After leaving home in the afternoon, Xu Qing took the two children by bus.
He is almost three years old and doesn't need to be hugged all the time, but he still likes to have one left hand and one right hand, enjoying the feeling of being hugged from left to right.
The two children are similar in appearance, but they can already distinguish between men and women... In order to make them aware of their gender, Jiang He gave Xu Jin long hair, and Xu Shi'an cut his hair short like his father.
At the flower shop, Jiang He saw Xu Qing getting off the bus with the two babies in his arms and walking towards the shop through the glass, with that look and air.
"Looking at him doesn't make you feel tired." Song Hui also saw Xu Qing who was hugging left and right, and couldn't help but sigh, people are more angry than people.
Wang Zijun is in a wheelchair every day, and he is holding two twenty-pound babies, his face is not red and he is not panting.
"Where's the prince?" Xu Qing came to the store and put the two babies down, and greeted Song Hui. Donggua was lying on the chair, but now she got up and went to the corner, so as not to be noticed by the two little bastards. Dance.
"I'm not off work yet, I've been very busy recently."
Song Hui said casually, she brought the child over to sit with Jiang He, chatting and chatting, and by the way, cultivated her son's aesthetic taste in the flower shop.
Jiang He was bored staying in the store by himself, so the two partners happily came over to chat.
The two siblings didn't notice Winter Melon, they were playing with Wang Zijun's little brother.
"What does your father do?"
"My father is in a wheelchair!" Wang Yihao said proudly, his five-year-old face was full of pride.
No one else's family has it, but his father has it. Kindergarten children are envious.
"Wow."
Xu Shi'an was also very envious. Although he didn't know why he was envious, but seeing Wang Yihao coaxing him, he felt very powerful.
The siblings stood together, only Xu Shi'an was envious, but Xu Jin didn't express it at all, which made Wang Yihao feel unhappy, how could Xu Jin not be envious
Xu Jin was looking at her younger brother's trousers. She was thinking why other boys wore trousers properly, but her younger brother wanted to wear open ones, exposing little Jiujiu.
I really want to have a look, but my mother will kill me. She tried and made Shi'an cry.
"Where's your father?" Wang Yihao didn't express his displeasure in his heart, he was very steady, seemingly casual, but his eyes were full of pride.
"Hmm... beat zombies." Xu Shi'an got excited when he mentioned this. Xu Qing beat all the monsters to death, and none of them dared to come to his house to eat children. .
Xu Shi'an's words made Wang Yihao's eyes widen a little, and he turned his head to look at the adults talking on the other side, with the corners of his mouth curled up in disdain, "There are no zombies in our world."
He doesn't even know how to brag, and he doesn't plan to talk to his siblings anymore.
"No?" Xu Shi'an looked at his sister.
"Why do you think they are gone?" Xu Jin raised his head and asked Wang Yihao.
"..."
Wang Yihao looked at Shi'an, then at Xu Jin, and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.
Song Hui didn't stay long in the store, and went out to drive her car to call out to her son. Wang Yihao came out reluctantly, and looked at Xu Qing in awe before leaving.
Xu Qing was a little puzzled, and looked at the siblings, who were already holding the loveless wax gourd and talking.
These two children are just learning how to speak from adults, and they don't like to talk to the two of them, but prefer to catch the winter melon and nag on the winter melon.
"I'm going back to cook, and I'll bring it to you later."
Jiang He gave instructions, took the siblings and left, and handed over the store to Xu Qing to look after, the winter melon was liberated, and jumped on Xu Qing's lap for comfort.
This was something that had been expected a long time ago. Jiang He opened a store, and he was also half the owner, so he had to work hard for this store... Who told them that they were a couple, and they were not separated from each other.
Xu Qing sighed, stood up holding the wax gourd, and leaned against the door to see if anyone wanted to buy flowers.
The little girl in the milk tea shop next door is wearing overalls, with a pretty face, and looks very fulfilled when she is busy inside. It seems that Jiang He also wanted to work in a milk tea shop, but she gave up because she didn’t have an ID card at the time, otherwise she might be a Milk tea girl.
Milk tea girl noticed his gaze and glanced sideways.
Bah, scumbag, looks like a dog, has two children and still peeps at her.
"welcome."
When someone came to the door, Xu Qing put the winter melon aside and greeted the visitor.
"Buy roses for girlfriend?"
"Take it this way, look, when you send it out, there is a little trick to play... Do you see it clearly?"
Seeing the young man, Xu Qing was still apprehensive, so he enthusiastically taught the young man magic tricks, which made the young man want to accept his head and bowed.
"Thank you, uncle!" The young man was very satisfied after paying with a thumbs up.
Uncle... Uncle
Xu Qing's smile froze on his face, thinking about it, it seemed right, time really is not forgiving.
"If you meet me next time, I will teach you a new skill."
Waving his hand in a disinterested manner, Xu Qing turned his eyes, and the little girl from the milk tea shop next door seemed to be staring at him.
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Xu Qing turned back to the store.
Bah, he really is a scumbag, with such a proficient routine, he even taught others...
The milk tea girl looked away disdainfully.
Make a cup of hot tea, put it in hand to steam, sit in the flower shop, Xu Qing opens the foldable tablet, and do something while looking at the shop.
The new generation of foldable screens, when it was 0202, I thought it would be mature and applied in two years, and it was transferred from the hands to the computer tablet. The fact is that it has been available in a few years, and now it is gradually moving from high-end to mid-range. The price Be a little more friendly to the people, buy one to experience it.
It's flashy, and it's not used much more than the ipad. It's just that Xu Wenbin, Jiang He, and the others used to be old-fashioned. They can't keep up with the times. If they don't step up their studies, he will become the old-fashioned old-fashioned thing he used to say. That's terrible.
"Do you sell four-leaf clover here?"
A girl carrying a schoolbag stood at the door and looked around, asking timidly.
"Clover?"
Xu Qing froze for a moment, was about to shake her head, and then paused for a moment, Jiang He always likes to raise some weird things for her to see, all the flowers on the terrace at home are moved here, not to mention Nine Dead Resurrection Grass, even dogs All the tail flowers are planted in the corner.
"Wait a minute, I'll look for it."
He got up and rummaged in the corner, at the same time dialed Jiang He's cell phone and asked her if she had such a thing.
"Trifolium? I just planted one. It's hard to find. There are no seeds, so we can only wait for it to mutate. Many of the ones sold online are pretending to be crossgrass..."
"Is there still impersonation?"
Xu Qing actually saw it from the corner, and it didn't look like anything special.
"...It symbolizes luck, keeping it can bring good luck..." Jiang He said.
"Then do you sell this?"
Xu Qing didn't listen to her continuing to show off, looked at the little girl who was waiting for him eagerly, and asked Jiang He if he was willing to sell this thing.
This is what she raised to see, not a purchase, maybe she didn't even think about selling it at the beginning... just forget it if she doesn't sell it.
"Sell? Someone wants to buy?" Jiang He realized why Xu Qing called.
"Yes, people are waiting."
"Uh...uh...how could anyone buy something like this?"
"If you didn't buy it, how would you know that there are many fake ones on the Internet?"
"..."
Jiang He wished he could slap him with a shovel, and he would argue every day.
"If anyone wants it, give it to them. I will go out with Pingping to look for it another day."
Jiang He thought for a while and replied, although it is a symbol of luck, if someone can come to the store to ask, it is probably fate, and it doesn't matter if they change hands.
She believed in fate more and more.
After Xu Qing got the answer, she hung up the phone and looked at the small plastic flowerpot in her hand. She scratched her head and wanted to call to ask how much it was.
"How much?" asked the little girl.
"Well... five yuan, even the flowers and this small pot, otherwise you can't get it."
"thanks!"
The girl looked very surprised, took off her schoolbag and fumbled inside to pay.
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"Dad, can you fight zombies?"
When Wang Yihao returned home and finished his homework, Wang Zijun came home from get off work, tore off his tie and dropped his bag, and sat down on the sofa. Hearing his son's mysterious question, he turned his head.
"It used to be, but not now."
"why?"
Wang Yihao was a little excited. He felt that he had discovered the secret of this world. It turned out that there really are zombies, and there are people who can fight them, so no one has seen them.
"Because I have you."
Wang Zijun pinched his nose, remembering that the zombie he was beating with the Shuguanghuiwing back then screamed, no matter how hard he chased him, he couldn't catch up with him.
"Because of me?"
Wang Yihao was in a daze.
"What are you father and son muttering about? Have you practiced Xiaohao's calligraphy yet?"
"Practice, practice!"
"Papa will play a game with you later, while she draws." Wang Zijun said quietly.
Wang Yihao was shocked when he heard the words, then clenched his fists excitedly, and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay!"
"I muttered after eating."
Song Hui took off her apron and urged the two of them to wash their hands and eat. On the table was a nutritious meal that she specially matched.
If you don’t talk while eating, you can focus more on your meal, chew slowly, and eat better. This is the rule Song Hui set when Wang Yihao learned to speak. Speak again and finish your meal in silence.
"Jianghe Flower Shop is doing very well. I want to open one after seeing it. Let Xiaohao know more about those flowers."
When clearing the table after eating, Song Hui said casually.
"You can do it, don't you also participate in it? Just earn some pocket money."
Wang Zijun felt unrealistic about her idea, "If someone can drive it, it will be fine, but if you want to drive it, it will be over."
"Why is it over when I drive?" Song Hui was unconvinced.
"You're not that stuff."
"I found out that you can figure it out or what? When they opened it, you said it would definitely be done. I was just an idea and you concluded that I was not that material. Opening a flower shop, what's the problem? I also care about those flowers." Will fiddling with…”
Song Hui babbled, Wang Zijun didn't even bother to listen, and turned around to tinker with his wheelchair.
"If you want to open it, you can open it. Anyway, you have saved so much money, so let's say yes first, and don't look for me if your money is ruined."
"You are my husband, if I don't look for you, who will I look for?!" Song Hui was so angry that her baby was almost five years old, and she still kept her finances so tight.
"I said that you are not that kind of material, and you have wasted the money. What will my son eat? If you want to open a cram school to teach people to draw, I will definitely support it. Don't think about anything else."
Wang Zijun is handsome, no matter what, she can't let this woman waste money anyway, she always thinks of doing business so easily, and puts all her attention on her son every day, opening a shop... the small garden prepared for her son is almost the same.
"You trust your buddy more than I do. If he cares about you borrowing some money to do business, I'll run over to give you the money..."
"certainly."
"You're quite upright!" Song Hui was so angry that she wanted to throw her chopsticks, looked at the door of her son's room, and handled it gently.
"I give it to him to make money, and I give it to you to lose money. Even if you are my wife, the money doesn't come from the wind."
"That's why you trust him?"
"That's not true." Wang Zijun laughed and talked nonsense. He and Xu Qing have known each other for more than ten years, and it seems that they have known each other longer than this wife.
"Only one thing, people have never complained. Note that they have never complained about anything. They always have problems to solve. If there is no solution, they will find a way. What about you?" Wang Zijun sat in a wheelchair and was tooting in the living room Going around, fortunately, the living room is big enough for him to enjoy himself at home.
"Complaining is a sign of incompetence. It's useless and a waste of time. If he was in your position, he must be secretly thinking about how to make me willing to pay. Isn't it more useful than you?"
"Do you want to quarrel?"
"Woman..."
Wang Zijun shook his head, as soon as he said this, there was nothing to talk about, it was better than before, as long as the matter is settled with money, some women are only worthy of him to solve it with money, and now they are married.
"I'm beeping, I..." Song Hui couldn't help kicking his wheelchair, which made Wang Zijun feel bad.
After this guy sat in a wheelchair, he couldn't even turn a corner when he spoke, so he just made people angry.
"Don't kick my baby wheelchair."
"If you move the baby to me, I won't kick it."
"Think beautifully."
Bang!
"Okay baby, baby don't kick my wheelchair."
Wang Zijun succumbed, and had to go out to play on weekends, and it took too much time to touch up the paint.
"The way you solve the problem is to use a wheelchair?" Song Hui sneered.
"At least it's a way, otherwise I really don't know what's the point."
"Is it so hard to marry me?"
"Didn't we talk about it a long time ago? It's not about marrying you. It's about getting married... This is a mental illness. It's not your fault, nor my fault... Well, it's a little bit my fault." Wang Zijun said.
"I made it myself." Song Hui looked out the window and calmed down.
It didn't seem to be a big deal, I had already imagined what would happen when I got married, at least the child was not aborted, having a child was enough.
"Would you like to drive with me?" Wang Zijun was silent for a while, and extended an invitation to her.
"If my wife can really understand my hobbies, I think I will love her very much."
"If my husband could not use a wheelchair, I would love him very much." Song Hui said indifferently.
"That's right, I'll get off the wheelchair and you sit on it."
"..."
Song Hui stared at him for a while, looked at Wang Zijun's no longer young face, and finally sighed.
"I made it myself... how about you play games."
"I don't like playing games anymore." Wang Zijun shook his head silently.
Song Hui's gaze stayed on Wang Zijun's wheelchair, and the doctor's words came to mind.
"The reasons for psychological problems are very complicated. For example, hobbies are not understood by others, and there will be subconscious alienation, and people who feel that they are not in the same world as you. , In fact, there are only a few ways for adults to release stress. It’s okay to relax occasionally. You keep talking about him, which is essentially a kind of negation of him... "
"Sometimes, it's just a small knot, but if it stays there, it will cause problems and make people more and more paranoid."
"Get up, let me try." Song Hui looked away, turned back after a while, and said suddenly.