Chapter 309

When the first snow fell, it was near the end of the year.

Qin Hao took his daughter-in-law to his mother-in-law's side. This was the first time he had taken a holiday during the new year since he went to work for several years. Before, he volunteered to stay on duty - this time, he was given a few more days.

When everyone is busy, Jiang He is very idle. Wearing a hat, he travels with Gong Ping, who is also idle, to see how other people make flowers in winter.

After hearing about Jiang He's plan to sell flowers, Gong Ping wants to join in. Although Jiang He says that it's just a general idea now, and she may have to pedal three rounds to sell more meat on the roadside, she doesn't believe it. She thinks that Jiang He has everything ready and is waiting for the baby to be born.

It's a perfect plan to open a flower shop and sell flowers after having a baby. How could it be an idea.

"I like manjushahua, the red one is very beautiful!" Gong Ping pulls Jiang He to share her love.

"Oh, Lycoris."

"What Lycoris radiata? It's too rustic. It's called manzhushahua. It's foreign."

Jiang He is noncommittal. She doesn't raise anything. It's poisonous. She's afraid that the silly wax gourd will be finished if she has nothing to chew.

Thin snowflakes fall on their hats. They go out of the flower street. Gong Ping pulls Jiang He's sleeve.

"Does that guy in a wheelchair in yellow shit look like your husband?"

"It's not like that."

Jiang He takes a look and pulls Gong Ping to another direction.

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"This thing is really exciting."

Xu Qing is used to Wang Zijun's wheelchair. She can't help but experience it herself. The unexpected discovery is really fun.

It's really better than driving. You don't have to pay attention to the road conditions all the time, and you don't have to keep your spirits up. You half squint and suddenly want to go.

"If you go to your mother-in-law's house in a wheelchair, what will they look like?" Xu Qing had a whim.

"I'll be killed by my wife first. She'll say that she's dead..."

Wang Zijun pretended to learn for a while, shrugged: "a group of mortals, know a fart - open up, play enough to return to me."

"Sit a little longer, sit a little longer."

Xu Qing was reluctant to let go and ran in his wheelchair on the street. The more he played, the more fun he had.

After retirement, several people drove wheelchairs to drag racing

Don't you think it's better than Bo people?

"And your mother-in-law? The mice are taking their daughter-in-law to their daughter-in-law's home for the new year. Will your daughter-in-law go back with a big stomach? "

"I said you had Alzheimer's? My daughter-in-law was worried about her identity before. "

"Oh, I remember."

Wang Zijun patted his head. His memory

One was in a wheelchair, the other was following, and they wandered in the street.

Wheelchair can squeeze one more person, but it's too low for two men to sit together. Now it can't do this kind of thing. It's almost the same if they didn't get married a few years ago.

Although a man is a teenager until he dies, his age must be taken into account.

"It's nice not to have a mother-in-law."

"Let your daughter-in-law hear you?" Xu Qing took a look at him.

"Certainly not, who is stupid."

"Don't say it. It's no use."

Under the light snow, driving a wheelchair on the road, inexplicably do not have a mood.

Xu Qing almost has the impulse to get one for himself... Bah, get one for Jiang He. He has nothing to experience occasionally.

Both of them have nothing to do. They wander around and enter the flower market. At the corner of the street, Xu Qing returns his wheelchair to let Wang Zijun return to the throne, while he breaks away from his status as a waste.

"Enough? Is it fun? "

"It's fun. My daughter-in-law seems to be out shopping too. I'm afraid she'll see her, or I'll sit down for a while." Xu Qing pushes Wang Zijun in behind.

"It's not enough to grow so many flowers in your family. Do you want to see them?"

"Look around and see how other people do business. By the way, do you want to take a flower back to your wife, surprise! Life is better. "

"It's still you." Wang Zijun convinced, he went to the flower market, how did not expect to take a bunch of flowers back to his wife?

Although after several years of marriage, the freshness has gone down and the passion has been smoothed by his son, I occasionally buy a flower to go back and have a look at the silly woman. It's very nice.

After all, he was allowed to use a wheelchair when he was free.

Wang Zijun praises Xu Qing's wit and drives his wheelchair to see the florist.

"By the way, what's the point of sending flowers?"

"She'll buy whatever she likes."

"I don't seem to like it very much."

"What color does she like?" Asked Xu Qing.

"... white? Yellow? She's a good painter, and generally likes it. " Wang Zijun scratched his head.

Xu Qing thought, "is there any color you don't like?"

"I don't know."

"Well, give me a rose. It's easy. Don't guess." Xu Qing is too lazy to dally with him. He knows that he can't ask any more questions.

"Is it too vulgar?" Wang Zijun hesitated.

"Then lily."

"Roses are better than white ones." This product makes Xu Qing want to push his wheelchair into the ditch.

"Boss! How much is this one? " Wang Zijun picked the most gorgeous one in the stall.

Xu Qing pushes him to leave directly, and says sorry to the boss. Wang Zijun slaps his wheelchair and wants to stand up all the time.

"You're not going to say it. Why do you buy so much?"

"What else?"

"A bunch, a little surprise, a bunch is enough. You have no reason to take such a luxury. You are not afraid to frighten your daughter-in-law. You have to figure out what conspiracy you have all night."

Xu Qingzhen regretted suggesting that he buy flowers. He didn't want to do a good job in a business. Even if money was not money, the surprise turned into a shock.

"What conspiracy..."

Wang Zijun is discontented and says that he can't refute it. Indeed, if Song Hui suddenly gives him a flower, he should be surprised.

If he suddenly gave such a big hand, he would suspect that the black sheep would like some bags again. If the shoes didn't fall to the ground, he thought that he couldn't sleep well all night.

"It's a little pathetic?"

When he bought a bunch of roses and put them on the armrest of the wheelchair, Wang Zijun felt shabby again.

"No, there's nothing wrong with a flower. There's something wrong with your mind."

Xu Qing pushed his wheelchair forward, and suddenly said, "can the magic I taught you?"

"Ah... I forgot."

"Can you forget that?"

"I can't use it. If I make a girlfriend, I'll give you a handful. Who will take one to play magic in the past?"

"I step on the horse..."

Xu Qing almost cried. This dog really didn't need those fancy things before.

"I'll teach you one more time. If you just hold the flowers like this and put your hands like this, can't you see it?"

He took the roses from the armrest and taught them how to make flowers out of thin air.

As soon as I turn my hand over, the flower suddenly comes out of my hand.

"This is good! This is good! "

Wang Zijun claps the wheelchair excitedly.

"Have you learned? You can play like this... "Xu Qing demonstrated that he put his hand to Wang Zijun's ear, as if taking flowers out of his ear.

Then, with one hand behind him, he handed the rose to Prince Jun.

"Again, I haven't seen it clearly." Wang Zijun said.

"Watch it..."

The wheelchair stops at the side of the road. Xu Qing shakes the snow on his body and shows Wang Zijun his empty hands. Then he picks up a rose in his ear and hands it to Wang Zijun for him to practice.

"Hualalala..."

When Wang Zijun took over the flowers, the applause rang out, and the two people looked at several pedestrians.

What about your hairy palms?

And what's that woman doing with her cell phone?