Xu Qing kept mumbling and felt a little unhappy when she got home.

Jiang He was unpacking a package with his sword. When he saw him coming back, he turned around and looked around, but Renren didn't ask him about his wheelchair.

Maybe it's a strange hobby of modern people. They have lived here for so long, so they can't make a fuss about it.

"What is this?" Xu Qing asked when he saw the big package on the ground. The package was square, more than one meter long, and quite big.

"Trolley."

"Trolley?"

Xu Qing's tone was so surprised that Jiang He couldn't help but raise his head, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

It's just a small cart, but it's like seeing Transformers.

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

After all, a stroller is much cheaper than a wheelchair or something.

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

"All right.."

Xu Qing found that he was thinking too much.

He 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 things with wheels at home.

"I want to write a ghost story, do you have any good suggestions?" After Jiang He opened it, he handed it all to Xu Qing. He held his waist and slowly sat in front of the computer like the empress dowager, with an elegant gait and planned to

Continue doing what you were doing before unpacking the package yourself.

"My advice is just don't write."

"Why?"

"Because you're probably going to scare yourself."

"Am I so cowardly?" Jiang He was very angry. How could she be scared?

Xu Qing still remembered that when she first came here, she was so frightened by the horror movie that she went to take a shower with her sword in hand.

Recently, this woman would hold his arm very close to her when sleeping at night. He was always worried about rolling over in the middle of the night and bumping into her belly. He tried twice to no avail, until that day he saw some of her recommendation pages, which were all about ghost stories about women.

Xia is a little addicted to reading horror stories.

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

Xu Qing shrugged, it was just a suggestion. He was idle and did whatever he wanted. Now Jiang He also has this trend. After all, he occasionally feels bored and sometimes needs to change his mind.

"No matter what, I will write."

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

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

"I just write stories."

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

"That's amazing."

After hanging out on the Internet for a long time, Jiang He also learned how to open a vest. One of them was doing research, and the other was making up stories. After making up two hundred words, he couldn't finish it. After racking his brains for a while, he turned his head and saw Xu Qing leisurely watching TV series.

, very angry.

"Why are you so idle?"

"?"

Xu Qing was confused.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, and the house hasn't been cleaned yet, and you're still sitting here!"

"..."

The mood of the big-bellied woman is very similar to that of Optimus Prime. She can change at any time. The transformation process only takes a few seconds. Xu Qing put on his old clothes in surrender, picked up the broom, and started cleaning up the cobwebs in the corners.

Clean it up or something.

Watching Xu Qing work, Jiang He felt much more at ease and inspired.

"The top of his broom suddenly turned into hair. When he looked again, he realized that he was holding a human head with a stick stuck on it. It turned out that he had been sweeping the floor with the human head..."

Xu Qing leaned behind her and read for a while, then looked at the broom in his hand, his heart racing, "Your protagonist is not named Xu Qing, right?"

"How could that be possible? That would be too scary."

"That's right... I think it would be good to write something fresh and refreshing, about the stupid daily lives of ancient people in modern times, such as making heads and other weird things."

"Is the work done?"

"..."

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

He planned to put on his vest and argue with Jiang He later. There were no ghosts in the world.

…

In the next few days, as the Chinese New Year was approaching, Wang Zijun, who had a lot of free time, drove his wheelchair to Xu Qing several times. After Jiang He finally couldn't help it anymore.

"If you stay with him often, you won't be infected like him, right?"

Xu Qing just bought a bouquet of flowers and put them in the vase to look around. He was amused by Jiang He's worry, "How could it be possible? He just did it just for fun. I have never heard of it being contagious."

"But I saw you sitting in his chair."

"..."

"Ahem." Xu Qing coughed twice in embarrassment, "I was just curious to experience it once. He was depressed. Getting a new toy will make him feel better. I have nothing wrong with him."

"Depression?"

"Well, it's a mental illness. It's quite complicated, but he cured it with a wheelchair. Now he is happily running around like a fool every day."

Jiang He frowned, checked Baidu for depression, and looked at the introduction on the web page thoughtfully.

"I heard that there is postpartum depression? Do you want me to get one too?"

"...You just need to give me a good beating and you'll be happy. There's no need for that thing."

Xu Qing said helplessly, seeing her humming a song and taking care of the flowers, and only thinking about riding a tricycle, it would be a joke to be depressed.

"It seems that it is easier for scholars. At that time, poor scholars were depressed and depressed. They were miserable every day. They were born at the wrong time. God was unfair. I have never heard of people who wield swords and swords throwing their sleeves over their faces and sighing.

, be good, take good care of your baby, and don’t think too much.”

"Oh..." Jiang He moved the mouse, "Can a rich man be depressed even if he is so rich?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you have money or not. It should have something to do with it."

"Yeah?"

"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. Without a good way to preserve the value, it is equivalent to losing money every day, which makes us more prone to anxiety." Xu Qing said casually, "

Money is the thing that affects people the most."

"Fortunately we are poor."

"...I feel sad when you say that."

"What's there to be sad about?"

"I have a car, a house, and a wife who is pregnant with twins. I'm really not poor, but I'm just not rich enough."

"Well……"

Jiang He thought about it and realized that it was indeed true that he was poor when he first came here. He didn’t even have a pair of decent shoes, and his stomach was growling in front of Xu Qing. He hadn’t washed his hair for several days and was soaked by the rain. His hair was soaked in strands.

A wisp of it can be as miserable as it is.

"We are also a wealthy family and we eat meat every day." She nodded with satisfaction. Just now she just felt a little poor compared to the wealthy family, but in fact we are quite rich.

This thing cannot be compared. If so, who can compare with the emperor?...Only Shen Wansan and He Shen could compare, and then they were cut down.

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

"I still can't understand why I have to sit in a wheelchair." Jiang He thinks people are really interesting. He has never seen the emperor depressed before... Oh, maybe she doesn't know him. Maybe she doesn't know which emperor is secretly depressed.

For example, the person who asked you how sad you can be, if you are so sad, maybe you are depressed.

"We can compare wealth to sea water. The more you drink, the thirstier you become. The same is true for reputation-"

Xu Qing pulled out a book from the cabinet. During the decoration, he also built a built-in cabinet in the living room. There were many gaps on the wall. Just put books in it and it would become a bookshelf. Make a sword stand and it would become a weapons display cabinet. Now move all the books

When you come out, there is only a desk in the study, and a bed next to it, which is the bedroom. Two bedrooms have been converted into three bedrooms.

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

"Um?"

"The pretense is just right, I can't say such things."

"Girls, don't be so rude." Xu Qing was surprised that Jiang He could learn to say fake.
To be continued...