When the first snow fell, it was close to the end of the year.
Qin Hao took his wife to his mother-in-law's place. This was the first time he had a holiday during the New Year since he started working for several years. In the past, he volunteered to stay on duty — this time, he was given a few more days.
While everyone was busy, Jiang He was very free. Wearing a hat, he went to various flower markets with Gong Ping, who was equally free, to see how other people made flowers in winter.
After hearing that Jiang He wanted to sell flowers, Gong Ping wanted to be a part of it — although Jiang He said that it was only a rough idea and he might have to ride a tricycle to sell succulents on the roadside, she didn't believe it. She felt that Jiang He had everything ready and was just waiting to give birth to the child.
After giving birth to the child, he would open a flower shop and sell flowers. It was a perfect plan. How could it be a rough idea?
"I like Manjusaka. It's red and very beautiful!" Gong Ping pulled Jiang He and chattered, sharing her love.
"Oh, stone garlic."
"What stone garlic? It's too old-fashioned. This name is Manjusaka. It's very western."
Jiang He didn't say anything. Whatever name it was, she didn't raise it. The roots of that thing were poisonous. She was afraid that the silly White Gourd would eat it.
Fine snowflakes fell on their hats. The two of them went out of Flower Street. Gong Ping pulled Jiang He's sleeves.
"Does the man in the yellow clothes and in the wheelchair look like your husband?"
"Nope."
Jiang He took a look and pulled Gong Ping in another direction.
…
"This thing is really fun."
Xu Qing was used to seeing Wang Zijun in a wheelchair. He couldn't help but experience it himself. He was surprised to find that it was really fun.
It was indeed better than driving. He didn't need to pay attention to the road all the time, and he didn't need to be alert and go wherever he wanted.
"If you go to your mother-in-law's house in a wheelchair, what will their expressions be like?" Xu Qing suddenly had a whim.
"You will be beaten to death by my wife first. She will definitely say that it's so embarrassing … Ahhhhhh …"
Wang Zijun pretended to imitate them, then shrugged and said, "A bunch of mortals, what do they know? Get up, give it back to me when you're done playing."
"Let's sit for a while longer."
Xu Qing couldn't bear to let go of it. He drove the wheelchair on the street. The more he played, the more fun he got.
In the future, when they retired, the few of them would go racing in wheelchairs …
Don't you want to compete with others?
"Why are you wearing this?"
"Good looking, handsome."
"Handsome my ass. Where is your mother-in-law? Haozi has already brought his wife to his wife's house to celebrate the New Year, but your wife is pregnant and not going back? "
"Are you suffering from dementia? My wife used to worry about her identity. "
"Oh, I remember now."
Wang Zijun patted his head. His memory …
One of them sat in a wheelchair while the other followed behind, strolling around the streets.
The wheelchair could squeeze in one more person, but it was too low for two men to sit together. Now, they couldn't do such a thing. If it was a few years ago when they weren't married, it would be more like it.
Although a man would die a young man, his actual age had to be taken into consideration.
"It's so good not to have a mother-in-law."
"Try letting your wife hear you?" Xu Qing glanced at him.
"Of course not. Who's stupid?"
"Then don't say it. What's the use?"
It was snowing lightly. Driving the wheelchair on the street, there was an inexplicable mood.
Xu Qing almost had the urge to get one for himself … No, to get one for Jiang He. He would occasionally experience it when he had nothing to do.
Both of them had nothing to do, so they wandered around and strolled into the flower market. At the end of the street, Xu Qing returned the wheelchair to Wang Zijun. He let the useless person return to his throne, and he got rid of the useless person identity.
"Done sitting? Is it fun? "
"It's fun. My wife seems to be out shopping too. I'm afraid she will see me. Why don't I sit a little longer?" Xu Qing pushed Wang Zijun in from behind.
"Your family has so many flowers. Do you still want to see more?"
"Let's walk around and see how other people do business. Oh, do you want to bring a flower back for your wife? Surprise! Life is better. "
"You are still the coquettish one." Wang Zijun was speechless. He was already at the flower market. Why didn't he think of bringing a bouquet of flowers back for his wife?
Although they had been married for a few years, the novelty had died down, and his passion had been worn down by his son. But it was not bad to occasionally buy flowers and watch his wife laugh.
After all, he was allowed to sit in the wheelchair.
Wang Zijun was praising Xu Qing's wit as he drove the wheelchair to the flower shop.
"Oh, what are the rules for giving flowers?"
"She can buy whatever flowers she likes."
"I don't think there is anything she likes."
"What color does she like?" Xu Qing asked.
"… … White? Yellow? She usually likes paintings. "Wang Zijun scratched his head.
Xu Qing thought for a while. "Is there any color she doesn't like?"
"How would I know?"
"Fine. Give me a rose. It will save me trouble. Don't make wild guesses." Xu Qing did not want to waste time with him. He knew he could not get any more information from him.
"Will it be too vulgar?" Wang Zijun hesitated.
"Then a lily."
"Roses. White is not as good as red." This guy made Xu Qing want to push his wheelchair into the ditch.
"Boss! How much is this big bouquet? "Wang Zijun picked the most luxurious bouquet on the shelf.
Xu Qing pushed him away and apologized to the boss. This made Wang Zijun hit the wheelchair and wanted to stand up.
"You are not going to confess. Why did you buy so many?!"
"What else?"
"One bouquet. A small surprise. One bouquet is enough. You bought such a luxurious bouquet for no reason. Aren't you afraid of scaring your wife? She will think about what you are planning for the whole night."
Xu Qing regretted suggesting him to buy flowers. Why didn't he think about doing things properly? Not only did he not treat the money as money, but he also made it a surprise into a scare.
"What conspiracy …"
Wang Zijun muttered discontentedly. He could not refute it. Indeed, if Song Hui suddenly gave him a bouquet, he would be surprised.
If she suddenly gave him such a big bouquet, he would definitely suspect that this woman had taken a fancy to a bag again. He would not sleep well if his shoes did not fall to the ground.
"Is it a bit too pitiful?"
After buying a bouquet of roses and putting it on the armrest of the wheelchair, Wang Zijun felt that it was shabby.
"No, there is nothing pitiful about giving her flowers. You must have a problem with your brain."
Xu Qing pushed his wheelchair forward. As he walked, he suddenly said, "Do you still know the magic I taught you?"
"Ah … I have forgotten."
"How can I forget?"
"I don't need it. When I have a girlfriend, I just give her a big bouquet. Whoever takes one will be poor enough to do magic."
"Damn it …"
Xu Qing almost cried. This bastard really did not need those fancy things before.
"I will teach you again. Just hold the flowers like this and put your hands like this. Can't you see it?"
He took the roses from the armrest and taught this guy the magic of making flowers out of thin air again.
With a flip of his hand, the flowers suddenly appeared in his hand.
"This is good! This is good! "
Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair excitedly.
"Have you learned it? You can do it like this … "Xu Qing demonstrated by reaching his hand to Wang Zijun's ear, as if taking flowers from his ear.
Then, with one hand behind his back, he handed the roses to Wang Zijun with the other.
"One more time. I haven't seen it clearly," Wang Zijun said.
"Watch carefully …"
The wheelchair stopped by the roadside. Xu Qing shook off the fine snow on his body and showed his empty hands to Wang Zijun. Then, he took out a rose from his ear and handed it to Wang Zijun so that he could practice it himself.
"Clatter clatter …"
When Wang Zijun took the flowers, there was a round of applause. The two of them looked at the passers-by next to them in confusion.
Where are your applause?
And what is that woman taking pictures with her mobile phone?
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