When the first snow fell, it was almost 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 Chinese New Year since he had been working for several years. Before, he volunteered to stay on duty—this time he was given a few more days.
When everyone was busy, Jiang He was particularly idle. Wearing a hat, Gong Ping, who was also idle, went to and from various flower markets to see how others made flowers in winter.
After hearing about Jiang He's plan to sell flowers, Gong Ping thought about participating in it—although Jiang He said that it was only a rough idea now, and she might sell succulents on the side of the road on three wheels, but she didn't believe it, she thought Jiang He has everything ready and is just waiting to give birth to the child.
Opening a flower shop after giving birth and selling flowers is a perfect plan, how could it be an idea.
"I like Manzhu Shahua, the red ones are so beautiful!" Gong Ping dragged Jiang He and chattered, sharing her love.
"Oh, Lycoris."
"What Lycoris, it's too rustic. The name is Manzhushahua, foreign style."
Jiang He was noncommittal, calling it whatever she wanted. She didn't raise it, and the roots of that thing were poisonous, and she was afraid that the silly winter melon would be over if she had nothing to eat.
Thin snowflakes fell on the hat, the two walked out of Huahua Street, Gong Ping tugged at Jiang He's sleeve.
"Does that man in the wheelchair in the shit-yellow suit look like your husband?"
"Not like."
Jiang He took a look, then pulled Gong Ping to another direction.
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"This thing is really exciting."
Seeing that Xu Qing was used to Wang Zijun sitting in a wheelchair, she couldn't help but experience it herself, and unexpectedly discovered that it was really fun.
It is indeed better than driving, and you don't have to pay attention to the road conditions all the time, and you don't have to cheer up and half-squint your eyes to think about where to go.
"If you go to your mother-in-law's house and sit in a wheelchair, what expression will they have?" Xu Qing had a sudden thought.
"Be beaten to death by my wife first, she will definitely say that I am ashamed... ah ah..."
Wang Zijun pretended to learn it, shrugged and said: "A group of mortals, who know what a fart - let's play together, and return it to me when you have enough fun."
"Sit for a while, sit for a while."
Xu Qing was reluctant to let go, and ran wildly on the street in his wheelchair, the more he played, the more fun he got.
After retirement, a few people will go racing in wheelchairs...
Isn't it better than blogging
"Where's your mother-in-law? The rats have taken their daughter-in-law to their house for the New Year. Your daughter-in-law is pregnant and won't go back?"
"I said you have dementia? My daughter-in-law was still worried about her identity before."
"Oh, I remembered..."
Wang Zijun patted his head, his memory...
One of them was in a wheelchair, the other followed, wandering the streets.
A wheelchair can squeeze one more person, but it is too low for two men to sit together, and it is impossible to do this kind of thing now, if it was a few years ago when they were not married, it would be the same.
Although a man is a teenager until his death, his actual age must also be considered.
"It's nice not to have a mother-in-law."
"Let your wife hear it?" Xu Qing glanced at him.
"Certainly not, who is stupid."
"Then don't say it, what's the use."
It is snowing lightly and walking on the road in a wheelchair, which is inexplicably different.
Xu Qing almost had the urge to get one for himself... Bah, get one for Jiang He, he would try it out once in a while.
The two of them had nothing to do, wandered around, and entered the flower market after a stroll, and Xu Qing returned the wheelchair at the intersection, so that the waste Wang Zijun returned to the throne, and he was no longer a waste.
"Enough sitting? Is it fun?"
"It's fun. My daughter-in-law seems to be out shopping too. I'm afraid she will see her, or I'll sit down for a while." Xu Qing pushed Wang Zijun in from behind.
"It's not enough to plant so many flowers in your family, do you still want to see them?"
"Let's go shopping and see how other people's houses do business. By the way, do you want to bring a flower back to your wife, Surprise! Life is better."
"Show or show." Wang Zijun was convinced, he had already arrived at the flower market, why didn't he think of bringing a bouquet of flowers back to his wife
Although married for a few years, the freshness has faded, and the passion has been smoothed by the son, but occasionally I buy a flower and go back to see that silly woman laughing, and it looks pretty good.
After all, he was allowed to use a wheelchair when he was free.
While boasting about Xu Qing's wit, Wang Zijun drove the wheelchair to the flower shop.
"By the way, what's the point of sending flowers?"
"She can buy whatever flowers she likes."
"I don't seem to like it very much."
"What color does she like?" Xu Qing asked.
"...White? Yellow? She paints, and I usually like it." Wang Zijun scratched his head.
Xu Qing thought for a while, "Is there any color you don't like?"
"How would I know."
"Okay, give me a rose, save trouble, and don't guess randomly." Xu Qing didn't bother to dawdle with him, knowing that if he asked again, he wouldn't be able to ask anything.
"Will it be too vulgar?" Wang Zijun hesitated.
"Then Lily."
"It's better to be a rose, the white one is not as good as the red one." Xu Qing wanted to push his wheelchair into the ditch with all his might.
"Boss! How much is this big bunch?" Wang Zijun picked the most gorgeous big bunch at the stall.
Xu Qing pushed him away, and said sorry to the boss, causing Wang Zijun to slap the wheelchair and keep trying to stand up.
"You didn't come to confess your love, why did you buy so much?!"
"if not?"
"One bouquet, a small surprise, one bouquet is enough, you take such a luxurious bouquet for no reason, you are not afraid to scare your wife, you have to think about what schemes you have all night."
Xu Qing really regretted suggesting him to buy flowers, why didn't he want to do something better, let it go if the money wasn't worth the money, and the surprise turned into a shock.
"What conspiracy..."
Wang Zijun muttered dissatisfiedly, but he couldn't refute it after thinking about it. Indeed, if Song Hui suddenly gave him a flower, he should be pleasantly surprised.
If he suddenly sent such a big handful, he would suspect that this prodigal woman would be interested in some kind of bag again, and if the shoes did not fall off the ground, he would not be able to sleep well all night.
"Feeling a little too pitiful?"
After buying a bouquet of roses and sticking them on the armrest of the wheelchair, Wang Zijun felt shabby again.
"No, there's nothing wrong with sending flowers. There's something wrong with your mind."
Xu Qing pushed his wheelchair forward, and suddenly asked, "Can you still do the magic trick I taught you?"
"Ah... I forgot."
"Can you forget this?"
"I don't need it, I just give a bunch of it to my girlfriend, whoever takes one to play magic tricks."
"I ride a horse..."
Xu Qing almost cried, this bastard really didn't need those bells and whistles before.
"Teach you again, just hold the flower like this, put your hands like this, can't you see it?"
He took the roses on the armrest and taught the magic trick of turning flowers out of thin air again.
As soon as I turned my hand, the flower suddenly came out of my hand.
"This is good! This is good!"
Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair excitedly.
"Have you learned it? You can play like this..." Xu Qing demonstrates reaching out to Wang Zijun's ear, as if taking flowers out of his ear.
Then with one hand behind his back, he handed the rose to Wang Zijun with the other.
"Again, I haven't seen clearly yet." Wang Zijun said.
"Looking good..."
The wheelchair stopped by the side of the road, Xu Qing shook the fine snow on her body, showed her empty hands to Wang Zijun, then scooped her hands around his ear, and a rose came out, and handed it to Wang Zijun for him to practice by himself.
"Clah la la la..."
When Wang Zijun took the flowers, there was applause, and the two looked at the passers-by in a daze.
Where are your clapping hands
And what is that woman taking pictures with her mobile phone