"The horsepower is strong, using Toshiba's brushless motor. The cushion here is also custom-made and completely remodeled."
"We also changed the battery from BYD. It has a high capacity and can travel more than 300 kilometers. I wanted to install two, but I gave up after considering the weight."
On the streets of the small town, Wang Zijun was sitting in a wheelchair. Xu Qing went to the back and tried to push him a few steps.
Listening to Wang Zijun's nagging, he did not ask what was going on.
It was already like this, so there was no point in asking.
"Amazing." He looked at Wang Zijun and nodded, praising Wang Zijun. The last time Wang Zijun's eyes shone like this was when he was talking about his car.
He was not even 30 years old and his legs were damaged. Seeing his good brother in a wheelchair, Xu Qing did not know what to feel.
He was still fine the last time they met.
Last year, he was in high spirits and showed off his son to everyone. How did he become like this?
"This is better than a car. I don't need to find a parking space!" Wang Zijun patted the armrest of the wheelchair and turned around. "Go. No need to push me. I still have electricity."
"Okay. I won't push you."
Xu Qing nodded and let go of the armrest. He looked at Wang Zijun fiddling with the buttons on the armrest. He was silent for a moment and could not help but feel sad.
"This blanket. Fold it over your legs. Spread it out and it can cover your whole body. Look …"
Wang Zijun shook the piece of cloth, indicating for Xu Qing to move back a little. Then, he pressed on an unknown place and the back of the wheelchair tilted down. Half leaning on it, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Xu Qing.
"Find a place with the sun. I can lie down like this and sleep."
Xu Qing grinned and nodded cooperatively.
It was not easy to be so optimistic.
"Sigh. Enjoying this kind of life in advance. Life is really lonely." Wang Zijun sighed and moved the back of the wheelchair back to its original position. He pressed the button again and walked forward. "Walk around?"
"Let's walk around."
"Then come over and push. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up."
"Yes."
Xu Qing didn't say much. It would be fine if he walked manually, but if he pressed the switch, it would be faster than walking.
"Last time, you said that nothing was interesting and you looked depressed. Now you're interesting, right?"
"Interesting." Wang Zijun laughed.
"Sigh, I have to experience some things."
The afternoon sun shone on the two of them. Xu Qing slowly pushed Wang Zijun on the street. His mentality had changed a lot.
"I had nothing to do before, so I took a stroll around here and found that everything is so good. It's much more comfortable than driving before." Wang Zijun pointed into the distance and said, "I just realized that it's best for people to slow down. Sitting in a wheelchair is different from sitting in a car."
"You can say that there are gains and losses. Would you like something to drink? "Xu Qing asked.
"No, it's not convenient to pee. I'm afraid that someone might steal the wheelchair for me."
"How could someone be so wicked …"
As they spoke, they reached the front steps. Xu Qing stopped and looked around, trying to see if he could find a warm-hearted guy to help him carry it up.
The wheelchair itself wasn't too heavy. He couldn't do anything if Wang Zijun sat on it.
Then he saw Wang Zijun get out of the wheelchair, bend over, lift the wheelchair up the steps, and then sit back down.
“？？？”
Xu Qing was stunned.
"Let's go," Wang Zijun urged.
A few passers-by couldn't help but look sideways, wondering if their eyes were playing tricks on them. Did the person in the wheelchair run down to lift it?
Good guy.
Good guy.
Xu Qing looked around subconsciously, and his gaze fell on Wang Zijun's face.
He suspected that he was still asleep.
"No … you … damn …"
"Don't make a fuss. If I sit on it, can you lift it?" Wang Zijun glanced at him.
"…"
Godd * mn!
Xu Qing had a mental breakdown. He grabbed Wang Zijun's arm and pulled him up.
"What's wrong with your leg?! What happened? "
"Ouch, don't knock me. I'm fine. I didn't say that my leg is broken."
"If it's not broken, how many wheelchairs can you sit on?"
Xu Qing couldn't help but swear. Was this guy crazy?
"Who said I can't sit in 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 ran forward.
Xu Qing strode behind and chased after him.
"Stop it! If you continue, I'll hit you with the wheelchair! "
"…"
When they reached the traffic lights, Xu Qing finally understood what was going on. This thing was the new toy that Wang Zijun had found.
There was only an empty wheelchair shell. The other motors and batteries were modified by himself.
It could be electric or hand-cranked. It had sufficient electricity and strong horsepower. It could be driven from morning to afternoon, and there was still a lot of electricity left.
"What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? I thought you were suffering from a terminal illness. Why are you running around in a wheelchair? "Xu Qing was so angry that his lips were trembling.
"Almost. If it wasn't for this wheelchair, I would really be suffering from a terminal illness." Wang Zijun sat calmly with the blanket covering his legs.
"You can walk around by yourself. I'm going back."
"Don't. Walk around with me. How about I let you sit for a while?"
"Get lost!"
"Seriously, do you want me to get you one? This thing is really fun to sit on."
"I …"
Xu Qing opened his mouth and waved his hand weakly.
"I'm fine. Thank you."
"Come, let's go for coffee."
Wang Zijun dragged him. He had enough of walking around alone in the morning.
At Starbucks, Wang Zijun ordered a super large cup. He held the cup in his wheelchair and slowly drove to a table by the window. He raised his eyebrows at Xu Qing. "Bring your own chair. How about it?"
Xu Qing couldn't be bothered with him.
After a pause, he gestured, "Won't it be a little disrespectful to those who really have that thing?"
"What's disrespectful about it?" Wang Zijun was surprised.
"You can even come down and move the stairs by yourself." Xu Qing still felt that it was a fantasy.
Who the hell had seen a wheelchair driver come down and move the stairs by himself?
"Am I not useless?" Wang Zijun asked.
Xu Qing was speechless … He was perfectly fine, but he was in a wheelchair. It was indeed not wrong to say that.
After having afternoon tea together, Wang Zijun showed off his baby in all aspects, including sitting on it and playing games. He could stop and walk as he pleased by the roadside. It was convenient for everything.
Then he drove the wheelchair and looked for the navigation on his phone. It seemed that he planned to drive the wheelchair back.
…
Back home.
Jiang He was studying flowers on the balcony with his pen and notebook.
Xu Qing scratched his head and sat on the sofa. After pondering for a long time, he took out his phone and found Wang Zijun's wife's WeChat message.
Wang Zijun had helped Song Hui promote her painting and had also asked Xu Qing to help repost it. He had also put up Song Hui's advertisement at the end of the movie review. They were not very familiar with each other, but they were not strangers either.
After hesitating for a moment, he organized his words and sent it over.
[Sister-in-law, did you know that the prince got a wheelchair? ]
Song Hui replied very quickly. [He came to play with you in a wheelchair? ]
[Hmm … He doesn't seem quite right. Have you considered seeing a psychiatrist?]
[I've already looked for one. It's a way for him to relieve his stress.]
Through his conversation with Song Hui, Xu Qing knew that Wang Zijun's wheelchair was not a new one. He had been tinkering with it for a week and drove it out.
Two months ago, the guy was very haggard. He went to see a doctor, and the result was that he was showing signs of depression.
When he went for a follow-up yesterday, there were no more problems.
Simply put, the guy cured himself on the eve of depression. He was relying on a carefully modified wheelchair.
Xu Qing held the phone and felt that there was nothing to say.
Rich people really knew how to play. Compared depression and sitting in a wheelchair … it was hard to say which was more serious.
"Which little girl are you talking to?" Jiang He stood on the balcony and poked his head out of the window.
"I …" Xu Qing tilted his head. Something did not seem right.
"Does he look like that little girl in love?" Jiang He leaned on the windowsill and asked.
"Yes, but I advise you not to learn anymore."
"Hehe, did you get a shock?"
"I hereby announce that the modern learning plan has been terminated. If you continue to learn nonsense, it will be over." Xu Qing threw the phone aside and went over to pinch Jiang He's face. "You are now a woman who is about to become a mother, not a young girl."
Jiang He looked like a tortoise when he poked his head out of the window.
"What happened to that dog? I don't know where you went in his wheelchair. "
"He has nothing to do. He is just bored. I almost thought I was the main character. Nothing good happens to those who are related to me. "Xu Qing walked from the living room to the balcony and helped Jiang He take care of the flowers and plants.
When he saw Wang Zijun in a wheelchair, he had mixed feelings.
In the end, this guy was pretending.
"He said he would give me a wheelchair, but I didn't want it … There is something wrong with him. He is fifty years ahead of his peers, so he gave up his legs early."
"You drive it for fun?" Jiang He was surprised.
"Yes … Other than not having to find a parking space, I really can't think of anything better than a car." Xu Qing couldn't figure out what kind of magic this thing had to make Wang Zijun so infatuated.
"Modern people are so fun."
Jiang He threw down the conclusion and put the watering can aside. He touched his waist and sat on the rattan chair.
As time passed, her belly became bigger and bigger. The twins were bigger than other pregnant women of the same age.
Fortunately, she had a foundation in martial arts. Except for some inconvenience in moving, she was not tired and did not have many problems.
If she was at that time, she would have no problem carrying a basket to the field — but times had changed. Jiang He felt that she had to pretend to be tired and be like others.
Otherwise, when other pregnant women were in pain, she would jump up and down with a sword. It was not suitable, really not suitable.
After dinner.
Jiang He was enjoying the cool air on the balcony, enjoying the evening breeze. He 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 that your shoulders are sore, you should rub your shoulders to be more convincing."
Xu Qing came out to massage her shoulders. Although he knew that the little old lady was pretending, she was pregnant.
As long as he told her that he knew that she was pretending, and she knew that he knew that she was pretending, then he would massage her shoulders for her.
The night sky was full of stars. The light in the house was reflected from the window. There was some light on the balcony without turning on the light. On the contrary, if the light was turned on, it would be too bright.
The wind blew in the quiet environment. Looking up at the starry sky, Xu Qing had the feeling of sitting with his grandfather at the village entrance to enjoy the cool air when he was a child.
"The speed of light is hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second. The sun we see during the day is eight minutes ago, right?" Jiang He moaned a few times in comfort as he was being massaged by him. Looking at the stars in the distance, he said.
"Yes." Xu Qing did not remember the specific data. Anyway, it was a few minutes ago.
He was a little surprised by Jiang He's memory. He could accurately say that it was eight minutes ago … He would check later to see if he said it casually.
"Then if we go a little further, will we be able to see the sun ten minutes ago?"
"A lot further."
"Relatively speaking, if we stand on the sun, we will also see the earth ten minutes ago." Jiang He pondered as he touched his chin with his finger.
"If you can stand on the sun," Xu Qing said casually.
"Then … if we go super far, tens of thousands of times farther, will we be able to see the earth hundreds of years ago?"
"…"
Hearing Jiang He's words, Xu Qing looked up at the night sky. "Theoretically speaking … your eyesight should not be that good. Also, the earth does not shine. There are many stars in the middle that will block it."
"Oh."
"If all these conditions are true, you will have to go to a place tens of thousands of times farther in an instant to see the earth … If you have that ability, you will be able to travel between the past and the future in seconds."
"Haven't I already traveled?"
"… What you said makes sense." Xu Qing shook his head and smiled. After a pause, he said, "Are you homesick?"
Going to a place super far away to see the earth a thousand years ago, she was probably the only one who could think of it …
"No."
"I just miss it."
"Okay … Actually, I suddenly feel that those things are so far away from me, just like in my previous life," Jiang He said softly.
"That's normal. You see, if you start to remember things at the age of six, by the age of eighteen, you have lived for twelve years with memories. Then, from the age of eighteen until now, it is more than four years — the modern world is not as boring as it was back then. There are all kinds of dazzling information, and there is the Internet. It is very easy to use four years here to cover the twelve years before you."
"It feels like a dream."
"You can't dream of things that you have not seen before, so all of this is real."
"Is that so?" Jiang He was a little surprised.
"There is no material, how can you dream? Unless you have seen it and forgotten it. "Xu Qing laughed." Have you learned it again? "
He vaguely remembered that when he first had an indescribable dream during puberty, he dreamed of a bunch of mosaics …
"Do you people in the pugilistic world carry a wooden sign in your bag? If you want, you can find someone to make one. I don't have any taboos. "
"Nope, you watch too much TV."
This stupid guy always treated TV dramas as reality.
Jiang He looked at the distant sky. A gentle breeze blew. She wrapped her clothes and lowered her head to touch her belly.
The rattan chair swayed slightly, making a slight sound.
At the end of November, Xu Qing was taking care of the pregnant Jiang He. He returned to the house from the balcony, fetched a bucket of hot water, and helped her soak her feet to relax.
In another corner of Jiangcheng, Wang Zijun's hair was pulled by his son, who placed him on his shoulder and hummed a nursery rhyme.
On the dark street, Qin Hao rode the electric scooter, rushing home. In his heart, he was thinking about the lights on upstairs.
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