"The horsepower is strong, and the Toshiba brushless motor is used. The cushion here is also customized, and it has been completely remodeled."
"I also replaced the BYD battery. It has a large capacity and more than 300 kilometers is not a big deal. I originally wanted to install two. Considering the weight or something, I gave up."
On the streets of the small town, Wang Zijun was sitting in a wheelchair, Xu Qing went around and tried to push two steps.
Hearing Wang Zijun's rambling, he endured it and didn't ask what's going on.
It's already like this, and it's no use asking.
"It's amazing." He nodded to meet Wang Zijun's gaze, and followed Wang Zijun's words to praise. The last time Wang Zijun had such starlight in his eyes was when he was talking about his car with great interest.
Before he was thirty, something happened to his legs. Xu Qing couldn't tell what it was like to see his former good brother sitting in a wheelchair.
Obviously the last time we met was fine.
Last year, he was very high-spirited and showed off his son to everyone. How did he become like this
"This is better than a car. You don't need to look for a parking space!" Wang Zijun patted the handrail, turned his body half a circle, and turned his head to drive away: "Go, no need to push, I still have electricity."
"Okay, I won't push."
Xu Qing nodded, let go of the wheelchair, and watched Wang Zijun fiddle with the direction keys on the armrest. He was silent for a moment, feeling a little sad.
"This blanket, folded to cover the legs, spread out to cover the whole body, look..."
Wang Zijun shook the cloth, motioned Xu Qing to move away a little, and then he didn't know where to press it, the back of the wheelchair tilted down, he half leaned on it, and raised his eyebrows at Xu Qing.
"Find a place with sunshine, I can just lie down like this, and I can sleep."
Xu Qing grinned and nodded cooperatively.
The world is impermanent, and it is not easy to be so optimistic.
"Oh, to enjoy this kind of life ahead of time, life is really lonely like snow." Wang Zijun sighed, returned the backrest to its original position, pressed the button again, walked forward, stopped and said, "Go shopping?"
"Let's go shopping."
"Then come over and push, or I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."
"Ok.."
Xu Qing didn't say much, if it's manual walking, it's okay, but if it's automatic by pressing the switch, the speed is a little faster than normal walking.
"Last time, what you said was meaningless, with a gloomy appearance, isn't it interesting now?"
"Interesting." Wang Zijun smiled.
"Well, there's always something to go through."
The afternoon sun fell on the two of them. Xu Qing slowly pushed Wang Zijun along the street behind him, and his mentality changed a lot unknowingly.
"I had nothing to do before. I walked around here for a long time, and found that everything is so good, and it is much more comfortable than driving before." Wang Zijun pointed to the distance and said: "I just realized, people, the best Slowing down, sitting in a wheelchair, and seeing things differently than sitting in a car."
"There are gains and losses. Would you like something to drink?" Xu Qing asked.
"No need, peeing is inconvenient, I'm afraid someone will steal the wheelchair for me."
"How can anyone be so wicked..."
While talking, when he reached the front steps, Xu Qing stopped and looked around, wanting to see if he could find an enthusiastic guy to lift it up together.
The wheelchair itself is not too heavy, and Wang Zijun has nothing to do when he sits on it.
Then Wang Zijun got off the wheelchair, bent down and lifted the wheelchair to the steps, and then sat back down.
"???"
Xu Qing was stunned.
"Let's go." Wang Zijun urged.
A few pedestrians passing by couldn't help but look sideways, suspecting that their eyes were dazzled just now, and the person in the wheelchair ran down and lifted it
Good guy.
Straight up guys.
Xu Qing looked around subconsciously, and her eyes fell back on Wang Zijun's face.
He suspected that he hadn't woken up.
"It's not... you... what the hell..."
"What a fuss, can you lift me up if I want to sit on it?" Wang Zijun glanced at him.
"..."
Damn!
Xu Qing's mentality collapsed, and she grabbed Wang Zijun's arm and pulled him up.
"What's wrong with your leg?! What's wrong?"
"Oh, don't knock, I'm fine, and I didn't say my leg was broken."
"It's not bad, you can take a few wheelchairs!"
Xu Qing couldn't help but swear, is this guy mentally ill
"Who says you can't use a wheelchair if it's not broken? I spent so much money to modify it myself..."
Wang Zijun ran to the wheelchair, pressed the switch, and Dudu ran forward.
Xu Qing started to chase after him.
"Don't make a fuss! Be careful if you make a fuss again, I'll hit you with a wheelchair!"
"..."
Walking to the traffic light, Xu Qing finally understood what was going on. This toy was the new toy Wang Zijun was looking for.
There is only an empty shell of a wheelchair, and the other motor batteries are all modified by myself.
It can be electric or hand-cranked, with sufficient power and strong horsepower. It can be driven from morning to afternoon, running around, and there is still a lot of electricity left after work.
"Are you sick? Are you sick? I thought you had some kind of terminal illness, and you were running around in a wheelchair." Xu Qing was so angry that his lips trembled. He knew such a dog.
"Almost, if it wasn't for this wheelchair, I would really be terminally ill." Wang Zijun sat on the ground with a blanket covering his legs.
"Go for a stroll by yourself, I'm going back."
"Don't, just go shopping with me, can I let you sit for a while?"
"roll!"
"Seriously, should I get you one, this thing is really exciting to sit on."
"I… "
Xu Qing opened his mouth and waved his hands weakly.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Let's go and have coffee together."
Wang Zijun dragged him to death, and it was enough to go shopping alone in the morning.
When he arrived at Starbucks, Wang Zijun ordered a large cup, held it on the wheelchair, and slowly drove to the table by the window, raised his eyebrows at Xu Qing: "How about bringing your own chair?"
Xu Qing was too lazy to talk to him.
"Would it be a little disrespectful to those who are really that?" After a pause, he gestured.
"What's the disrespect?" Wang Zijun was surprised.
"When you encounter steps, you can move down by yourself." Xu Qing still feels magical.
Who the hell has ever seen a wheelchair driver get down on a step and lift it up by himself
"Aren't I a waste?" Wang Zijun asked.
Xu Qing was speechless... It's fine, she's in a wheelchair, so there's nothing wrong with that.
After drinking afternoon tea together, Wang Zijun showed off his baby in all aspects, including sitting on it to play games, stopping and walking on the side of the road whenever he wanted, it was convenient for everything.
Then he drove the wheelchair to look for the navigation on the phone. It seemed that he planned to drive the wheelchair back like this.
…
go home.
Jiang He was studying flowers on the balcony with his pen and notebook.
Xu Qing scratched his head and sat on the sofa, pondered for a long time, then took out his mobile phone to find Wang Zijun's wife's WeChat.
Wang Zijun helped Song Hui promote the painting, and Xu Qing also helped forward it. He also posted Song Hui's advertisement at the end of the film review. They are not familiar with each other, and they are not strangers.
After hesitating for a moment, he organized the wording and sent it.
"Sister-in-law, did you know that the prince got a wheelchair?"
Song Hui returned quickly, "Did he come to play with you in a wheelchair?"
"Hmm... something seems wrong with him, have you considered seeing a psychiatrist?"
"I've looked for it a long time ago. This is a way for him to relieve stress."
Through communicating with Song Hui, Xu Qing knew that Wang Zijun's wheelchair was not newly acquired, and he had already made arrangements to drive it out a week ago.
In the past two months, this guy was so haggard that he went to see a doctor, and it turned out that he was prone to depression.
Went to check again yesterday, no problem.
To put it simply, on the eve of depression, this guy cured himself in a daze, leaning on a carefully modified wheelchair.
Holding the phone, Xu Qing felt that there was nothing to complain about.
Rich people really know how to play. Compared with depression and wheelchair...it's hard to say which is more serious.
"Which little sister are you chatting with?" Jiang He stood on the terrace and poked his head out of the window.
"I..." Xu Qing tilted her head, as if something was wrong.
"Does it look like that, the little girl who was in love?" Jiang He asked while lying on the window sill.
"Yes, but I advise you not to learn any more."
"Hey, are you startled?"
"I announce that the modern study plan is terminated, and you will be finished if you continue to study nonsense." Xu Qing threw the phone aside, went to pinch Jiang He's face, "You are now a woman who is about to become a mother, not a girl."
Jiang He looked like a bastard looking out of the window.
"What's wrong with that big dog? I saw you pushing him to nowhere."
"He has nothing to do, he's just idle. I almost thought I was the main character, and everyone around me has nothing to do with it." Xu Qing walked around from the living room to the balcony, helping Jiang He with the flowers and plants.
When I saw Wang Zijun driving a wheelchair, I felt mixed feelings.
It turned out that the goods were installed.
"He said he would give me a wheelchair, but I didn't want it... There's something wrong with me. I'm fifty years ahead of my peers, and I gave up my legs early."
"Playing?" Jiang He was surprised.
"Hmm... I really can't think of anything better than a car except that I don't have to look for a parking space." Xu Qing couldn't figure out what kind of magic this thing had that fascinated Wang Zijun so much.
"Modern people are so fun."
Jiang He threw down his conclusions, put the watering can aside, and sat down on the wicker chair with his waist touched.
As time went on, her belly got bigger and bigger, and the twins were bigger than the pregnant women at the same time.
Fortunately, he has a background in martial arts. Apart from some inconvenience in his movements, he is not very tired or has many problems.
If it was her time, it would be no problem to carry a basket to the fields now—but times have changed, and Jiang He feels that she has to pretend to be tired and be like everyone else.
Otherwise, other pregnant women would have pain here and there, and she was jumping up and down holding the sword, which was inappropriate, really inappropriate.
Dinner is over.
Jiang He was enjoying the cool on the terrace, blowing the evening breeze, and began to rub his hands and complain that his shoulders were sore.
"You are rubbing your wrists, not your shoulders. If you want to show your shoulders are sore, you should rub your shoulders to be more convincing."
Xu Qing came out to help her squeeze her shoulders. Although she knew that the little old lady was faking it, she was pregnant.
Just tell her that he knows she is faking it, and she also knows that he knows she is faking it, and then he will pinch it for her.
The night sky is full of stars, the lights in the house are reflected from the windows, and the terrace is a little bright without turning on the lights, but it will be too bright if the lights are turned on.
With the wind blowing in the dark and quiet environment, looking up at the starry sky above, Xu Qing had the feeling of sitting at the head of the village with his grandfather to enjoy the shade when he was a child.
"The speed of light is hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second. What we see during the day is the sun eight minutes ago, right?" Jiang He was pinched by him, hummed a few times comfortably, looked at the distant stars, and said.
"Well, that's right." Xu Qing didn't remember the specific data, anyway, it took a few minutes to be right.
He was a little surprised by Jiang He's memory, he could speak accurately for eight minutes... I'll check later if he said it casually.
"Then if it is a little further away, can you see the sun ten minutes ago?"
"It's much farther away."
"Comparatively speaking, standing on the sun, what you see is the earth ten minutes ago." Jiang He thought while pointing his chin with his finger.
"If you can stand on the sun." Xu Qing said casually.
"Then... if it's super, super far, tens of thousands of times farther, can you see the earth hundreds of years ago?"
"..."
Hearing Jiang He's words, Xu Qing looked up at the night sky, "Theoretically speaking... you should not have such good eyesight, and the earth will not shine, and there are many stars in the middle that will block it."
"Oh."
"If these conditions are met, you have to go to a place tens of thousands of times far away to see the earth in an instant... If you have that ability, you can already travel through the past, the present, and the future in seconds."
"Didn't I already shuttle?"
"... What you said makes sense." Xu Qing shook his head and smiled, then paused and said, "Do you miss home?"
Going to a super super distant place to see the earth a thousand years ago, probably only she can figure it out...
"No."
"I just thought about it."
"Okay... In fact, I suddenly felt that those things were so far away from me, just like in my previous life." Jiang He said softly.
"It's normal, you see, if you start remembering things at the age of six, by the age of eighteen, you have lived with memory for twelve years, and then from the age of eighteen to the present, it is more than four years - there is no such thing as you in modern times. The time is so boring, all kinds of dazzling information, and the Internet, it is too easy to cover your previous twelve years with four years here."
"It's like a dream."
"You can't dream about something you haven't seen, so it's all real."
"Is that so?" Jiang He was a little surprised.
"There is no material, how can you dream? Unless you have seen it but forgotten it." Xu Qing laughed, "Have you learned it again?"
He vaguely remembered that when he had an indescribable dream for the first time in adolescence, he dreamed of a bunch of mosaics...
"Do you Jianghu people carry a wooden sign in your bag? If you want, you can find someone to make one. I have no taboo."
"No, you watch too much TV."
This stupid guy always takes costume TV for reality.
Jiang He looked at the sky, and the breeze was blowing. She wrapped her clothes and lowered her head to touch her stomach.
The wicker chair shook twice, making a slight sound.
This year, at the end of November and autumn, Xu Qing was taking care of the pregnant Jiang He. He returned to the house from the terrace, filled a bucket with hot water, and helped her soak her feet to relax.
In another corner of Jiangcheng, Wang Zijun was pulled by his son's hair, put him on his shoulder, and hummed a nursery rhyme.
On the dark street, Qin Hao rode a small electric donkey. On the way home, his heart was filled with the lights on upstairs.