My Wife Came From A Thousand Years Ago Chapter 124: Sir,

Chapter 124: Sir,

A man and a woman.

Dating, living together.

Sharing als and a ho, but not a room.

Xu Wenbin almost believed it.

"When did you two have an argunt?"

"We didn’t argue."

"Hmph."

Seeing Xu Qing refuse to admit it, Xu Wenbin didn’t press the matter. Still, a subtle feeling stirred within him.

To argue and yet calmly act as though nothing happened—sharing als with them and hosting the elderly couple so amicably—it was… impressive.

It seed serious.

Xu Qing had no idea what scenarios Xu Wenbin was imagining, but he could tell sothing was off about him.

"You two… are really like this?"

After a mont of silence, Xu Wenbin asked.

"What do you an 'like this'? What’s wrong with it?" Xu Qing retorted.

"Your mom just told that if you two get married, I should transfer this house to you. Then you can keep living here or sell it and buy a new one..." Xu Wenbin’s tone was calm, almost casual, but it made Xu Qing raise an eyebrow.

"Sure! When should we process the transfer?"

"...I vetoed it," Xu Wenbin added the latter part of the sentence, pushing up his glasses and eting Xu Qing’s gaze. "I told her you can talk to about it once you’ve found a stable job."

"I have a job now."

"Making videos for a few days to earn a couple hundred bucks counts as a job?" Xu Wenbin sneered.

At first, he thought the kid was earning quite a lot—making ten or eight of these a day and sitting at ho sipping tea. But after learning more, he realized it wasn’t that simple. Soone had to watch those videos.

Nothing is easy, Xu Wenbin thought. More importantly, it wasn’t stable at all. One video might earn a few hundred bucks, but the next might hardly attract anyone.

"How long can you keep doing this? Do you expect to rely on it to get married? Sure, you’re doing fine now, spending little. But what about the future?"

"The future will take care of itself. What’s happening now doesn’t necessarily dictate what’s next…"

Xu Qing snorted. He already knew what Xu Wenbin was getting at. Mid-sentence, he suddenly stopped, eyeing Xu Wenbin. "How do you know one video can earn a few hundred?"

"I just know."

Xu Wenbin recalled the two accounts Xu Qing had blocked him from and sighed deeply.

"Can’t you learn from Haozi and the others? Stop staying at ho tinkering with impractical things… Or be like Li Gaobo and open a shop. If you want to open one, I’ll help with so initial funding."

"How much?" Xu Qing asked.

"Depends on the shop. Do you want to open one?" Xu Wenbin’s eyes lit up.

As long as he stopped with those frivolous videos and did sothing practical, Xu Wenbin would support him wholeheartedly.

"Nope."

"..."

"What’s taking them so long in there?" Zhou Suzhi, seated outside for quite so ti, had already refilled her tea multiple tis, yet the two inside hadn’t co out.

Jiang He glanced at Xu Qing’s room door. "They’re probably having a talk."

Hearing this, Zhou Suzhi understood. What could the two of them possibly be looking at? There were no antiques or valuables in Xu Qing’s house.

"Those two always clash. They can’t agree on even the simplest things. It’s just a habit now. What do they call that…?"

"Generation gap," Jiang He said.

"Right, generation gap. That’s it." Zhou Suzhi slapped her thigh, ready to continue when Xu Qing’s room door opened.

The father and son erged, Xu Qing looking relaxed while Xu Wenbin furrowed his brow, lost in thought.

Noticing the storeroom door, Xu Wenbin glanced at Jiang He, nodding slightly with a smile.

This girl was indeed good.

"You two should switch places," he said to Xu Qing.

"Huh?" Xu Qing, confused by the sudden remark, didn’t respond in ti.

But Xu Wenbin had already picked up his bag from the couch and called for Zhou Suzhi to leave.

"Won’t you stay a bit longer?" Xu Qing tried to keep them.

"No, you two go on with whatever you’re busy with."

"Co visit us more often. Have als together," Zhou Suzhi added.

"Sure, sure. You two take care on the way."

After seeing the couple off, Xu Qing returned to pour himself a cup of tea and downed it in one go.

"They’re urging us to get married."

"M-married?" Jiang He tensed up instantly.

"Yeah, tied the knot."

"I know what it ans, but... but..."

"But your legal status isn’t resolved yet, so we can’t get a marriage certificate."

Xu Qing’s words allowed Jiang He to relax. She hadn’t saved enough money yet.

"And we don’t have our own house," Xu Qing sighed.

He used to think as long as he lived freely and happily, high housing prices could be ignored. Let soone else take that burden. He could live a laid-back, Buddhist lifestyle.

From twenty years old until sixty, most of those forty years would be spent working. Then there’d only be a decade or two left to enjoy life.

And half of that ti would go to paying off a mortgage.

But…

Xu Qing looked at Jiang He, who was looking back at him.

"I’m wrestling with a thought."

"What thought?" Jiang He asked.

"Whether to kiss your face or your hand next."

When you et soone you truly like, you start to crave stability.

On the way ho.

Zhou Suzhi noticed Xu Wenbin’s odd mood. Ever since they left, he hadn’t said a word, lost in thought.

"What did you and Qingzi talk about?"

"Nothing."

"Then what are you thinking?"

"I’m thinking…" Xu Wenbin gripped the steering wheel, driving slowly down the road. His emotions were mixed, and after so thought, he left the sentence unfinished.

"Tis have changed."

Xu Qing had said so. He had said it while fiddling with that clean, patched-up straw shoe.

"Dad, you’ve got more experience, more life wisdom, but have you ever thought about how your life is unique?"

Xu Wenbin had never considered the question.

"Looking at the past and present, spanning millennia—forget that, let’s just focus on recent tis—yours is undoubtedly unprecedented. Your generation’s era was colossal in scope. You say you’ve eaten more salt than I’ve eaten rice, and that’s true, more than true!

You and Grandpa, your two generations experienced changes in just a few decades that rival two centuries’ worth of transformation. From landlords being abolished, to communal dining with ration tickets, to collectively owned cattle in village barns, and then reform and opening up…"

Xu Qing spoke casually, but his words left Xu Wenbin speechless.

"In just a few decades, you’ve lived through the economic evolution of several centuries. From ration tickets to today’s world…"

"And now, here in the twenty-first century, you—a witness to history—are still clinging to outdated ideas, insisting that…"

"Happiness isn’t only about having enough food, wearing warm clothes, and holding a steady job. Everyone defines happiness differently."

"I get it. What I do is unstable, but I’m young. If I don’t try now, then when? Wait until retirent? When I’m an old man, hobbling with a cane, adapting to a younger generation’s era?"

"Staying at ho doesn’t an not creating value. The existence of these videos is the value."

"Your era was extraordinary, but this era is extraordinary too. They’re fundantally incomparable. Have you ever thought about that?"

Thought about it?

Xu Wenbin remained silent.

"Tis have changed…"

"What?" Zhou Suzhi looked at him.

"I’m thinking… tis have changed."

"They changed long ago."