After leaving home in the afternoon, Xu Qing took the two children to the bus.
He was almost three years old, so he didn't need to carry them all the time. However, he still liked to have one in his left hand and one in his right.
The two children looked similar, but they could already tell their genders apart. In order to make them aware of their gender, Jiang He grew Xu Jin's hair long, and Xu Shi 'an had a buzz cut like his father.
Jiang He saw through the glass window of the flower shop that Xu Qing got off the bus with the two kids in her arms and walked into the shop. She looked very proud.
"He doesn't look tired at all." Song Hui also saw Xu Qing hugging two children and couldn't help but sigh. It was frustrating to compare oneself to others.
Wang Zijun was in a wheelchair every day, but he didn't even blush or pant while carrying two children who weighed 20 kilograms.
"Where's Prince?" Xu Qing came to the shop to put the two children down and greeted Song Hui. White Gourd was originally lying on the chair, but now it climbed up and went to the corner to avoid being noticed by the two little bastards.
"You haven't gotten off work yet, right?
It's been quite busy recently, "Song Hui said casually. She brought the children to sit with Jiang He and chat with him. At the same time, she also influenced her son's aesthetic taste in the flower shop.
Jiang He was also bored staying alone in the shop, so the two partners came over to chat.
The siblings didn't notice that White Gourd was playing with Wang Zijun's little brother.
"What does your father do?"
"My father sits in a wheelchair!" Wang Yihao said proudly, his five-year-old face full of pride.
Everyone else didn't have one except for his father. The children in the kindergarten were very envious.
"Wow."
Xu Shi 'an was also very envious. Although he didn't know why, he felt that Wang Yihao was very powerful when he saw how arrogant he was.
When the siblings stood together, only Xu Shi 'an was envious, but Xu Jin didn't show any expression. This made Wang Yihao unhappy. How could Xu Jin not be envious?
Xu Jin was looking at her brother's pants. She was wondering why other boys wore pants properly, but her brother had to wear open ones, revealing little Qiuqiu.
She really wanted to pinch him, but she would be scolded by her mother. She had tried before and made Shi 'an cry.
"Where's your father?" Although Wang Yihao was unhappy, he didn't show it. He was very steady and seemed to say it carelessly. However, his eyes were filled with pride.
"Yeah … fighting zombies." Xu Shi 'an was excited when he talked about this. All the demons and ghosts had been killed by Xu Qing, and none of them dared to come to his house to eat his children.
Xu Shi 'an's words caused Wang Yihao's eyes to widen slightly. He immediately turned his head to look at the adults on the other side and curled his lips in disdain. "There are no zombies in our world."
He didn't even know how to brag. He didn't want to talk to the siblings anymore.
"No?" Xu Shi 'an looked at his sister.
"How do you think they disappeared?" Xu Jin raised his head and asked Wang Yihao.
"…"
Wang Yihao looked at Shi An, then at Xu Jin, and could not help but fall into deep thought.
Song Hui didn't stay in the shop for long. She went out to drive her car and called for her son. Only then did Wang Yihao reluctantly walk out. Before he left, he looked at Xu Qing with a very respectful gaze.
Xu Qing was a little confused. He looked at the siblings, who were already hugging the lifeless White Gourd and talking to him.
These two children were learning to talk to adults. They didn't like to talk to the two of them, but they liked to grab onto White Gourd and nag at him.
"I'm going back to cook. I'll bring it over later."
Jiang He instructed and left with the siblings, leaving the shop in Xu Qing's hands. White Gourd was finally released, and he jumped onto Xu Qing's lap for comfort.
This was expected. Jiang He opened the shop, and he was also half the boss. He had to work hard for the shop … After all, they were a couple, and there was no distinction between them.
Xu Qing sighed and got up with White Gourd in his arms. He leaned against the door to see if anyone wanted to buy flowers.
The girl in the milk tea shop next door was wearing work clothes. She had a pretty face and looked very busy inside. It seemed that Jiang He also wanted to work in the milk tea shop, but he gave up because he didn't have an ID. Otherwise, he might have been a milk tea girl.
The milk tea girl noticed his gaze and glanced at him.
Bah, scumbag. He looked like a dog, but he still peeked at her when he already had two children.
"Welcome."
Someone came to the door. Xu Qing put White Gourd aside and greeted the person.
"Buying roses for your girlfriend?"
"Take it like this. Look, when you give it to her, do a little trick … See?"
Xu Qing saw that the person was young and nervous. He enthusiastically taught the young man a magic trick, which made the young man want to kowtow.
"Thank you, uncle!" The young man gave a thumbs up and paid. He was very satisfied.
Big … uncle?
Xu Qing's smile froze on his face. Thinking about it, it seemed that he was right. Time really waited for no man.
"If you meet me next time, I'll teach you a new trick."
Waving his hand with flagging interest, Xu Qing turned to look. The girl in the milk tea shop next door seemed to be looking at him with stars in her eyes.
Low-key, low-key …
Xu Qing turned back to the shop.
Bah, indeed a scumbag. Such a familiar trick, and he still taught others …
The milk tea girl looked away in disdain.
He made a cup of hot tea and put it in his hand. Sitting in the flower shop, Xu Qing opened the folding tablet and did something while looking after the shop.
The new generation of the folding screen. When it was released in 0202, it was thought that it would mature in two years. From mobile phones to computers and tablets, it was indeed available in a few years. Now, it was gradually moving from high-end to mid-range. The price was a little more affordable, so he bought one to try it.
It was fancy, but not much better than the iPad. In the past, he always ridiculed Xu Wenbin and Jiang He as old antiques, saying that they could not keep up with the times. If he did not study hard, he would also become an old antique in his own words. That would be too scary.
"Do you sell four-leaf clovers here?"
A girl with a school bag stood at the door and looked around, asking timidly.
"Four-leaf clovers?"
Xu Qing was stunned. Just as he was about to shake his head, he paused for a moment. Jiang He always liked to raise strange things for herself. The flowers on the balcony at home were all moved here. Not to mention the nine-death resurrection grass, even a dog's tail flower was planted in the corner.
"Wait a minute, let me look for it."
Xu Qing got up and rummaged in the corner. At the same time, he dialed Jiang He's cell phone and asked her if she had such a thing.
"Trifolium? I just happened to plant one. It's not easy to find. Without the seed, I can only wait for it to mutate. Many of the ones sold online are imitations of Trifolium … "
"There are imitations?"
Xu Qing really saw it in the corner. It did not look special.
"… It symbolizes luck. Raising it can bring good luck …" Jiang He blabbered.
"Then, do you sell this?"
Xu Qing did not listen to her continue showing off. He looked at the little girl who was waiting for him at the side and asked Jiang He if she was willing to sell this thing.
She raised it herself and did not buy it. Perhaps she had never thought of selling it in the first place … If she did not want to sell it, then so be it.
"Sell it? Someone wants to buy it? "Jiang He only just realized why Xu Qing called.
"Yes, people are waiting."
"Uh … uh … why would anyone buy this thing?"
"If you did not buy it, how would you know that many of the ones sold online are fake?"
"…"
Jiang He wanted to smack him with the shovel. He knew how to bicker every day.
"If someone wants it, just give it to them. I will look for it with Pingping another day."
Jiang He thought for a while and replied. Although it symbolized luck, it was probably fate that someone came to the store to ask about it. It did not matter if it was sold.
She believed in fate more and more.
After getting the answer, Xu Qing simply hung up the phone. Looking at the small plastic flower pot in his hand, he scratched his head and wanted to call again to ask how much it was.
"How much?" The little girl asked.
"Um … five yuan, including the flower and this small pot. Otherwise, you can't carry it."
"Thank you!"
The little girl looked very surprised. She took off her bag and searched for the money inside to pay.
…
"Dad, do you know how to fight zombies?"
Wang Yihao returned home and finished his homework. Wang Zijun just got off work. He tore off his tie, threw down his bag, and sat on the sofa. Hearing his son's mysterious question, he turned his head.
"I used to, but not anymore."
"Why?"
Wang Yihao was a little excited. He felt that he had discovered the secret of this world. There were really zombies, and people knew how to fight them. That was why no one had seen it before.
"Because I have you."
Wang Zijun pinched his nose, thinking back to the time when he used the Wings of Dawn to beat the zombies until they screamed. No matter how hard they chased, they couldn't catch up to him.
"Because you have me?"
Wang Yihao was in a daze.
"What are you two whispering about? Has Xiao Hao practiced calligraphy? "
"Yes, I have!"
"Dad will play a game with you later when she's drawing," Wang Zijun whispered.
Wang Yihao was shocked when he heard that. Then, he clenched his fists excitedly and nodded quickly. "Okay, okay!"
"It's time to eat, and you're still whispering."
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 had specially prepared.
Not talking while eating could allow one to focus more on eating, chew slowly, and eat better. This was a rule that Song Hui set when Wang Yihao learned to speak. She was no exception. After sitting down, she picked up her chopsticks and quietly finished her meal.
"Jiang He's flower shop is doing well. I want to open one too. Bring Xiao Hao to know more about the flowers."
Song Hui said casually when she was cleaning the table.
"Come on, don't you also participate in that side? Just earn some pocket money. "
Wang Zijun felt that her idea was unrealistic. "Other people can do well, but if you want to open one, it'll be over."
"What do you mean it'll be over if I open one?" Song Hui was unconvinced.
"You're not cut out for that."
"I realized that you're good at divination or something. When they opened it, you said that it would definitely succeed. I just had an idea, and you concluded that I'm not cut out for it. What's so difficult about opening a flower shop? I can play with those flowers too … "
Song Hui nagged, but Wang Zijun couldn't be bothered to listen. He turned around and fiddled with his wheelchair.
"If you want to open one, then open one. Anyway, you've saved up so much money. Let me say this first. Don't look for me if your money is wasted."
"You're my husband. Who else should I look for if not you?!" Song Hui was furious. The child was already five years old, yet he was still so strict with the finances.
"I said you're not cut out for that. If you waste money, what's going to happen to our son? If you want to open a cram school to teach people how to draw, I'll definitely support it. Don't even think about anything else. "
Wang Zijun was relaxed. No matter what, he couldn't let this woman waste money. She always thought that doing business was so easy. She focused all her attention on her son every day. How could she spare any energy to open a shop … A small garden for her son was more like it.
"You trust your brother more than I do. If he wants to borrow some money from you to do business, I think you'll run over and give it to him …"
"Of course."
"You're quite righteous!" Song Hui was so angry that she wanted to smash her chopsticks. She looked at the door of her son's room and gently put it down.
"I give it to him to make money, but I give it to you to lose money. Even if you're my wife, money doesn't grow on trees."
"You trust him that much?"
"Of course not." Wang Zijun was amused. Nonsense. He had known Xu Qing for more than ten years, even longer than his wife.
"Just one thing. He's never complained. Pay attention, he's never complained about anything. If there's a problem, he'll solve it. If there's no solution, he'll think of a solution. What about you?" Wang Zijun sat in his wheelchair and walked around the living room. Fortunately, the living room was big enough for him to have fun at home.
"Complaining is a sign of incompetence. It's not beneficial and a waste of time. If he were in your position, he would definitely be thinking about how to make me willingly fork out money. Isn't it more useful than blabbering?"
"Do you want to quarrel?"
"Women …"
Wang Zijun shook his head. There was nothing to talk about. It was still better in the past. As long as it could be solved with money, it wasn't a problem. Some women were only worthy of being solved with money. Now that they were married, it was no longer possible.
"I …" Song Hui couldn't help but kick his wheelchair, making Wang Zijun's heart ache.
After this guy sat in a wheelchair, he didn't even know how to talk in a roundabout way. He was always infuriating.
"Don't kick my baby wheelchair."
"If you move your baby to me, I won't kick it."
"Dream on."
Clang!
"Okay, baby, baby, don't kick my wheelchair."
Wang Zijun gave in. They still had to go out on the weekend. It was too time-consuming to paint it.
"Your solution is to sit in a wheelchair?" Song Hui sneered.
"At least it's a solution. 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 marriage … It's a mental illness. It's not your fault, nor mine … Alright, it's my fault," Wang Zijun said.
"I did it myself." Song Hui looked out the window and calmed herself down.
It didn't seem like a big deal. She had already anticipated what would happen after marriage. At least the child wasn't aborted. Having a child was enough.
"Do you want to drive with me?" Wang Zijun was silent for a while before inviting her.
"If my wife can truly understand my hobbies, I think I'll love her very much."
"If my husband doesn't have to sit in a wheelchair, I'll love him very much too," Song Hui said coldly.
"That's perfect. I'll get out of the wheelchair. You can sit in it."
"…"
Song Hui stared at him for a long time. Looking at Wang Zijun's face, which was no longer young, she finally sighed.
"I did it myself … Why don't you play games?"
"I don't like games anymore." Wang Zijun shook his head silently.
Song Hui's gaze lingered on Wang Zijun's wheelchair. The doctor's words came to her mind.
"The causes of psychological problems are very complicated. For example, if love is not understood by others, there will be a subconscious alienation, and they will feel that they are not in the same world. Then … after a long time, there will be some problems in the relationship. Just like what you said about playing games, there are actually only a few ways for adults to relieve stress. It's fine to relax occasionally. All of you keep talking about him. In essence, it's a form of negation of him …
"Sometimes, it's just a small knot in the heart. But if it's stuck there, it will cause problems and make people more and more paranoid."
"Get up. I'll give it a try." Song Hui shifted her gaze away.
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