Logically speaking, the midlife crisis is quite anxious. It is no longer twenty years old and has no energy to use. It is not as good as young people to adapt to emerging industries in society. The most important thing is that with the ties between family and children, there is much more to consider than when they are barefoot and are not afraid of the earth.

Xu Qing’s midlife crisis is different.

This guy has no sense of being an unemployed vagrant. He wanders around every day, holding his tablet and doesn't know what to look at, as if he was giving himself a vacation.

If there weren't any movie reviews that could support him, Jiang He would even suspect that this guy would be ready to surrender to her and work together to make the flower shop bigger and stronger.

After more than ten years of creation, once he was liberated, he was even full of glory.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools."

Xu Qing held the thermos and calmly held it, took a sip, and continued to slap on the tablet.

"You want to do something big?" Wang Zijun looked carefully on his face, trying to see some useful information.

"No big deal, by the way, you lend me a wheelchair for two 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 in an exemplary manner and explained: "The main feeling is that my feet are off the ground, which is conducive to my thinking, like this..."

“…”

"Then you can also bask in the sun and blow the wind outside at any time, hold your laptop and play with them. The two kids go to school. I am too idle at home alone, and it is troublesome to go to the store. So it's best to be outside. It's a good time to find peace in the midst of the noise. If you have a wheelchair and stop as you go, it's perfect."

Wang Zijun was stunned for a moment, suspiciously left the wheelchair and gave the throne to Xu Qing. Seeing Xu Qing sitting on the thermos, he felt that this guy seemed to be more suitable for a wheelchair.

Thinking of Xu Qing's incident, he couldn't help but say, "What... if we don't do the video, don't do it, don't be overthinking it."

Xu Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him and looked around in the wheelchair. Now Wang Zijun is no longer as obsessed with wheelchairs as he did in the past two years. He only sat out and took a walk when he was bored, but the transformation of the wheelchair has never stopped.

It even has automatic navigation, and there are also car D, headphones and built-in speakers. If the functions are fully turned on...

After thinking about that kind of scene, what emerged in Xu Qing's mind was a race named Shamatt many years ago. He rode a motorcycle with a subwoofer on the back seat and whizzed past the streets and alleys.

"It's Renaissance." Xu Qing patted the wheelchair armrest.

Wang Zijun asked: "What's the renewal?"

Xu Qing pointed at his hair and said, "You should dye your hair red."

"whispering sound."

Xu Qing, who borrowed a wheelchair, drove it to Jiangcheng for a long time. When he appeared outside Jianghe's shop, Gong Ping and Jiang He were both stunned.

"Is he... there is something wrong here?" Gong Ping hesitated.

“Men always have some strange thoughts.”

Jiang He said calmly, this guy even eats shit, and it’s nothing strange for him to play with a wheelchair.

"What are you planning to do?" She asked when she saw Xu Qing coming in a wheelchair.

"I'll pick up the winter melon and take it for a ride."

Xu Qing carried the winter melon and put it on his legs, and then prepared to boil it out.

“Is it not good to drive?”

"I have to find a parking space and get a ticket on the side of the road. What's the point?"

It seems to make sense...

Gong Ping couldn't spit it out.

Normally, it shouldn’t be driving over and picking Jiang He for a ride?

Is it a wheelchair to pick up a winter melon for a ride?

Seeing Xu Qing's back as he left in a wheelchair, Gong Ping withdrew her gaze and looked at Jiang He.

"Stop reading, learn quickly. Jiuduo's should be placed like this, otherwise it will appear scattered..." Jiang He urged.

The look of not taking it seriously opened Gong Ping's eyes wide. What kind of fairy couple is this?

Jiang He's fingers were particularly clever, perhaps because of his familiarity. A few thorn-made flowers and wrapping paper were fiddled with in her hands, tied the laces, and immediately became high-end.

The exquisite flower bow appeared on Jiang He's hand. Seeing her serious and focused expression, a strand of hair hangs on her ears, Gong Ping was in a daze.

"If I were a man, I would definitely fall in love with you."

"What are you saying?" Jiang He was a little amused and crying, "Have you learned it?"

"Oh, really, I'm skillful and beautiful, I can't do it anymore, I'm almost bent."

Gong Ping put down the wrapping paper in her hand and sat on the chair. She wanted to touch the winter melon, but she remembered that the winter melon was taken away by the guy in a wheelchair.

"Will he be hit? Have some problems?"

"I thought too much."

Jiang He continued to organize the bouquets. Xu Qing must have had some conspiracy. Maybe he was thinking about having a big vacation and having fun. When he went out to play, he had to prepare some videos in advance.

"Looking at his vain now, you can't open a flower shop to raise him, right?"

"Why can't it?" Jiang He asked with a smile, stopped and thought for a while, and continued: "He hasn't been idle before, and he can take a break. It seems nothing is wrong, but in fact he's always holding a tablet in his hand and remembering things."

When she was in the most embarrassing situation, Xu Qing stretched out his hand, now...

Jiang He looked at the exquisite bouquet in his hand.

Who can tell that she is actually an illiterate old lady who knows nothing?

"And even if I have nothing to do, so what if I raise him."

"Let Xu Qing know that he should be moved to death."

"No, he will say let me give up."

...

It is really the most comfortable enjoyment to drive a wheelchair, especially in this spring afternoon when it is neither cold nor impatient, and the breeze blows.

Walking slowly and walking on the road is different from the need to pay attention to the road conditions when driving. There will be traffic lights and traffic jams after a few steps. You are very targeted and you will go wherever you want or where you stop.

Sitting in a wheelchair is like walking, you can wander aimlessly on the street, see the familiar scenery on the roadside, stop under the trees to rest, take a tablet to read the news, pass by the milk tea shop and have a drink, stop as you walk.

You can also feel the noise on the streets, feel a sense of alienation when you are in a prosperous state but are cold-eyed and watching. Sitting in a wheelchair, this mood is even more obvious.

He did not joke with Wang Zijun, which was more conducive to thinking than sitting alone on a park bench...

People need to think about it frequently. Every day changes, and every day experiences a lot of things, like waves, and reflect and summarize them every time, so that they can settle down well and then experience similar experiences to show better performance.

Only tranquility can lead to far-reaching. This tranquility refers to the tranquility of the mind, the ability to grasp oneself and then grasp other things.

Xu Qing hugged the cat and easily felt the tranquility. This comfort is more comfortable than blowing the air conditioner at home, and even a little drowsy.

It was not good to fall asleep. I was afraid that the winter melon would jump out and play and get lost. He held the winter melon and pressed the wheelchair, dumb to the milk tea shop next to him, ordered two cups of kumquats and lemons, and thought about it and added another cup.

The little girl in the milk tea shop felt a little sympathetic to the handsome guy in a wheelchair. The couple next to her also said at the right time that they would do his first and take care of the disabled. Although Xu Qing refused several times, they still insisted.

Considering the impact of standing up, Xu Qing thought about it over and over again and accepted their kindness with a little ashamed. He only needs one wheelchair brother like Wang Zijun.

Hanging the bag of three cups of kumquats and lemons next to the wheelchair, Xu Qing drove back and arrived at the flower shop, but found that Jiang He was the only one left, and the old woman was gone.

"Today's flower bags are enough, and there is no need for her to learn."

"I bought too much." Xu Qing felt that it was a pity to waste.

"Then I'll have two drinks!"

Jiang He bit a cup of straw and asked for another cup.

In the past, plastic straws turned into paper straws, but later they became plastic because that thing was really anti-human. When paired with paper straws, you also had to give a plastic poke to poke the film and then insert the straw.

It was very magical. If Xu Qing hadn't experienced it personally, he would probably have regarded it as a joke by the Soviet Union.

"Why do you want to drive this?" Jiang He gently kicked the wheelchair.

"Don't kick, what should I do if the kick is broken?" Xu Qing drove out in a wheelchair in dissatisfaction and went to the flower shop to bask in the sun.

"This is conducive to the brain's function. People will think more when their feet are off the ground. This is proven by scientific research. Think about it, is it easy to think a lot when you go to bed at night? It's because your feet leave the ground."

He was talking nonsense seriously, and Jiang He looked at him and didn't say anything.

If I had probably been fooled by this guy in the past, it would have been impossible now.

"I am destiny." Xu Qing sipped a sip of kumquats and lemons and sighed comfortably.

There are milk tea, cats, wives, and wheelchairs, and they all live together.

Jiang He leaned against the door of the store with his arms in his arms, and curled his lips when he heard this, "What a fool."

"Oh, in the past few years we have been married, we are either busy taking care of two children or working on your flower shop. We have finally gotten idle and want to take you to have fun."

"What should they do?"

"It's okay to take my dad and the others for a few days."

Xu Qing lowered his head and stroked the flatbed, wanting to take Jiang He to a concert. He has never been to the scene before, so it would be a pity not to experience it.

Open the website and see, the outdated singer can't get tickets when he holds a concert, which is outrageous.

"Xu...qing?"
To be continued...