idle as the two of them, and spends less time with his family. After a busy day at get off work, I always want to spend more time with my wife and children when I have limited time.

   "Your daughter is pretty, please be my daughter-in-law."

   "Go away, it's your daughter-in-law who is a woman?" Xu Qingyan asked, "Be careful my wife beats you."

   "Your wife is so good?"

   "It's not me who blows, like you, she can crush you to death with one finger."

   "Blow it on you, I am afraid of my wife, and blow her like a martial arts master, do you still want to say that she practices Sanda?" Wang Zijun almost laughed.

  I really didn’t think that Xu Qing would be afraid of his wife, so he would love to hear about it.

  Wang Wang Zijun drove his wheelchair and walked in an S shape to show his feelings. Xu Qing couldn't help but push him to run.

   "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Wang Zijun slapped the wheelchair.

   "As soon as I push hard, you have to go in."

  Xu Qing pushed him 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 guy was stinky and shameless.

   "I'm a dad now, so I can't speak for nothing." Wang Zijun was still waiting for Xu Qing to send him off, so he didn't want to drive in.

   "I'm a father, can I keep my focus?"

  Two young men who are nearly 30 years old, together can always forget that they are not young anymore.

  It is estimated that this is why Wang Zijun likes to find him in a wheelchair.

I am alive and alive again. I woke up in the middle of the night. I can’t help but wonder what would happen if I didn’t have that child. Then I faced reality when I got up and watched the little soft child dispel all thoughts. I was upset. Drive the wheelchair to the street, or find a way to modify it.

  Wang Zijun didn’t know if he was normal. Judging from the people around him, he specified something wrong, but what does it matter?

  Everyone has different ways of decompression. Some people like fishing, some people like figurines, and some people like drinking. He just got a large figure that can be seated.

"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 was his newly added gear. The speed was too fast before, and he had to speed up his pace to keep up. He couldn't keep up with others. Walking together always needs to push.

   "It's okay, anyway, it's not as easy as before. Every time I see them, I can't help thinking about the future."

  "Much better than my wife. At the age of a year and a half, he said that he was uncomfortable, so he began to take cards to read poems and English to him. Now at the age of two and a half, he has booked a kindergarten and is ready to send it to him." Wang Zijun sighed.

  Xu Qing smiled, did not speak, knowing that Wang Zijun should hope that the child should follow his father and be safe and stable...not including promiscuous girlfriends, that is a character problem afterwards.

At the beginning, Wang Zijun could study abroad with his brother. He didn’t want to be too tired. He could say that he had no ambitions, or he could say that he was depraved. Anyway, he stayed in Jiangcheng and went to a good university. Use him. In other words, he can't be an elite, and he doesn't fight for anything.

  Although there is no family business like Wang Zijun, Xu Qing can live comfortably in Jiangcheng relying on her own ability.

  He and Wang Zijun are the same kind of people, they can go crazy, but there is no need.

  As the sea pianist said, life is everyone’s choice, there is no right or wrong. Now that the child is born, there has been a slight change in mentality, and the angle of thinking about things is different from before.

  "You said, what will it look like in another twenty years?" Xu Qing suddenly asked, thinking of the two children.

   "In another twenty years, I don't know if I can add a jet engine to my wheelchair... By the way, I want to install a pedal, so I can move it occasionally." Wang Zijun touched his chin and thought.

  Wheelchair equipped with pedals?

  Xu Qing tilted her head in confusion and looked at Wang Zijun’s luxurious wheelchair.

   "I think you really have that serious illness."

  He sighed.

  The living standard has really improved, and what kind of mentally handicapped gameplay can be studied.

  (End of this chapter)