"Is this rude?"

"It sounds weird coming from your mouth."

"I think you are biased against me." Jiang He turned around, sat on the chair and leaned against the computer desk, and said to Xu Qing.

Xu Qing was stunned, "What kind of prejudice?"

"Well...it's just prejudice." Jiang He couldn't say anything for a moment. He raised his head and thought for a while, then said: "Look, if Pingping or Xiaohui said this word, would you think she is rude?"

"..."

Seeing her look, Xu Qing couldn't help but think carefully, what if Gong Ping said he was faking...

It's really not enough of a word to be rude.

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

"Because you are my wife, so..." Xu Qing said hard, and at the same time thought that if she married a modern wife, she would say that she was pretending, and it would not matter.

He was lost in thought.

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

"...There seems to be other reasons." Xu Qing was still thinking.

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

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

"You are the smartest."

Xu Qing is still thinking about this because she is from ancient times?

No, it's because I'm used to it.

"It's not prejudice, it's just that we have lived together for a long time and have already become accustomed to some things. Some of your changes are worthy of celebration, while some of them are unaccustomed to you." Xu Qing said.

Jiang He paused for a moment and wrinkled his nose.

"I guess your sophistry is justified."

After this interruption, Xu Qing stuffed the book in his hand back and planned to take out "Film Art" to read. Jiang He looked down at his stomach and thought about it, and said: "What kind of Tang poetry are Xiaohui's children learning? It's not a nine-year obligation."

Education?”

"Ah? His family...is only two months old, right? Can he learn how to do it?"

Wang Zijun rarely mentioned his son since he could crawl. Xu Qing didn't know if he could speak fluently at the age of two.

"I just read it to him, and there are cards and so on..." Jiang He gestured.

Seeing Jiang He's expression, Xu Qing frowned, "Did you listen to what she said?"

"It's about raising children."

"Don't be influenced by her. How should we raise ourselves? Those who are depressed are thinking too much. You want to teach your children to be geniuses before they grow up. The problem..."

Xu Qing knew that Wang Zijun was depressed because of Mao. He knew the atmosphere of his home without even thinking about it. No wonder the game was not fun...

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

The pregnancy seemed to be a bit of a miscalculation, as it was not the time for her five or six-year-old child to run all over the mountains and mow the grass.

"His family has the throne, but ours doesn't. Just leave it to me. Don't listen to them. We are different." Xu Qing was a little worried. The silly heroine would be broken if she was led astray. Maybe she would really look at her then.

When a child reads poems at the age of three, he becomes anxious and ends up dead.

"Oh, I think so too."

Jiang He was relieved when he heard Xu Qing's words. They both thought the same thing. If Xu Qing was like that, she would be finished. She wouldn't even know how to recite a few poems, and she would teach him the devil.

"As long as I'm about the same as you and a little better than me, that's enough, right?" She felt that top geniuses were not something that her semi-literate mother could produce.

"Well... that's about it. You should learn this thing. Children and grandchildren have their own destiny. From now on, if they have the ability, they can go to the big cities and live a good life. If they don't have the ability, they can inherit my shabby house and live a stable life."

"It's better to be safe."

Jiang He deeply believed that it would be good for someone like Xu Qing to be content with the status quo.

The rich guy already uses a wheelchair all the time, so he doesn't want to follow their example.

…

Gong Ping did not go home during the Chinese New Year, avoiding the gossip of her family's three aunts and six women, and introduced her to a blind date by arranging marriage lines. She spent the Chinese New Year alone in Jiangcheng, planning to go back after the fifteenth day.

I was alone in another place, and surprisingly I didn't feel any nostalgia. I just relaxed, spent most of the day shopping in the market, bought a trunk of snacks, and some red couplets, and made some good things at home to spend a quiet year.

Year after year, the pressure to get married every year became more fierce than the previous year. She even suspected that she would become an unmarried person because of her resistance. When she realized this idea, Gong Ping was shocked and quickly adjusted her mentality.

Sitting on the balcony chair with a glass of lemonade and basking in the sun all afternoon, she suddenly remembered the two figures basking in the sun at the gate.

I kind of understand Xu Qing's comfort in sitting and basking in the sun at the doorman's place.

After thinking about it, Gong Ping put down her cup, put on her coat and went downstairs. She went to the convenience store counter and picked out a box of red cigarettes. The red panda painted on it was very festive. After paying the money, she opened it when she got home.

Realized I didn't have a lighter.

So stupid...

She scratched her hair and didn't want to make another trip. After thinking for a while, she ran to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove, and finally lit the cigarette.

I sat back on the balcony holding the cup again, and the sun shone warmly on my body, adding a bit of warmth to the cold winter.

Gong Ping held a cigarette between her fingers and leaned back on the chair to wait for a moment. She suddenly felt like a middle-aged person who had gone through vicissitudes of life.

"It's so comfortable..."

Breathing a pleasant sigh, Gong Ping put the cigarette to her lips, then coughed violently. After a while, she finally regained her breath. She looked at the little boy looking at her from the balcony next door and gave him an annoyed look.

I don’t know if this kid learned it from Xu Qing. Hehehehahahehehehehehehehehehehepractice on the balcony when he has nothing to do. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the skills to fight two King of Glory?

She threw the cigarette she had taken a puff into the dustpan and stamped it out, then turned on her phone to watch short videos.

"Warming! A middle-aged man confessed his love to his paralyzed boyfriend on the roadside, and he performed magic tricks like a boy and a girl!"

"Pfft, cough, cough, cough..."

The lemonade she just took a sip spurted out, and Gong Ping coughed even more fiercely than before.

The fat guy next door looked at her with a little more sympathy.
Chapter completed!