As the head of a large family, he not only has to take good care of the Twolegs, but also has to keep an eye on the children. Winter Melon is really worried.

Seeing that both of them were there, he went to the terrace to play with peace of mind.

Originally, Xu Qing was coaxing the baby who had not yet been coaxed, but she stopped crying as soon as she got into Jiang He's arms.

"It's better to be a mother."

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

The winter melon that had just laid down on the terrace reluctantly moved to the corner and hid behind the flower pot, with only one tail exposed and waving around.

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

All kinds of flowers are gathered together, and the fragrance of the flowers is filling the air. Standing here and looking into the distance, the sky is clear and clear.

The martial arts training ground originally designed by Xu Qing has been completely reduced to a greenhouse. The awning above is not enough, so a vertical retractable awning was purchased.

The open space for martial arts practice was constantly being encroached upon and shrinking. Xu Qing probably had to wait until she actually opened a flower shop and moved the flowers into the shop before the terrace could regain its appearance as a martial arts practice ground.

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

Jiang He squatted down slightly while holding the child in his arms, showing him the flowers, swinging his legs vigorously and looking very happy.

"Now that I have given birth to a baby, I haven't seen you resume live broadcasts. Are you really not going to broadcast anymore?" Gong Ping asked.

"It's not going to be broadcast anymore. There's no way to broadcast it. I can't just put down the mouse and go back to the bedroom to feed my baby while I'm halfway through the game."

"Too."

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

A young girl who devotes herself wholeheartedly to her family.

"It's good to raise flowers and cultivate your sentiments." She was a little envious again. It seemed that there wasn't much difference between the two of them before. Even if Jiang He got married, it was just a question of whether her boyfriend would use electricity. But now, the gap has widened.

Big.

At least, Gong Ping knew that she couldn't give up what she was doing before and devote herself to a new life like Jiang He. She still had to eat and make money.

Jiang He smelled the flowers, turned around and said with a smile: "I will concentrate on raising children and playing with flowers, and regard these flowers as my lifelong career."

"A big flower grower!" Gong Ping praised.

"There are only so many small households now, and they are far from the flower sellers."

Jiang He stood up with a sigh, took a few steps on the terrace with his child in his arms, looked around, and looked into the distance.

"It can be considered a reliable thing."

She has recently been trying to help people answer questions about growing flowers. She has been studying hard for a year and getting started with practice. She is still a novice at this craft, but when it comes to the issue of terrace flowers, she is already an expert.

At the same time, I am considering making some short videos about planting and maintenance. I will make progress while learning. In the future, I will also do flower arrangements and other things. Step by step, very clear planning, unlike when I started the live broadcast, I was hammering here and there.

Recalling that before, he was acting as a power leveler, moving bricks, and selling snacks while playing games live, Jiang He couldn't help but smile. He has done a lot in the past few years since he came to modern times.

It's not that she is out of touch with society, but she has never kept up. With Xu Qing's help, she has made rapid progress, and also benefited from her attempts with a hammer and a stick.

Between studying and growing flowers, she chose to grow flowers. As for her children's education... let that guy Xu Qing take care of it. Who said he had gone to college?

Gong Ping hugged Rou Rou and shook her gently, then took two steps towards the corner of Dong Gua in a cowardly manner. Dong Gua felt that there was something wrong with this person, so she simply leaned down, jumped to the window sill with all her strength, and got in to find Xu Qing.

Shit shovel officer.

Gong Ping became more and more surprised. She glanced at the window and looked away, "What's the name of the child? It can't be soft or strong."

"My sister's name is Xu Jin." Jiang He looked at Gong Ping holding Rou Rou with a smile on his face, then lowered his head to tease his son, "This is Xu Shi'an."

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

"It's so perfunctory. In comparison, my sister's name is simpler."

"I don't think it's a stroke or anything."

"You don't know about that host?" Jiang He raised his chin, "I promise that everything in the world will be safe."

The name is a bit big.

But considering that he is a son, it doesn't matter if he is older. My sister enjoys the prosperity and glory, and my brother... don't be lazy.

"I hope she will become a doctor or a lawyer in the future." Jiang He came over and touched Rourou's little mouth.

"Where's Zhuangzhuang? Be an official?"

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

The two people chatted and laughed with each other, the giggling of the infant child.

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

Every era has its own characteristics. From the ancient times of prolonging life, extending life, and prolonging life of tortoises, to the modern times of defending the country, Weidong, and founding the country, and later, Zi Tong, Zi Xi, and Zi Yan, people around them often have names that are unexpected.

It feels like you can see the naming idea at a glance.

That's the case with Xu Jin. Shi'an sounded unexpected to Gong Ping at first, but the more he thought about it, the more interesting it became, but he couldn't say anything.

Jiang He smiled slightly and teased the child.

The prosperous world, the peaceful country and the peaceful people, this was the biggest shock to her when she first came here.

As she gradually became familiar with modern life, Jiang He also saw many shadows of the prosperity of this era, but for her, she was lucky enough to be in such an era.

“I don’t know what it will be like twenty years from now.”

"Think so much."

"We'll be there in the blink of an eye."

Xu Qing held the cat and leaned against the window in the living room, looking out at the two people chatting with their children in their arms.

Gong Ping couldn't understand, but Xu Qing, a well-informed person, understood. She knew how to cherish things better than those in their seventies or eighties, because Jiang He had suffered from hunger, seen murder, and had his hands stained with blood.

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

The child seems to never get enough sleep. At this stage, he eats and sleeps, especially after crying, it is easier to fall asleep. The younger brother closed his eyes first and said something. After a while, the elder sister became honest and gathered energy to wait for the night.

Keep fussing.

After Gong Ping left, the two cubs lay in the cradle and slept soundly. Jiang He nuzzled in front of Xu Qing.

"I'm warning you not to disturb my work." Xu Qing is such a gentleman that he doesn't even turn his eyes when he opens the software.

"Are you dying?"

"??"

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

That's too much!

Xu Qing was so anxious that he didn't even enter the bedroom, threw the winter melon out of the window, closed the curtains, and started fighting with her.

…

June passed by in a blink of an eye. Xu Qing, who was already a husband and a father, showed some signs of gaining weight. After he was surprised to find that his weight had changed, he doubled the time of boxing.

People on the terrace of another building not far away sometimes come out to take a look when they are bored. For them, not only can the fragrance of flowers come from there when the wind is in the right direction, but there is also the sound of boxing, which makes them wonder if there is a house next door.

I lived in Feng Yuxiu.

Some more things were added to the house. Jiang He stopped practicing swordsmanship and instead got a blanket. He learned yoga from someone unknown. When he got tired from reading books and taking care of flowers every day, he turned on the TV and practiced slowly for a while.

Xu Qing suspected that she still felt that she was not good enough, so she went to ask somewhere before starting to practice this thing. She was so angry that she had to prove it for several days.

How could someone who practices martial arts not be able to do that?

If it weren't for the fear of rebirth in silence... Xu Qing really had some doubts about this, so he chose a time to have a serious talk with Jiang He.

"If you want to have three or four children, be sure to tell me and don't pierce a hole secretly..."

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

"I mean if anything-"

"No ifs!"

"What if..."

"Do you want to fight?"

"??"

"I see 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 still drives his electric wheelchair around after work, occasionally modifying it and adding parts. The wheelchair is no longer the original wheelchair, but a super luxurious, unevolved and exclusive wheelchair.

In addition to the remote control, the armrest also has a USB port for charging mobile phones, and there is a cloth bag at the back to hold the fishing rod, mobile phone holder and other odds and ends.

He never returned to the road of tinkering with wheelchairs. He even wanted to fix one for the old man. His father was so angry that he almost broke his legs with a stick.

If it hadn't been for the doctor's original certificate, he might have been beaten to death.

"One?" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair in high spirits. This was the meaning of his life. If the main decision-maker in the family was not his brother who had returned from studying abroad, he was determined to find a way to open a custom-made wheelchair factory for people who were confused about life.
To be continued...