When the first snow fell, it was already approaching the end of the year.

Qin Hao took his daughter-in-law to his mother-in-law's place. This was the first time he took a vacation during the Chinese New Year in the several years he had been working. In the past, he volunteered to stay on duty and this time he was given a few more days.

When everyone was busy, Jiang He was particularly idle. He wore a hat and went to various flower markets with the equally idle Gong Ping to see how others made flowers in winter.

After hearing about Jiang He's plan to sell flowers, Gong Ping thought about taking a share. Although Jiang He said that it was just a rough idea, maybe riding a three-wheel to sell succulents on the roadside, she didn't believe it. She felt that Jiang He

He had everything ready and was just waiting to give birth to the child.

Opening a flower shop to sell flowers after giving birth is such a perfect plan, how could it be just an idea.

"I like Manzhu Shahua, the red ones are so beautiful!" Gong Ping pulled Jiang He to share her love.

"Oh, Lycoris."

"What amaryllis? The name is too rustic. It's called Manzhushahua, which is foreign."

Jiang He was noncommittal, calling it whatever she wanted, but she didn't raise it because the rhizomes were poisonous, and she was afraid that the silly winter melon would just take a bite if she had nothing to do.

Thin snowflakes fell on the hat, and the two of them walked out of Flower Street. Gong Ping tugged on Jiang He's sleeve...

"Does the guy in the wheelchair wearing shitty yellow clothes look like your husband?"

"It's not like that."

Jiang He took a look and pulled Gong Ping in another direction.

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"This thing is really exciting."

Xu Qing was used to Wang Zijun sitting in a wheelchair, so she couldn't help but experience it herself. She unexpectedly discovered that it was really fun.

It's indeed better than driving. You don't have to pay attention to the road conditions all the time, and you don't have to brace yourself and half-squint your eyes to think about where to go.

"If you go to your mother-in-law's house in a wheelchair, how will they look?" Xu Qing suddenly thought.

"Be beaten to death by my wife first, she will definitely say it's embarrassing...ahhhhhh..."

Wang Zijun pretended to learn it for a while, shrugged and said: "A bunch of mortals, just know your shit, come back to me when you've had enough fun."

"Sit a little longer, sit a little longer."

Xu Qing couldn't bear to let go and drove the wheelchair on the street. The more he played, the more fun he got.

In the future, when they retire, a few people will go racing in wheelchairs...

Not better than Boruto?

"Where is your mother-in-law? She has taken her daughter-in-law to her house to celebrate the New Year, but your daughter-in-law is pregnant and won't go back?"

"I said you have Alzheimer's disease? My wife was worried about her identity before."

"Oh, I remembered it."

Wang Zijun patted his head, his memory...

The two of them, one in a wheelchair and the other following behind, were wandering on the street.

The wheelchair can accommodate one more person, but it is too low for two men to sit together. It is impossible to do such a thing now. It would have been about the same a few years ago when we were not married.

Although a man is said to be a boy until he dies, his actual age must also be considered.

"It's so nice not to have a mother-in-law."

"Let your wife hear it?" Xu Qing glanced at him.

"Absolutely not. Who is stupid?"

"Then don't say it, it's of no use."

It's snowing lightly, and driving a wheelchair on the road is inexplicably a unique mood.

Xu Qing almost had the urge to buy one for himself... Bah, buy one for Jiang He so that he could experience it once in a while when he had nothing to do.

Both of them had nothing to do, wandering around, strolling into the flower market, and at the corner of the street, Xu Qing returned the wheelchair, allowing Wang Zijun, the loser, to return to his throne, and he was freed from his status as a loser.

"Have you had enough sitting? Is it fun?"

"It's fun. My wife seems to be out shopping too. I'm afraid she might see her, otherwise I'll sit there for a while." Xu Qing pushed Wang Zijun in from behind.

"It's not enough to grow so many flowers at your house, you still want to see them?"

"Let's go shopping and see how other people do business. By the way, why don't you bring some flowers back to your wife? Surp! Life will be better."

"You are still cool." Wang Zijun was convinced. He had already arrived at the flower market, why didn't he think of bringing a bouquet of flowers back to his wife?

Although after a few years of marriage, the freshness has worn off, and the passion has been tempered by my son, it is quite nice to buy some flowers and watch that silly woman having fun every once in a while.

After all, he was allowed to use a wheelchair when he was fine.

While praising Xu Qing's wit, Wang Zijun drove his wheelchair over to the flower shop.

"By the way, what's the point of sending flowers?"

"She can buy whatever flowers she likes."

"I don't think I particularly like it."

"What color does she like?" Xu Qing asked.

"...White? Yellow? I usually like the ones she draws." Wang Zijun scratched his head.

Xu Qing thought for a moment, "Is there a color you don't like?"

"How would I know."

"Yes, give him a rose. It will save you trouble and stop guessing." Xu Qing was too lazy to bother with him, knowing that he would not get anything out of him if he asked again.

"Is it too vulgar?" Wang Zijun hesitated.

"Then Lily."

"Let's stick to roses. The white ones are not as good as the red ones." This guy made Xu Qing want to push his wheelchair into the ditch.

"Boss! How much does this big bunch cost?" Wang Zijun picked the most gorgeous big bunch on the stall.

Xu Qing pushed him away directly and said sorry to the boss, which made Wang Zijun slap the wheelchair and kept trying to stand up.

"You're not here to express your love, why did you buy so many?!"

"if not?"

"One bouquet, a small surprise, one bouquet is enough. You take such a luxurious bunch for no reason. Don't worry about scaring your wife. I have to think about what you have planned all night."

Xu Qing really regretted suggesting that he buy flowers. Why didn't he think about doing something better? The money was not regarded as money, and the surprise turned into a fright.

"What conspiracy..."

Wang Zijun muttered dissatisfiedly, thinking about it, he couldn't refute it. Indeed, if Song Hui suddenly gave him a flower, he would be pleasantly surprised.

If he suddenly gave such a big gift, he would definitely suspect that this prodigal woman was interested in some kind of bag. If his shoes didn't fall to the ground, he thought he wouldn't be able to sleep well all night.

"Feeling a little too pitiful?"

After buying a bouquet of roses and placing them on the armrest of his wheelchair, Wang Zijun felt shabby again.

"No, there's nothing pitiful about sending you flowers. There's definitely something wrong with your brain."

Xu Qing pushed his wheelchair forward. As he walked, he suddenly said: "Can you still do the magic I taught you?"

"Ah...I forgot about it a long time ago."

"Can you forget this?"

"I don't have any use for it. If I get a girlfriend, I'll just give him a bunch of them. Whoever takes one can go and do magic tricks in poverty."

"I ride on a horse..."

Xu Qing almost cried. This piece of shit really didn't need those bells and whistles before.

"I'll teach you one more time. Just hold the flower like this and place your hands like this. Can't you see it?"

He took the roses from the armrest and taught the guy again the magic trick of turning flowers out of thin air.

As soon as I turned my hand over, the flower suddenly came out of my hand.

"This is good! This is good!"

Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair excitedly.

"Have you learned? You can play like this..." Xu Qing demonstrated and put his hand to Wang Zijun's ear, as if taking flowers out of his ear.

Then he put one hand behind his back and handed the rose to Wang Zijun with the other.

"Again, I haven't seen it clearly yet," Wang Zijun said.

"Watch it..."

The wheelchair stopped on the side of the road. Xu Qing shook off the fine snow on her body and showed her empty hands to Wang Zijun. Then she put her hand next to his ear and pulled out a rose. She handed it to Wang Zijun so that he could practice it by himself.

"Crash la la la..."

There was applause when Wang Zijun took the flowers, and the two of them looked at the passers-by in confusion.

Where are you applauding?
Chapter completed!