My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 354 Continued 13

  Parents must have stories.

  Xu Jin is very sure.

Although the appearance looks similar to other people’s homes, it’s a normal family of four who runs a flower shop and is diligent. Usually the couple lie on the sofa and watch movies. They don’t know when they ran out to the balcony to fight, dad. Occasionally annoy your mother...

  But they don’t say anything. .

  Jiang He still squatted on the ground and tinkered with small potted plants. Growing flowers is fun, followed by business. It’s just that Xu Qing, who is next to him, thinks that the positions of her and her daughter should be changed. Xu Jin crouched on the ground playing with potted plants, and Jiang He crouched on the sofa to look better.

  "Are you going to have a parent meeting soon?"

"almost."

   "Let your mother go or let me go?" he asked.

   "Go ahead, my mother fell asleep when listening to the teacher last time." Xu Jinzhen was full of thoughts. If you let Shianxuan, you would definitely like Jiang He to go...

   "Then you can't blame me, I thought it was just..."

After Jiang He scratched her ears, she gave up sophistry with a guilty conscience. She didn't want to go.

  What’s good is to listen to the teacher chanting there.

  My son is disobedient and rolls up his sleeves, my daughter is disobedient and rolls up his sleeves. My husband is disobedient and rolls up his sleeves. There are so many twists and turns.

   Put the cleaned Jiang Miao next to the TV, Jiang He clapped his hands, and then took two steps back to examine the correctness of the pendulum and the father and daughter who were too lazy to talk. Then he took a picture of his cell phone and sent it to Gong Ping, gave her an Amway, and by the way, discussed which flowers have been selling well online recently-Gong Ping, a partner, shared the online business.

  The night is getting darker.

   "She is not uncomfortable, she just needs to be free

  She doesn’t even care about my feelings oh~oh~"

  Xu Shi’an’s singing came from the bathroom. The three people in the living room looked at each other with weird expressions. Xu Jin felt embarrassed for having such a stupid brother, so he took the book and went back to the room.

   "Isn't he stimulated by something?" Jiang He put down his phone and squeezed towards Xu Qing.

   "Calm, the age of Form 2 is exactly when you can't understand it."

  Xu Qing drank her mouth water to moisturize her throat, “Boys, it’s normal to like to sing.”

  Jiang Hejing, when he mentioned it, he remembered, "I remember you used to sing a lot in the old house."

   "No, you don't want to taint people's innocence out of thin air." Xu Qing's expression remained unchanged.

  When Xu Shian changed into pajamas and wiped his hair out, Xu Qing suddenly realized that this kid had grown a lot and his Adam’s apple had come out.

  Unconsciously, the words are no longer milky.

   "Little Bunny, it won't be too late..." Xu Qing couldn't help sighing.

  Xu Shi’an was taken aback for a moment, shouldn’t he be talking about himself? Probably not...

   should be talking about Xu Jin.

  Yes, yes, it must be so. He did not dye his hair green, nor did he pull out the flowers.

Xu Shian, who had figured it out, continued to hum and blow his hair with a hair dryer.

   "Dad, my sister wants to watch a movie with me on weekends."

   "Your sister?" Xu Qing stared at him.

   "My...sister...ah no, Xiaoxiao, it's Xiaoxiao."

  Xu Shian almost fooled Xu Qing as the head teacher.

  The golden supreme cinema membership card was put on the table by Xu Qing, high-end atmosphere and high-end, a special gift from the cinema.

  He leaned forward to take it, and was held down by Xu Qing again. The father and son looked at each other for a moment.

   "The first 15 in the next class, I promise!"

Seeing that Xu Qing still stared at him and didn't move, Xu Shian bit his head and said, "The same goes for Xiaoxiao, I promise."

  The economic power is in the hands of others, and the price has to be paid.

  Xu Qing released contentedly, "Will Xiaojin go together?"

   "If she doesn't go, let her come and ask if she goes..."

  ……

  Sunday.

  Xu Shian has been fixing his hair at home for a long time. Jiang He has gone to the flower shop to open the door. Xu Qing and Xu Jin sat on the sofa and looked at him without saying a word.

  The little kid loves stinky beauty so much, he has to find a way to shave his head... Xu Qing pondered, it seems that high school military training will have such a requirement.

   "Dad, who did my brother learn from with such a cheeky?" When Xu Shian went out, Xu Jin asked.

"Self taught."

  Xu Qing said casually, took out his mobile phone and looked at the reminder text message sent by the theater, "Where do you want to play?"

   "I don't want to go anywhere."

   "Don't be bored at home all the time, go for more walks, relax if you need to relax."

  The two sisters and brothers came out with one stomach, and grew up in the same environment. They have two completely different personalities. Xu Qing estimates that Xu Shian will be the kind of no return at night and Xiaoxiao waves everywhere. Xu Jin squats at home every day...

   "I'm not like Shi'an, no boys go out with me." Xu Jin was about to go back to the room.

   "Is there no or you don't want to?"

   "Dad, what do you think?"

  Xu Jin didn't care. He didn't want to go out because he didn't want to go out. There was nothing interesting outside.

  Xu Qing groaned for a while, clapped her leg and stood up and said, “I’m fine. I am rich and free, and handsome. I can take care of others. Let me take you.”

  "Dad..."

   "Change clothes and go, hurry up."

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  Sunshine is just right on the weekend.

  Pedestrians come and go on the street, and Jiangcheng, which has been developing, shows signs of catching up with Los Angeles. The business of the flower shop has not fallen, and the popularity of the weekend is good.

   Sending a bunch of gypsophila to the visitors, Jiang He stretched his waist and looked at the smiles on their faces, and he couldn't help but get better.

  I really like to see how they meet in love. Every flower is a blessing.

  Negative emotions can be conveyed, and positive emotions are also infectious...In this small shop, she has long forgotten that her hands used to hold a sword.

  Go back to the counter to grab a thermos and drink some water. Someone came in at the door. Jiang He was about to get up and saw Xu Wenbin.

   "Dad."

"Your mother bought some clothes for the two of them. I sent them to no one. I guess there is no one here. Why is it only you?" Xu Wenbin carried two bags aside and looked around. They didn't see Xu Qing and the others. shadow.

   "They are out shopping." Jiang He shook his phone and just received a WeChat photo from Xu Qingfa.

The middle-aged Xu Qing is not greasy, so he doesn't bother to dress up, casual wear casually put on him, looks like an uncle next door, dress up a little, Xi Wu maintains a figure that makes him look like 30 years old .

  The father and daughter dressed very seriously today, black clothes and sunglasses, like a mold carved out of-of course, they look like her, just about temperament.

   "Why buy clothes again, they still have a lot of clothes, they can't finish them, and they wear school uniforms to school."

   "Your mother just can't stay idle... I have said it several times, and I will talk about her well next time." Xu Wenbin patted the bag and felt that he had bought too much.

Both Jiang He and Xu Qing don’t like Zhou Suzhi’s buying too many clothes. Outdated taste is the second place. Old ladies always like to go shopping on the street and just want to buy them when they see the right ones. In many cases, the quality varies. Once the color of the pants I bought fell off, the black on the knees of the brothers and sisters shocked both them and Xu Jin.

  The old man’s heart is not good enough to refuse...they can only make them wear them when they are on vacation.

  Xu Wenbin delivered the clothes, but did not see his grandchildren, and did not plan to leave more.

   "How is business today?"

  He casually said, turning his head to look at the flower shop. In his opinion, Jiang He Flower Shop is much more reliable than those things Xu Qing made.

  "Fortunately, there are a lot of people on weekends, but there will be more people in the afternoon."

   "Let him help you more and you will run away." Xu Wenbin rebuked Xu Qing for not understanding Jiang He but ran out to play.

   "Well, I usually come over."

   Jiang He responded with a smile. From the bottom of my heart, it would be better for Xu Qing to take the children to play. The three people came to make trouble. On the other hand, there is enough time to spend time together at night. During the daytime, she occasionally spends a rest in the flower shop. Usually, she enjoys the fun of growing flowers and making floristry here. Xu Qing enjoys the fun of being alone and collects in the evening. Class, this is all a tacit private space for each, and I never need to say more.

  The flower shop was not very busy in the morning. There were sparse pedestrians outside. Xu Wenbin walked to the door of the shop and turned around again. Seeing Jiang He's increasingly mature face, there seemed to be a time between ancient and modern times.

  "Here...Is it all right?" He asked awkwardly.

   "Huh?" Jiang He was startled, holding the cup in his hand and smiling: "It's okay."

   "How about... then?"

Xu Wenbin stood at the door, behind the street sunlight, reflecting his old but still tall figure, falling in Jiang He's eyes, and gradually overlapping with the vague memory-if the big master shaved his beard and put it on Qingshan, probably also looks like this.

   Jiang He squinted his eyes and remained silent for a long time, his eyes falling into the clear boiled water in the cup.

"huge difference."

  Kaiyuan, that era of abundance in the history books, is more than enough to compare with the same records in the history books.

  Xu Wenbin nodded, without words, turned around and went out.

  (End of this chapter)