Logically speaking, a mid-life crisis was still quite worrying. They were no longer in their twenties. They did not have endless energy, and they could not adapt to the new industry like young people. Most importantly, they had a family and children to tie them down. They had to consider a lot more than when they were barefoot and fearless.
Xu Qing's mid-life crisis was different.
He did not have the self-awareness of an unemployed person. He wandered around every day, looking at something on his tablet. It was as if he was on vacation.
If not for the movie review account, Jiang He even suspected that this guy was ready to give in to her and become a husband and wife couple to make the flower shop bigger and stronger.
After more than a decade of continuous creation, he was even full of energy.
"To do a good job, one must first sharpen the tools."
Xu Qing held the vacuum flask calmly. He took a small sip and continued to swipe on the tablet.
"You want to do something big?" Wang Zijun carefully looked at his face, trying to find useful information.
"Nothing big. By the way, can I borrow your wheelchair for a couple of 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 and explained, "Mainly because my feet are off the ground. It's good for my thinking, like this."
"…"
"Then I can bask in the sun, enjoy the wind, and play with my laptop. The two kids are going to school, and I have too much free time at home. It's troublesome to go to the shop because there are so many people coming and going. So it's best to stay outside. I can find peace in the noisy environment. If I have a wheelchair, it'd be perfect."
Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment. He suspiciously left the wheelchair and gave the throne to Xu Qing. Looking at Xu Qing holding the vacuum flask and sitting on it, he inexplicably felt that this guy seemed to be more compatible with the wheelchair.
Thinking about Xu Qing, he couldn't help but say, "Let's … stop making videos. Don't take things too hard."
Xu Qing ignored him and looked around in his wheelchair. Wang Zijun was no longer as obsessed with the wheelchair as he was two years ago. He would only take it out for a spin when he was bored. However, he had never stopped modifying the wheelchair.
It even had automatic navigation, a car CD player, headphones, and a built-in speaker. If all the functions were turned on …
Imagining that kind of scene, Xu Qing's mind floated to the image of a race called 'punk' many years ago, riding motorcycles with subwoofers on the back seat, roaring through the streets and alleys.
"Renaissance." Xu Qing patted the armrest of the wheelchair.
Wang Zijun asked, "What revival?"
Xu Qing pointed at his hair and said, "You should dye your hair red."
"Yes."
After borrowing a wheelchair, Xu Qing drove around Jiangcheng City for a long time. When he appeared in front of Jiang He's shop, both Gong Ping and Jiang He were stunned.
"Is there … something wrong with him?" Gong Ping asked hesitantly.
"Men will always have some strange ideas."
Jiang He said calmly. This guy even ate sh * t. It was not strange for him to play with a wheelchair.
"What are you going to do?" She asked when she saw Xu Qing drive the wheelchair over.
"I'm here to pick up White Gourd and take it for a ride."
Xu Qing put White Gourd on his lap and prepared to drive out.
"Is it not good to drive?"
"You still have to find a parking space. What's so good about getting a ticket by the roadside?"
It seemed to make sense …
Gong Ping had a stomach full of complaints.
Normally, shouldn't he drive over to pick up Jiang He for a ride?
Why was he driving a wheelchair to pick up White Gourd for a ride?
Looking at the back of Xu Qing driving the wheelchair away, Gong Ping retracted her gaze and looked at Jiang He.
"Stop looking. Learn quickly. The nine flowers have to be placed like this, or it will look messy …" Jiang He urged.
Gong Ping's eyes widened when she saw his nonchalant look. What kind of immortal couple were they? Your husband just came over in a wheelchair!
Jiang He's fingers were very dexterous. Perhaps it was because she was very familiar with it, the thorny flowers and the wrapping paper were fiddled with in her hands. She tied them up and tied them up, and they immediately looked high-end.
An exquisite bouquet of flowers appeared in Jiang He's hands. Looking at her serious and focused expression, a strand of hair hanging by her ear, Gong Ping was dazed for a moment.
"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?"
"Oh, really. Dexterous and good-looking. I can't take it anymore. I'm turning gay."
Gong Ping put down the wrapping paper in her hands and sat down on the chair. She wanted to touch White Gourd, but she remembered that White Gourd had been taken away by that guy in a wheelchair.
"Could it be that he was shocked and has some problems?"
"You think too much."
Jiang He continued to arrange the bouquet. Xu Qing must be plotting something. Maybe he was thinking about taking a long vacation to have fun. Before he went out to have fun, he had to prepare some videos in advance.
"Seeing that he has nothing to do now, you can't open a flower shop to support him, can you?"
"Why not?" Jiang He asked with a smile. She stopped and thought for a moment before continuing, "In fact, he has never been idle. He can take a break. He looks like he has nothing to do, but in fact, he has been holding a tablet in his hand and taking notes. "
Back then, when she was at her most embarrassed, Xu Qing reached out to her. Now …
Jiang He looked at the exquisite bouquet in her hands.
Who could tell that she was actually an illiterate old lady who knew nothing?
"And even if I really have nothing to do, so what if I support him?"
"If Xu Qing knows, he will be touched to death."
"No, he will tell me to give up."
…
Driving a wheelchair was the most comfortable enjoyment — especially on a spring afternoon that was neither cold nor hot, with a gentle breeze blowing.
Walking slowly on the road was different from driving. He needed to pay attention to the road at all times. There were traffic lights and traffic jams every few steps. He had a strong sense of where he wanted to go or where he wanted to stop.
Sitting in a wheelchair was like taking a walk. He could 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 the tablet, and have a cup of tea when he passed by a milk tea shop.
He could also feel the noise on the street. There was a sense of alienation like being in a bustling city but watching coldly from the sidelines. This feeling was even more obvious when he was sitting in a wheelchair.
He did not joke with Wang Zijun. Compared to sitting quietly on a park bench alone, it was more conducive to thinking …
People needed to think often. Every day was changing. Every day, there would be many things that would rise and fall like the waves of the sea. After a period of time, he would reflect, summarize, and let himself settle down so that when he encountered similar experiences again, he would be able to perform better.
Peace referred to the peace of the mind. This peace referred to the peace of the mind, to be able to grasp oneself, and then grasp other things.
Xu Qing easily felt peace with the cat in his arms. This kind of comfort was more comfortable than being at home with air conditioning, and he even felt a little drowsy.
He could not fall asleep. He was afraid that White Gourd would foolishly jump out to play and get lost. He held White Gourd in his wheelchair and drove to the milk tea shop next door. He ordered two cups of kumquats and lemons, and after thinking for a while, he added one more cup.
The little girl in the milk tea shop had a little sympathy for this handsome man in a wheelchair. The couple next to him also timely offered to serve him and take care of the disabled. Although Xu Qing declined several times, they still insisted.
Considering the impact if he stood up, Xu Qing thought about it again and again, a little ashamed, accepted their kindness. He only needed one brother in a wheelchair like Wang Zijun.
After hanging the bag of three cups of kumquats and lemons next to the wheelchair, Xu Qing drove back. When he arrived at the flower shop, he found that only Jiang He was there, and the old woman was not there.
"Today's flower bags are enough. There are no more for her to study."
"You bought too much." Xu Qing felt that it was a waste.
"Then I'll drink two cups!"
Jiang He bit the straw of one cup and asked for another.
The plastic straw became a paper straw, and then it changed back to plastic — because that thing was really anti-human. Along with the paper straw, there was a plastic prick to poke open the film and then insert the straw.
It was very magical. If Xu Qing had not experienced it himself, he would probably have thought of it as a Soviet joke.
"Why are you driving this?" Jiang He gently kicked the wheelchair.
"Don't kick it. What if you break it?" Xu Qing unhappily drove the wheelchair out 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 proven by scientific research. Think about it. Isn't it easier to think when you sleep at night? It's because your feet are off the ground. "
He was talking nonsense with a serious face. Jiang He looked at him and did not speak.
If it was in the past, he might have been fooled by this guy, but now it was impossible.
"I am destiny." Xu Qing took a sip of kumquats and lemons and sighed comfortably.
There was milk tea, a cat, a wife, and a wheelchair.
Jiang He crossed his arms and leaned against the door of the shop. He heard what Xu Qing said and curled his lips. "Destiny my ass."
"Sigh, we have been busy taking care of the two kids in the past few years of marriage, or busy running your flower shop. It's not easy for us to be free. I want to take you to play."
"What about the two of them?"
"It's fine to take care of them for a few days."
Xu Qing lowered his head and swiped on the tablet. He wanted to take Jiang He to see a concert. He had never been to a live concert before. It would be a pity not to experience it.
He opened the website and took a look. It was ridiculous that he could not even get a ticket for a concert of an outdated singer.
"Xu … Qing?"
A hesitant voice sounded, as if he was not sure.
"Huh?"
Xu Qing turned his head and could not help but be stunned. He then smiled. "I almost didn't recognize you."
"I don't dare to." Zhu Tingting looked at the wheelchair under Xu Qing with a complicated expression. She did not expect him to look like this now.
"This is Jiang He, and this is Zhu Tingting, my old classmate." Seeing his old classmate, Xu Qing introduced them to Jiang He, who was drinking milk tea with a straw.
"Hello."
Jiang He smiled and greeted them. He then tilted his head as if thinking about something. His eyes drifted over Xu Qing.
"Hello."
"This is my wife." Xu Qing pointed at Jiang He and smiled.
Zhu Tingting was stunned for a moment and took a closer look at Jiang He.
"Back to Jiangcheng?"
"No, I came to Jiangcheng for a business trip."
"Oh, that's good. I can come back to visit."
The two of them chatted casually. Jiang He finished his kumquat lemon. The straw in the empty cup made a squeaking sound. He threw the empty cup away and came over to take the other cup hanging on Xu Qing's wheelchair. Then he hesitated if he should give it to this woman out of courtesy.
"You opened a flower shop?"
"Yes. I don't like to work. I can only make a living by doing business." Xu Qing sat in the wheelchair and held White Gourd. He turned his head and helped Jiang He poke the straw open. "If you need it … I can give you a 20% discount."
Jiang He saw that there was a customer. He stuffed the cup in his hand to Xu Qing and turned around to sell flowers.
"You are already married."
"The child is about to go to primary school. The brother and sister fight every day."
"…"
"You are not married, are you?"
"What are you talking about? What is this?" Zhu Tingting rolled her eyes, raised her palm, and showed the ring on her finger.
"Congratulations."
Xu Qing looked back. Jiang He, the miser, seemed to be reluctant to wear her gold ring. If he had known earlier, he would have gotten her a stainless steel ring to wear when she worked.
"What do you want?" Jiang He returned to the shop and asked while looking at the two people outside. Seeing Xu Qing look back, she looked away as if nothing had happened.
"Lily."
"Twenty-eight."
Picking out a bouquet of lilies and handing it out, Jiang He looked out of the shop again. Xu Qing was lowering his head to touch White Gourd. He didn't seem to like talking. On the other hand, the woman held the bag in her hand and didn't want to leave.
After paying and sending them off, she came out and took back her kumquat and lemon from Xu Qing's arms.
"Your leg …" Zhu Tingting finally couldn't help but ask. The once cheerful big boy was only in his thirties, but he was already sitting in a wheelchair in front of the flower shop, basking in the sun. He looked very lonely.
"I hit him." Jiang He let go of the straw and said.
"…"
"…"
"Ahem, I have to pick up the child from school." Xu Qing handed White Gourd out. He used his little finger to hook the back of Jiang He's hand and winked at her.
"Reverse, please pay attention. Reverse, please pay attention …"
He drove the wheelchair to reverse and turn. He was very familiar with it — it was all well designed by Wang Zijun, and the operation was simple and smooth.
Gurgle …
The wheelchair moved on the concrete pavement, making a slight noise.
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