"Ah... What's the comparison? Song Hui is about to go to elementary school... Everyone has their own destiny. You can't rush it. If you don't look forward to it, you will get married in a hurry. You will have to divorce later. You see, I have a

My friend is one year younger than me and has been divorced twice."

I don’t know if this will always happen as I get older. My thoughts change every day. Last week I was anxious about marrying myself off, but today I said I’m not worried anymore.

"How can you raise your children so peacefully and open a small shop, without seeming to be in a hurry or panic about anything? I think Song Hui is going through menopause because of her children." Gong Ping was very puzzled about Jiang He's life.

How is the status maintained?

It’s a feeling that I can’t describe. Anyway, from the time we met until now, she has always been that unhurried and unhurried look. She used to fish, go shopping, and skateboard, and now she raises flowers, plays with cats, and takes care of children. It has never changed, nothing.

I've seen her worry.

The better the city develops, the faster the pace of life becomes. Now it is no better than a few years ago. A few years ago, takeaways cost around ten yuan, and breakfast only cost three or four yuan to make you feel full. Now we can never go back to the past.

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"What's there to panic about?" Jiang He asked back.

"Don't you have anything to worry about?"

"It used to be there, but then it disappeared. I suspect that Xu Qing was involved in pyramid schemes in the past."

Jiang He was playing with the flower branches. When he saw someone stopping outside the door, he stopped talking and went to the door to say hello and ask if there was anything he needed.

The other party just looked casually, nodded politely, and left after looking for a while.

Seeing the person leaving, Jiang He turned back and continued the conversation: "If you have any troubles, just ask him and he will make things fun for you.

"...You have found a treasure."

Gong Ping touched the soft fur of the winter melon and smiled. There seemed to be something wrong with what she said. With a woman like Jiang He, she always felt that Xu Qing had found a treasure.

…

Xu Qing was being nagged by Zhou Suzhi.

"I heard from Shi'an that you two know how to fight. You should pay attention. You are such adults. Don't let the children see everything. They are not young anymore. They have learned some things..."

"??!"

"Mom, don't think too much. We were... we were... really taking action." Xu Qing couldn't help but interrupt. Hearing this tone, the misunderstanding was so great that he wanted to take the two children home.

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"Really do it?"

"If you really do it, you will live to the death."

"Nonsense, anyway, you should pay attention to me and lead them both to see if I don't break your legs and let you and that king... prince ride in a wheelchair together."

Zhou Suzhi couldn't pronounce Wang Zijun's name at the moment, and only remembered the nickname. She was young and sitting in a wheelchair, so she was naturally used as a negative example.

"The boss is not young anymore, and the father is not serious enough to let the child see... Where is Jiang He? Jiang He come over and let me talk about her!" Zhou Suzhi was still muttering in a low voice, the two children are so young, these two idiots are

Don't do human affairs.

"Don't, don't, mom, we are really fighting with swords."

Xu Qing dug his ears. If Jiang He came over and was read through, no matter whether he was angry or embarrassed, he would have to discuss things again when he went back.

Xu Wenbin was wearing glasses and reading a little book with Xu Jin. Shi An was sitting on the floor playing with his own little tweets. Zhou Suzhi glared at Xu Qing, ended the conversation, and went over to stop the unlucky child from playing around.

"Be careful he pees all over you."

Xu Qingdao.

"What's wrong with my grandson peeing all over me?"

"……nothing."

Good guy, the old lady is obsessed with it. Her son picked it up, and her grandchildren are hers.

…

Gong Ping came out of the flower shop with a bouquet of purple roses, spinning it between her fingers.

After crossing the road and walking leisurely on the street, she looked up at the sky, which was blue and covered with misty white clouds.

Alone, relaxed and happy.

I strolled around a few corners and returned to the community where I lived. At the gate, Uncle Zhao was smoking a cigarette. His gray hair on the temples showed that he should have retired, but he was still sitting here making money for cigarettes. To say it was tiring.

He won't be tired, he has already got used to it. For him, sitting here is probably not working, but a part of his life.

In him, Gong Ping saw the shadow of Jiang He...or rather the shadow of Xu Qing. Jiang He was influenced by Xu Qing, and Xu Qing got along well with him.

I still remember the way Xu Qing sat at the gate and puffed away smoke with the old man.

Gong Ping walked to the door. She had lived here for several years and she and Uncle Zhao were already familiar with each other. They nodded to each other and said hello.

She slowed down and took a closer look at Uncle Zhao. The old man's face was full of relaxation and comfort, as if nothing could affect him. Sitting at this door would be his paradise, without the attendance attire of the new community.

There is no compulsory greeting or hello, but he has always done his duty, and he has rarely seen anyone arriving late or leaving early. He will also ask clearly when he meets a stranger who comes alone.

"Being able to live a stable life for decades without ups and downs, with a happy family, healthy parents, and harmonious children is beyond the reach of most people. What else do you want to think about?"

This is what Uncle Zhao told Xu Qing while pointing to the building in the community behind him. Xu Qing told Jiang He, and now, she heard it from Jiang He.

Gong Ping looked at the unit building in the distance, and then at the old man who was leaning back on a chair enjoying a cigarette. She tilted her head and turned the rose in a half circle on her fingertips.

"Uncle, I'll give you a flower."

"Um?"

Uncle Zhao puffed out smoke from his nostrils and raised his head in surprise.

Gong Ping smiled and turned around.

The pretty figure walked away and tiptoed slightly with her hands behind her back, looking like she was dancing.

It's good to be healthy and healthy now. Half of the happiness is enough. Why think so much?
Chapter completed!