Chapter 330

In principle, the middle-aged crisis is quite worrying. It's no longer 20 years old. There's not enough energy to use. It's not as good as the young people to adapt to the emerging industries of society. The most important thing is that with the family and children's constraints, we have to consider much more than when we are barefoot.

Xu Qing's midlife crisis is different.

This product has no sense of being a vagrant. It wanders around every day, holding a tablet and not knowing what to look at, as if it were a vacation for itself.

If it wasn't for the film review number to support him, Jiang He would even suspect that this product would be ready to give in to her and work together to make the florist bigger and stronger.

After more than ten years of continuous creation, once he was liberated, he even turned red.

"If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools."

Xu Qing holding the thermos cup is very calm, sipping, continue to pull on the flat.

"You're going to make a big deal?" Wang Zijun looked at his face carefully, trying to see what useful information.

"No big deal. By the way, can I borrow your wheelchair for two days?"

Wang Zijun?? Why do you suddenly want to play with my wheelchair? " He even felt that Xu Qing came out to borrow his wheelchair.

Xu Qing raised her legs demonstratively and explained, "I mainly feel that feet off the ground are good for my thinking, like this."

“……”

People are hurrying to and fro. They can always play outside in the sun and blow the wind. They play with their notebooks. They go to school. I am too busy to go home alone and go to the store and have trouble coming and going, so it's better to be outside. If a wheelchair goes along, it will be more suitable.

Wang Zijun, puzzled for a moment, leaves the wheelchair suspiciously and gives the throne to Xu Qing. Seeing Xu Qing sitting up with a thermos cup, he feels that the goods are more suitable for the wheelchair.

Thinking about Xu Qing, he couldn't help but say, "if we don't do that... Video thing, we won't do it. Don't think about it."

Xu Qing is too lazy to pay attention to him. He looks around in his wheelchair. Now Wang Zijun is not as obsessed with wheelchairs as he was two years ago. He only sits around when he is bored, but the transformation of wheelchairs never stops.

Even add automatic navigation, car CD, earphone and built-in speaker, if the function is fully on

After thinking about that scene, Xu Qing's mind is filled with a race named kill Matt many years ago, whistling through the streets on a motorcycle with a subwoofer in the back seat.

"Renaissance." Xu Qing patted the armrest of the wheelchair.

Wang Zijun asked, "what's the revival?"

Xu Qing pointed to his hair and said, "you should dye your hair red."

"Bang."

Xu Qing, who borrowed the wheelchair, drove it for a long time in Jiangcheng. When she appeared outside Jianghe store, Gong Ping and Jianghe were stunned.

"Is he... There's something wrong here?" Gong Ping hesitates..

"Men always have strange ideas."

Jiang He calm way, this guy even eat excrement, play wheelchair is no surprise.

"What are you going to do?" She sees Xu Qing drive wheelchair to come over, just make a voice to ask a way.

"I'll pick up the wax gourd and take it for a ride."

Xu Qing took the wax gourd in her arms and put it on her leg, ready to drive out.

"Isn't it good to drive?"

"You have to find parking spaces and get a ticket on the side of the road. What's good about that?"

It seems reasonable

Gongping can't spit out her stomach.

Normally speaking, shouldn't it be driving over to pick up Jiang He for a ride?

Why is Mao driving a wheelchair to pick up wax gourd?

Seeing the figure of Xu Qing leaving in a wheelchair, Gong Ping takes back her eyes and looks at Jiang He.

"Don't look, learn quickly, the nine flowers should be placed like this, otherwise they will appear scattered..." Jiang He urged.

The appearance of not taking things seriously makes Gong ping an eye opener. This is a fairy couple.

Jiang He's fingers are very dexterous. Maybe it's because she is familiar with her hands. A few prickly flowers and wrapping paper are playing around in her hands. Tie a tie, and you will become high-end immediately.

Delicate flower holding appeared in Jiang He's hand. Looking at her serious and focused expression, a wisp of hair hung on her ear, and Gong Ping was in a trance.

"If I were a man, I would fall in love with you."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang He was a little sad and couldn't laugh. "Have you learned yet?"

"Oh, really. I'm clever and good-looking. I can't do it. I'm going to bend."

Gong Ping put down the wrapping paper and sat down on the chair. She wanted to touch the wax gourd, but she remembered that the wax gourd was carried away by the goods in a wheelchair.

"Will he be hit and have some problems?"

"I think too much."

Jiang He continues to arrange the bouquet. Xu Qing must have some conspiracy. Maybe he is thinking about having a big holiday. When he goes out to play, he has to prepare some videos in advance.

"Look, he has nothing to do now. Can't you open a florist to support him?"

"Why not?" Jiang He asked with a smile, stopped to think about it, and continued: "in fact, he has never been idle. He can just have a rest. It looks like nothing's wrong. In fact, I've been keeping a tablet in my hand to remember things. "

At the beginning, when she was most embarrassed, Xu Qing held out her hand. Now

Jiang He looked at the delicate bouquet in his hand.

Who can tell that she is actually an illiterate old lady who knows nothing?

"And even if there's nothing to do, what if I raise him."

"Let Xu Qing know it's time to be moved."

"No, he would say," let me die. "

……

It's the most comfortable time to drive a wheelchair - especially in this warm spring afternoon.

Walking slowly on the road is different from paying attention to the road conditions when driving. There are traffic lights and traffic jams within a few steps. It is highly targeted to where to go or where to stop.

Sitting in a wheelchair is just like walking. You can walk aimlessly in the street, watch the familiar scenery on the roadside, stop under the tree, take a tablet to read the news, pass by the milk tea shop and have a drink. You can stop as you go.

You can also feel the noise of the street, the alienation of being in the bustling but watching coldly, especially when you are in a wheelchair.

He didn't joke with Wang Zijun. It's more conducive to thinking than sitting quietly on a park bench

People need to think about it often. Every day is changing and they will experience a lot of things, like the waves. After a period of time, they will reflect and sum up, so that they can have a good precipitation, and then they can have a better performance when they encounter similar experiences.

Tranquility is the key to success. This tranquility refers to the tranquility of the mind, the ability to grasp oneself and then other things.

Holding the cat, Xu Qing can easily feel the tranquility, which is more comfortable than blowing the air conditioner at home, even a little sleepy.

Sleeping can not, afraid of wax gourd silly jump out to play lost road, he holds wax gourd press wheelchair, Dudu drive to the next milk tea shop, asked for two cups of Kumquat lemon, think about it and add a cup.

The younger sister of the milk tea shop sympathizes with this handsome man in a wheelchair, and the couple next to him also timely expresses that they should be his first and take care of the disabled. Although Xu Qing refuses several times, they still insist on it.

Taking into account the impact of standing up, Xu Qing thinks about it again and again and accepts their kindness with a little shame. As long as there is one wheelchair brother like Prince Jun, it will be OK.

Hung the bag of three cups of kumquat and lemon beside the wheelchair, Xu Qing drove back to the florist, only to find that Jiang He was alone and the old woman was gone.

"There's enough flower bags for her today. There's nothing for her to learn."

"I bought too much." Xu Qing thinks it's a pity to waste.

"I'll have two then!"

Jiang He is biting the straw of one cup and wants another.

In the past, plastic straws became paper straws, and later they became plastic ones - because they were really anti-human. When they were used with paper straws, a plastic stamp was sent to poke the film open and then insert the straws.

It's amazing. If it wasn't for Xu Qing's personal experience, he would probably be regarded as a Soviet joke.

"Why are you driving this?" Jiang he gently kicked the wheelchair.

"Don't kick, what if it's broken." Dissatisfied, Xu Qing drove out in a wheelchair and went to the flower shop to bask in the sun.

"It's good for brain operation. People think more when their feet are off the ground, which is proved by scientific research. Do you think it's easier to think a lot when you go to bed at night? It's because your feet are off the ground. "

He talks nonsense seriously. Jiang He looks at him and doesn't speak.

If I could have been fooled by this product before, it's impossible now.

"I am destiny." Xu Qing took a sip of kumquat and lemon and sighed comfortably.

There's milk tea, there's cat, there's wife, there's wheelchair, all alive.

Jiang he leaned on the door of the shop with his arms in his arms, smelling the words and saying, "God fart."

"Well, we've been busy taking care of our two children or working with your florist for a few years. We've had a lot of leisure and want to take you to play."

"What about them?"

"It's OK to bring them to my dad for a few days."

Xu Qing lowered his head and rowed the tablet, hoping to take Jiang He to a concert. He has never been to the scene, so it's a pity not to experience it.

Open the website to have a look, the aspiring street singer held a concert, but he couldn't get the ticket, which is very outrageous.

"Xu... Qing?"

A voice of hesitation, as if not sure.

"Well?"

Xu Qing turned his head, not from Zheng Zheng, immediately smile, "almost did not recognize."

"I'm not sure." Zhu Tingting looks at Xu Qing's wheelchair with complicated eyes. She doesn't expect that he looks like this now.

"This is Jiang He, this is Zhu Tingting, an old classmate." Meet an old classmate, Xu Qing to hold a straw to drink milk tea Jiang he introduced.

"Hello."

Jiang He said hello with a smile, then tilted his head, as if thinking about something. His eyes floated past Xu Qing.

"Hello."

"This is my daughter-in-law." Xu Qing pointed to Jiang He and said with a smile.

Zhu Tingting was stunned for a moment and looked at Jiang He carefully.

"Back to Jiangcheng?"

"No, I came to Jiangcheng on business."

"Oh, it's good. I can come back and have a look."

Two people casually said a few words. After Jiang He finished his kumquat and lemon, the straw in the empty cup squeaked. They threw away the empty cup and came to take another cup hung on Xu Qing's wheelchair. Then they hesitated to give it to the woman. Be polite.

"Your florist?"

"Well, I don't like to work. I can only make a living by doing business." Xu Qing, holding wax gourd in her wheelchair, turned to help Jiang He poke the straw open. "If you need to... Give you a 20% discount."

Jiang He saw the guests, put the cup on his hand to Xu Qing, let him take it, and turned to sell flowers.

"You're all married."

"The children are going to primary school, and the sister and brother fight every day."

“……”

"You're not married, are you?"

"What is it, what is it?" Zhu Tingting rolled her eyelids, put up her palm, and showed the ring on her finger.

"Congratulations."

Xu Qing looked back. It seemed that Jiang He, a miser, never wanted to wear her gold ring. He had known to get her a stainless steel ring to wear.

"What do you want?" Jiang He returned to the store and asked, looking at the two people outside. Seeing Xu Qing looking back, she looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Lily."

"Twenty eight."

Pick a bunch of lilies and pass them out. Jiang He looks out of the store again. Xu Qing is touching the wax gourd and doesn't like to talk. On the contrary, the woman is shaking her bag in her hand and doesn't mean to go.

After paying to send someone away, she comes out and takes back her own kumquat and lemon from Xu Qing's arms.

"Your legs..." Zhu Tingting finally couldn't help but ask, once that cheerful boy, but only in his thirties, had been sitting in a wheelchair at the door of the florist to bask in the sun, looking very lonely.

"Beaten by me." Jiang He let go of the straw and let out his voice.

“……”

“……”

"Well, I have to pick up the kids from school." Xu Qing handed out the wax gourd and took her little finger to hook the back of Jiang He's hand to squeeze her eyes.

Driving in a wheelchair, reversing and steering are extremely skillful - they are all designed by Wang Zijun, and the operation is simple and smooth.

Gululu

The wheelchair was walking on the concrete slab of the sidewalk, making a slight sound.