Logically speaking, the middle-aged crisis is still quite anxious. You are no longer in your twenties, you don’t have inexhaustible energy, and you are not as adaptable to the emerging industries of society as young people. The most important thing is that you have a family and children. Bonding, you have to consider a lot more than when you are barefoot and fearless.
Xu Qing's midlife crisis was different.
This guy doesn't have the consciousness of a vagrant at all. He wanders around every day, holding a tablet and doesn't know what to look at, as if he is giving himself a vacation.
If there is no movie review account to support him, Jiang He would even suspect that this guy is going to succumb to her and start a husband and wife business together to make the flower shop bigger and stronger.
After more than ten years of continuous creation, once he was liberated, he even glowed red.
"If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools."
Xu Qing held the thermos cup calmly, took a sip, and continued to swipe on the tablet.
"You want to make a big deal?" Wang Zijun carefully looked at his face, trying to see any useful information.
"No big deal, by the way, can you lend me this 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 his legs demonstratively, and explained: "The main thing is that my feet are off the ground, which is good for my thinking, like this."
"..."
"Then you can also bask in the sun and blow the wind outside at any time, and play with your laptop. The two cubs go to school. I am too busy at home alone. It is troublesome to go to the store, so it is best to be outside. Xunjing, if there is a wheelchair that can stop and go, it would be perfect."
Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment, left the wheelchair suspiciously, and gave the throne to Xu Qing. Seeing Xu Qing sitting on it with a thermos cup in his hand, he somehow felt that this wheelchair seemed more suitable for him.
Thinking of Xu Qing's matter, he couldn't help but said: "What about us... If you don't do the video thing, you don't do it, don't think about it."
Xu Qing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked around on the wheelchair. Now Wang Zijun is not as obsessed with wheelchairs as he was in the past two years. He only occasionally sits out when he is bored, but the transformation of wheelchairs has never stopped.
Even automatic navigation is added, there is also a car CD, earphones and built-in speakers, if the functions are fully activated...
Thinking about that scene, Xu Qing's mind came up with a race named Shamate many years ago, riding a motorcycle with a subwoofer on the back seat roaring past the streets and alleys.
"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."
"whispering sound."
Xu Qing, who had borrowed a wheelchair, drove it around Jiangcheng for a long time, and when it appeared outside Jiang He's shop, both Gong Ping and Jiang He were taken aback for a moment.
"Is he... something wrong here?" Gong Ping asked hesitantly. .
"Men always have weird ideas."
Jiang He said calmly, this guy even eats shit, so it's not surprising to play with a wheelchair.
"What are you going to do?" She asked Xu Qing when she saw Xu Qing coming in a wheelchair.
"I'll pick up the wax gourd and take it for a ride."
Xu Qing hugged the winter melon and put it on her lap, and was about to drive it out again.
"Is it bad to drive?"
"I still have to find a parking space and get a ticket on the side of the road. What good is there?"
Seems to make sense...
Gong Ping couldn't vomit out.
Normally, shouldn't they be driving here to pick up Jiang He for a drive
Why is Mao driving a wheelchair to pick up winter melons
Seeing the back of Xu Qing leaving in the wheelchair, Gong Ping withdrew her gaze and exchanged a glance with Jiang He.
"Don't look, learn quickly, Jiuduo should be placed like this, otherwise it will look scattered..." Jiang He urged.
Gong Ping's eye-opening appearance of not taking it seriously, this is some kind of fairy couple.
Jiang He's fingers are particularly dexterous, and it may be because of her familiarity. A few prickly flowers plus wrapping paper, fiddled with her hands, tied the ties, and immediately became high-end.
The delicate flower bouquet appeared in Jiang He's hands. Seeing her serious and focused expression, with a strand of hair hanging by her ear, Gong Ping was in a daze.
"If I were a man, I would definitely fall in love with you."
"What are you talking about?" Jiang He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Have you learned it yet?"
"Oh, really, she's ingenious and good-looking. I can't do it anymore. I'm about to bend over."
Gong Ping put down the wrapping paper in her hand, sat down on the chair, wanted to touch the winter melon, but remembered that the winter melon was taken away by that guy in the wheelchair.
"Could he have been hit and had some problems?"
"Thinking too much."
Jiang He continued to arrange the bouquet, Xu Qing must have some conspiracy, maybe he was thinking about taking a big vacation to have fun, and when he went out to play, he had to prepare some videos in advance.
"Seeing that he has nothing to do now, why can't you raise him in a flower shop?"
"Why not?" Jiang He asked with a smile, stopped his movements and thought for a while, and continued: "In fact, he has never been free, so he can just take a rest. It looks like nothing happened, but in fact, he has been holding a tablet in his hand and memorizing things. .”
At the time when she was most embarrassed, Xu Qing stretched 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 doesn't understand anything
"And even if I really have nothing to do, so what if I raise him."
"Let Xu Qing know that he should be moved to death."
"No, he will say let me give up."
…
Driving a wheelchair is the ultimate comfort—especially on a breezy spring afternoon like this.
Slowly, walking on the road is different from the need to pay attention to the road conditions when driving. There are traffic lights and traffic jams within a few steps, and there is a strong goal of where to go or where to park.
Sitting in a wheelchair is just like taking a walk. You can wander aimlessly on the street, look at the familiar scenery on the side of the road, stop under a tree to rest, read the news on a tablet, and have a drink when you pass by a milk tea shop. .
You can also feel the noise on the street, and feel a sense of alienation as if you are in the bustling city, but you are sitting on the sidelines. This feeling is even more obvious when you are sitting in a wheelchair.
He didn't joke with Wang Zijun, it was more conducive to thinking than sitting quietly on a park bench alone...
People need to think about it often. Every day is changing, and every day they will experience many things. Like the waves, there are ups and downs. After a period of time, they will reflect and summarize, so that they can settle down and encounter similar experiences. time to perform better.
Tranquility can go a long way, this tranquility refers to the tranquility of the mind, being able to grasp oneself, and then grasp other things.
Holding the cat, Xu Qing could easily feel the tranquility, which was more comfortable than blowing on the air conditioner at home, and even a little drowsy.
It’s not okay to fall asleep. He was afraid that the winter melon would jump out to play and get lost. He hugged the winter melon and pressed the wheelchair, and Dudu drove to the milk tea shop next to him. He ordered two cups of kumquat and lemon, and after thinking about it, he added another cup.
The little girl in the milk tea shop felt a little sympathetic to this handsome guy in a wheelchair, and the couple next to him also said in due course to be his first and take care of the disabled. Although Xu Qing declined several times, they still insisted.
Considering the impact of standing up, Xu Qing thought twice, and accepted their kindness with a little shame, as long as there is one wheelchair brother like Wang Zijun.
Hanging the bag of three cups of kumquat and lemon next to the wheelchair, Xu Qing drove back to the flower shop, only to find that Jiang He was the only one left, and the old woman was gone.
"Today's flower bag is enough, there is nothing for her to learn."
"I bought too much." Xu Qing felt that it was a pity to waste it.
"Then I'll drink two glasses!"
Jiang He bit the straw of one cup and wanted another cup.
In the past, plastic straws were changed to paper straws, and then they were changed back to plastic—because that thing is really anti-human, and when paired with paper straws, a plastic stamp is also provided, which is used to pierce the film and then insert the straw.
It's amazing. If Xu Qing hadn't experienced it himself, he would probably have regarded it as a Soviet joke.
"Why are you driving this?" Jiang He lightly kicked the wheelchair.
"Don't kick it, what if it breaks the kick." Xu Qing drove the wheelchair out dissatisfied, and went to the flower shop to bask in the sun.
"This is good for the brain. People think more when their feet are off the ground. This is scientifically proven. Think about it, is it easy to think a lot when you sleep at night? It's because your feet are off the ground. "
He was talking nonsense solemnly, Jiang He looked at him and said nothing.
If it was possible to be fooled by this guy before, it is impossible now.
"I am destiny." Xu Qing took a sip of kumquat lemon and sighed comfortably.
There are milk tea, cats, wives, and wheelchairs, all working together.
Jiang He leaned against the door of the store with his arms folded, curled his lips when he heard this, "Oh my god."
"Hey, we've been married for a few years. We've been busy taking care of the two babies, or running your flower shop. After finally getting some free time, I want to take you to play."
"What are they going to do?"
"Give it to my dad and they will be fine for a few days."
Xu Qing lowered his head and swiped the tablet, wanting to take Jiang He to a concert, but he has never been to a live show, so it would be a pity not to experience it.
Open the website to see that the outrageous street singer held a concert and couldn't get tickets, which is outrageous.
"Xu... Qing?"
A hesitant voice, as if unsure.
"Ok?"
Xu Qing turned around, couldn't help being startled, and then smiled, "I almost didn't recognize it."
"I don't dare to admit it." Zhu Tingting looked at the wheelchair under Xu Qing with complicated eyes, she didn't expect him to look like this now.
"This is Jiang He, and this is Zhu Tingting, an old classmate." Meeting an old classmate, Xu Qing introduced Jiang He who was drinking milk tea with a straw in his mouth.
"Hello."
Jiang He greeted with a smile, then tilted his head, as if thinking about something, his eyes drifted past Xu Qing.
"Hello."
"This is my wife." Xu Qing pointed to Jiang He and smiled.
Zhu Tingting was stunned for a moment, and then took another careful look at Jiang He.
"Go back to Jiangcheng?"
"No, come to Jiangcheng on business."
"Oh, it's good, I can come back and have a look."
The two chatted casually, Jiang He finished his kumquat and lemon, and the straw in the empty cup squeaked, so he threw away the empty cup and came to get another cup hanging on Xu Qing's wheelchair, then hesitated whether to give it to him or not. This woman, be polite.
"You run a flower shop?"
"Well, I don't like going to work. I can only do business to make a living." Xu Qing sat in a wheelchair holding a wax gourd, and turned to help Jiang He poke the straw open, "If necessary... I will give you a 20% discount .”
Seeing the visitor, Jiang He gave Xu Qing the cup in his hand to hold, and turned around to sell flowers.
"You're already married."
"The child is about to go to elementary school, and the siblings fight every day."
"..."
"You're not married yet, are you?"
"What are you talking about, what is this?" Zhu Tingting rolled her eyelids, raised her palm, and revealed the ring on her finger.
"congratulations."
Xu Qing looked back, Jiang He, a miser, seemed to be reluctant to wear her gold ring, if he had known, he would get her a stainless steel one to wear at work.
"What do you want?" Jiang He returned to the store and asked while looking at the two people outside. Seeing Xu Qing looking back, she looked away as if nothing had happened.
"lily."
"Twenty-eight."
Picking a bouquet of lilies and handing them out, Jiang He looked outside the shop again, Xu Qing was touching the wax gourd with his head down, not like to talk, but the woman was shaking the bag in her hand, showing no intention of leaving.
After paying the money and sending them away, she came out and took back her own kumquat and lemon from Xu Qing's arms.
"Your legs..." Zhu Tingting finally couldn't help asking. The cheerful boy who used to be in his thirties was already sitting in a wheelchair in front of the flower shop basking in the sun, looking very lonely.
"I beat you." Jiang He let go of the straw and said.
"..."
"..."
"Hey, I have to pick up the kids from school." Xu Qing handed out the winter melon, hooked the back of Jiang He's hand with her little finger, and winked at her.
Backing up and turning in a wheelchair is extremely skillful - it's all well designed by Wang Zijun, and the operation is simple and smooth.
Gululu...
The wheelchair made a slight noise as it rolled on the cement slab of the sidewalk.