Sometimes I feel tired of walking. At this time, I kind of miss Wang Zijun’s wheelchair. If I drive around in a wheelchair and push a stroller...

Well, he is not as shameless as Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun can do what ordinary people can't. He doesn't care about the opinions of others and only does what he wants to do. At this point, Xu Qing must admit that he is not as good as him.

A few birds chirped, and mottled light filtered through the dense branches and leaves on the roadside. Xu Qing stopped and looked around, sat down on a stone leaning on the roadside, and held a stroller to play with his two children.

The father who was walking with his stroller stopped on the roadside and played with his child.

Someone on the other side of the road took a photo of this scene and came over to show it to Xu Qing, while also asking for Xu Qing's opinion.

"What exhibition?" Xu Qing was confused. Looking at the photos taken by the other party, they turned out to be quite good.

"Jiangcheng Photography Exhibition."

"Will you be in the newspaper?"

"Uh..." The other party was caught off guard, Xu Qing succeeded in disrupting his train of thought, and he didn't know Xu Qing's attitude, so he said hesitantly: "If I win the prize... I might win."

"Okay, you can take it and use it. Send me the original copy...Wait a minute, I don't think this pose is cool enough. How about we take another photo?"

"No, no, no...this is the most natural, deliberately posing for pictures will have no effect." The little girl holding the camera was ashamed.

The main subject of the photo is Xu Qing sitting on a stone bench under a big green tree on the roadside, bending over the stroller. The two children inside cannot be photographed, otherwise the twins should be better.

However, Xu Qing's leisurely and loving expression just now was also very good.

Xu Qing asked about the newspaper and added the little girl's WeChat message to wait for her to send the photos.

Then Xu Wenbin will see it, hahahaha...

Thinking of that scene, Xu Qing wanted to laugh with her hands on her hips.

I don’t know if it was because I was whipped too hard with the belt before, but whenever I got the chance, I wanted to show off to Xu Wenbin.

Qin Hao married the big pigtail he saved. Now every time he goes home and sees Qin Hao and his wife on the balcony, he recounts the things he did bravely for justice, fearing that Xu Wenbin would forget.

The afternoon wind blew slowly. Xu Qing looked at the time and took a slow walk with his stroller to the old house. Jiang He's flower shop was not too far from Beiwang Road.

Uncle Zhao was sitting under the parasol as usual, working as a wage earner, with a thermos cup at his hand.

"Uncle Zhao, rest?"

"Well, take the kids out to play?"

"Walking around casually and being bored all the time is not good for the children."

Xu Qing laughed, went to the security room, found a disposable paper cup, and came over to drink his tea.

"Now that I'm a father, it doesn't seem to have changed at all." Uncle Zhao looked at Xu Qing's appearance and smacked his lips.

"The changes are huge. We are so familiar that you can't tell. Look at the figure, look at these muscles..."

"Stop bending your little arms."

"hey-hey."

Uncle Zhao held the cup and took a sip. There were already some gray hairs on his temples, but he was in good spirits and joked with Xu Qing.

I have watched him grow up and have girlfriends, and now that he is a father, we are familiar with him, whether we are elders or juniors, or have been friends for many years.

After Xu Qing moved away, he felt a little lonely.

Two people were sitting at the door of the community, each holding a cup of tea, and there was a large stroller beside them.

Under a tree not far away in the community, Uncle Zhao's grandson is no longer the little kid he was before. He has grown a lot. He does not go to school on weekends and plays under the tree with his mobile phone. He can faintly hear the sound of the army attacking.

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There was a chubby kid standing next to him, but he didn't have a mobile phone. He was posing and walking, looking very serious. His eyes kept looking here and he was too embarrassed to come over and say anything.

When you get older and understand things better, you won't be embarrassed to chase after others and ask the master to learn martial arts.

However, his intention to practice martial arts has not changed. The heroic figure of Jiang He holding a dog with one hand like a goddess of war was deeply imprinted in his mind. He has always believed that there is martial arts in this world.

"That kid is practicing martial arts?" Xu Qing looked interesting. In his mind, it seemed that when he lived here, there was a little chubby boy following Jiang He to learn kung fu.

"Well, I often see him practicing. Not to mention, it is very useful for losing weight. He is strong and makes him happy. In that fight, one of them beat two and he still didn't suffer a loss."

"This kid has a future."

Xu Qing nodded. His Zamabu posture was very standard. He had not deformed for so long and was much stronger than he was before.

"That little Jiang of yours opened a flower shop to sell flowers?"

"Well, it's right over there. Walk three ways and it's around the corner."

Xu Qing gently rocked the stroller and raised her finger to point in the distance.

"really not bad."

Uncle Zhao praised him and smiled proudly as if he remembered something.

"The police asked you about your wife before. Your Aunt Cheng and I both said that she has lived here for several years and has been here for a long time. You usually buy food and cook, and your life is pretty good." Uncle Zhao lowered his voice slightly and said.

, holding the cup and drinking water, the wrinkles on the corners of the eyebrows relaxed with the movement of raising eyebrows, "Your Aunt Cheng didn't even say anything about holding a knife when she first came here. How about it? I told you before that you guys are living a good life.

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"Haha, thanks to you, Uncle Zhao."

When I first arrived, I had a knife...

Xu Qing thought for a while, and it seemed that the first person Jiang He met was Aunt Cheng, and he had always ignored it.

No matter what, those things have passed, and the little old lady is now the flower shop owner.
Chapter completed!