Jiang He, who hadn't touched the sword for a long time, may have taught his children, which touched his childhood memories and made him feel itchy.

Take out the sword brought by Kaiyuan from under the bed, open the cloth wrapped around the sword, hold the hilt and pull it out, the sword body is rusty due to the moisture, and the scabbard is squeezed with a crisp sound by Jiang He, and it has decayed.

Xu Jin and his brother watched secretly, but did not come over. Their parents forbidden from touching the weapons at home, otherwise their butts would bloom.

I have basically never bought the whetstone on the terrace. Xu Qing only likes to practice swords and listens to the sound of squirting, but he doesn't like swords.

Swish!

Jiang He moved his pony stool and sat on the terrace, sprinkled some water on the sword, and carefully rubbed it over the whetstone.

The sound of sharpening the sword sounded, and with the dark night outside, Xu Qing stood at the window and took a look, and inexplicably remembered the scene when Jiang Asheng dug out the jagged sword in the sword rain.

Jiang He's silhouette is so relaxed and freehand, it's on a whim...

Maybe he had completely let go.

Xu Qing withdrew his gaze. It has been nearly ten years since the sword was polished by Jiang He, and it should have been broken.

If he was kidnapped, Jiang He might tie the child to his back with a cloth strip, and then go to save him alone with a sword...

On the terrace, Jiang He came to his eyes with a sword, looked at whether the sword body was bent, then pulled a sword flower, stood there for a moment, and practiced the sword technique she taught Xu Qing.

Compared with Xu Qing, her sword moves are more sharp. Although the sword is very broken and does not reflect any light, the sound of the wind breaking through the air can still make people feel tight all over.

Xu Qing lay on the windowsill, supported his chin with his hands and watched quietly.

Jiang He closed his momentum, pinched the tip of the sword with his two fingers, and exerted a little force. The old sword body made a light sound and curved a small curve.

"It spans more than 1,200 years."

She sighed lightly, and then the sword body collapsed into three sections.

Looking back and confronting Xu Qing's gaze.

"Like a dream."

"How could you have such a real dream?" Xu Qing smiled at her.

"Just just taught them to practice martial arts, I suddenly felt it was very real." Jiang He bent down and picked up the piece that fell on the ground, "throw it into the Lanjiang River another day so that people would not be discovered."

"You're too cautious, don't you leave a souvenir?"

"There is nothing to keep, I almost forgot it." Jiang He tapped with a broken sword and looked up at the night sky, "It's almost ten years."

If she hadn't come here, she should have been a gangster and still earning her life in the prosperous Kaiyuan era. Perhaps she could not withstand the Anshi Rebellion and was swept by the world, and she would have died.

Xu Qing followed her eyes and said, "You can't go back."

"I don't want to go back yet. I have a husband and children, and my life is at its peak."

Jiang He threw the broken sword into the corner, packed up the whetstone, and stood on the terrace and stretched. "It's still possible to practice swords to loosen the muscles and bones, so the yoga effect is not very good."

"Practice swords for the child to show?" Xu Qing glanced at the two human cubs lying at the door.

"It's time to know about it. It's hard to tell them when they grow up." Jiang He laughed and stood by the windowsill, "Just now they believe... husband?"

"You should call me Young Master."

"Take some face."

Jiang He despised him, went into the house to wash his hands, tied his hair up, and considered whether to take a shower and practice yoga.

Xu Qing left the windowsill and his eyes retracted as Jiang He entered the bathroom.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang He is still so beautiful, and he... seems to be good.

I thought it would be the development of the landlord couple in Kung Fu, but now it seems that Jiang He will not become a fat woman holding a cigarette.

After taking a shower, Jiang He changed his mood, hummed a song and cleaned up the house everywhere, let the two children go to bed, and moved his arms around Xu Qing.

From time to time, he aimed at his computer, and his eyes were filled with wisdom.

Xu Qing didn't know what the female hero had conspiracy, and something seemed wrong today.

This person doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and is still a little excited here...what are you thinking?

"Do you have something to do? Just say something."

When Jiang He sat on the chair, staring at him on the back, he finally couldn't help it.

"Can't you do this video?"

Jiang He glanced at him worriedly, then lowered his head.

"It should be...I'm still judging the situation."

Xu Qing sighed, is this the midlife crisis?

The old man's words come true, and he is like a crow's mouth.

"Don't worry, I can't be hungry for you and the children." He comforted Jiang He's head.

"No..." Jiang He waved Xu Qing's hand away, stood up from the chair, walked a few steps in the room, turned back, looked at him with his eyes, and moved closer to him with his hands to fold his head.

"If you can't do it, don't do it. I'll open a flower shop to support you."

She followed Xu Qing's hair with her hands, "From now on, you will be a stupid man who washes laundry and sweeps the floor and holds the child...hahaha..."

Jiang He couldn't help laughing out loud, and his eyebrows were dancing.

After several years of operation, her flower shop was on track and she could finally say this with confidence.

Xu Qing took away her hand expressionlessly, and it turned out that this old lady was thinking about this.

"Give up, it's impossible."

"I'll support you."

“…”

"You can also help me manage the flower shop, I will pay you a salary." Jiang He was very proud of his waist, "Just... um um um um um."

Xu Qing covered her mouth, and was pulled away by Jiang He again.

"You are dreaming." Xu Qing didn't want to hit her.

"Really, if you can't do it, you won't do it. I will raise you. Now I sell flowers... Well... you can go and send flowers. When we open an online order, you will take the flowers everywhere."

"I'm afraid that I'll be loved by others when I give it too much. After all, most of the people who order flowers are men, and the targets they give are women."

“…”

Jiang He felt a little nervous, and he really had to be careful.

"Then I will raise you, and you will be at home with peace of mind... Oh yes, you can also write film reviews, and when will this be banned..." Jiang He raised his head and looked forward.

"You hope me to make it!"

Xu Qing lost his temper and was so angry that he was waiting for him to have a soft meal every day, but the bandits couldn't change their temperament.

...

The next day.

The rain had stopped, and Jiang He went to the flower shop to open the door in the morning as usual.

The nights are long and the day is short, and the sky is still dark. The winter melon jumps out of Jiang He's arms, goes into the store for a walk, and finally jumps onto a chair and lies down.

Soon, a figure in the distance went from far to near, and when he saw Jiang He placing a flower pot outward, he couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning, I didn't see you open the door two days ago."

Jiang He looked back and his eyes paused.

"I... that..." He suddenly spoke a little unsightly.

"Well..." Jiang He thought for a while and asked, "Listen to my friend, do you want to chase me?"

The young man in front of him suddenly turned red and his eyes dodged everywhere. After a moment, he mustered up the courage and said, "Yes...yes! Actually...I..."

Jiang He looked interesting.

Xu Qing never seemed to blush.

"But I'm already the mother of two children."

"Actually...every time I run...ah?"

The young man's hand shook, as if he was struck by lightning.

"If you are nearby at noon, you can see my husband and children coming to deliver food to me."
Chapter completed!