My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 306 Who is not a waste

  "The horsepower is strong, and the Toshiba brushless motor is used. The cushion here is also customized, and it has been completely remodeled."

   "I also changed the BYD battery. It has a large capacity. More than 300 kilometers is nothing. I originally wanted to install two. Considering the weight, I gave up."

  On the street in Xiaocheng, Wang Zijun was sitting in a wheelchair, Xu Qing walked around and tried to push two steps. .

  Listening to Wang Zi Junxu's chatter, he endured it and didn't ask what was going on.

  This is already the case, and it’s useless to ask.

   "It's amazing." He nodded to meet Wang Zijun's gaze, and followed Wang Zijun's words in praise. The last time Wang Zijun had such stars in his eyes, he was still talking about his car enthusiastically.

   At the age of less than thirty, there was an accident on both legs. Seeing the old brother in the wheelchair, Xu Qing couldn't tell what it was like.

  Obviously, the last time we met was fine.

  Last year, when he was so energetic, he showed off his son whenever he met. How could it be like this?

  "This is better than a car, no need to find a parking space!" Wang Zijun patted the wheelchair armrest, turned sideways for a half circle, and turned his head to drive away: "Go, no need to push, I still have electricity."

   "Okay, I won't push."

  Xu Qing nodded, let go of the handle, and watched Wang Zijun fiddle with the arrow keys on the armrest. There was a moment of silence, and she couldn't help but feel a little sour.

  "This blanket, fold up and cover your legs, spread out to cover the whole body, see..."

  Wang Zijun shook the piece of cloth and signaled Xu Qing to step back a little. Then, without knowing where to hold it, the back of the wheelchair tilted down, he half-leaned on it, and raised his eyebrows toward Xu Qing.

   "Find a place with the sun, I can just lie down like this, and I can sleep."

  Xu Qing grinned and nodded in cooperation.

  The world is fickle, and it is not easy to be so optimistic.

   "Oh, enjoying this kind of life ahead of time, life is so lonely as snow." Wang Zijun sighed, adjusted the backrest back to its original position, pressed the button again, walked forward, stopped and said: "Walking?"

   "Let's go around."

  "Then come over and push, otherwise I'm afraid you can't keep up."

"Ok."

  Xu Qing didn't say much, if it is okay to walk manually, press the switch to automatically, the speed will be faster than normal walking.

   "Last time you said nothing was interesting, a gloomy look, is it interesting now?"

   "Interesting." Wang Zijun smiled.

   "Oh, there is always something to go through."

  The afternoon sun fell on the two people. Xu Qing slowly pushed Wang Zijun down the street behind him, her mentality changed a lot unknowingly.

"I was idle before, and I went around here for a long time, and found that everything is so good. It is much more comfortable than driving in the car before." Wang Zijun pointed his finger into the distance and said: "I just found out, people, the best Slow down, sitting in a wheelchair, and sitting in a car, what you see is different."

   "There are gains and losses. Would you like to drink something?" Xu Qing asked.

   "No, it's inconvenient to pee. I'm afraid that someone will steal the wheelchair for me."

   "Who is so wicked..."

  While talking, when he reached the front steps, Xu Qing stopped and looked around, to see if he could find an enthusiastic guy to lift it up.

  The wheelchair itself is not too heavy, so Wang Zijun can't help it if he sits on it.

   Then Wang Zijun got off the wheelchair, bent over and lifted the wheelchair up the steps, and then sat back.

   "???"

  Xu Qing was stunned.

   "Go." Wang Zijun urged.

  The few pedestrians passing by can't help but look sideways, suspecting that they have just been dazzled, and that the wheelchair-bound self ran down and lifted it?

  Good fellow.

  Direct good guys.

  Xu Qing looked around subconsciously, returning his eyes to Wang Zijun's face.

  He suspected that he was not awake.

   "Aren't you...you...special..."

   "Making a fuss, I want to sit on it, can you lift it?" Wang Zijun glanced at him.

  "……"

  Dogdan!

  Xu Qing's mentality collapsed, and he grabbed Wang Zijun's arm and pulled him up.

   "What's wrong with your legs?! What's wrong?"

   "Oh, don't knock, I'm fine, I didn't say that my leg was broken."

   "It's okay to take a few wheelchairs!"

  Xu Qing couldn't help but swear, is this guy mentally ill?

   "Who said you can't use a wheelchair if it's not broken? I spent so much money to modify it myself..."

  Wang Zijun ran into the wheelchair, pressed the switch, Dudu ran forward.

  Xu Qing stepped forward to chase after.

  "Don't make trouble! Be careful, I drive a wheelchair and hit you!"

  "……"

  Walking to the traffic light, Xu Qing finally understood what was going on. This thing was the new toy Wang Zijun was looking for.

  There is only an empty shell of a wheelchair, and the other motor batteries are modified by myself.

  It can be electric and hand-cranked, with sufficient power and strong horsepower. It can drive around from the morning to the afternoon, and there is still a lot of electricity left.

  "Are you sick? Are you sick? I thought you were terminally ill. Running around in a wheelchair." Xu Qing was so angry that he knew such a dog.

   "Almost, I would be terminally ill if it weren't for this wheelchair." Old Wang Zijun was sitting on the ground with a blanket on his lap.

   "You can stroll around by yourself, I'm going back."

   "Don't, walk around with me, would you like to sit down for a while?"

   "Go!"

   "Seriously, do you want to get one for you, this thing is really exciting to sit."

"I……"

  Xu Qing opened his mouth and waved his hand weakly.

   "I'm normal, thank you."

   "Walk around and have coffee together."

  Wang Wang Zijun dragged him alive, and in the morning, he was walking around alone.

  At Starbucks, Wang Zijun ordered an oversized cup, held it in the wheelchair, and slowly opened it to the table by the window, raising his eyebrows at Xu Qing: "Bring your own chair, how about?"

  Xu Qing didn't bother to talk to him.

  "Will there be some disrespect for those who really do that?" After a pause, he gestured.

  "What disrespect is there?" Wang Zijun was surprised.

   "You can come down and move by yourself when you encounter steps." Xu Qing still feels magical now.

  Have you ever seen a wheelchair driver come down on the stairs and carry it up?

   "Am I a trash?" Wang Zijun asked.

  Xu Qing was speechless...Finally, he was in a wheelchair, so it was really okay to say that.

  After drinking afternoon tea together, Wang Zijun showed off his baby in all aspects, including sitting on it and playing games, stopping at the side of the road, and walking as he pleases. It is convenient to do anything.

   Then he drove the wheelchair to find the navigation on the mobile phone. It seemed that he was going to drive the wheelchair back.

  ……

  Back home.

  Jiang He is holding his pen and notebook on the balcony to study flowers.

  Xu Qing touched his head and sat on the sofa. After thinking about it for a long time, he took the phone to find out the Wechat of Wang Zijun and his wife.

  Wang Zijun helped Song Hui to promote the painting, and Xu Qing helped to repost it. He also put Song Hui’s advertisement at the end of the film review. He is not familiar with each other and is not unfamiliar.

  Hesitated for a moment, he organized the wording and sent it.

   "Sister-in-law, did you know that the prince got a wheelchair?"

  Song Hui returned quickly, "Did he play with you in a wheelchair?"

   "Well... he seems to be a little bit wrong, have you considered looking for a psychiatrist"

   "I have looked for it a long time ago, this is a way for him to relieve stress."

  Through communicating with Song Hui, Xu Qing knew that Wang Zijun’s wheelchair was not just for him, and he drove it out a week ago.

  In the first two months, this guy looked haggard and went to see a doctor, but it turned out to be depressive.

  I went to the review yesterday, there is no problem anymore.

  To put it simply, on the eve of depression, this guy had healed himself, leaning on a carefully modified wheelchair.

  Xu Qing is holding the phone, feeling that there is no way to vomit.

  Wealthy people can really play. Depression is more serious than being in a wheelchair...it’s hard to say which one is more serious.

  "Which little sister are you chatting with?" Jiang He stood on the terrace, poking his head out of the window.

   "I..." Xu Qing tilted her head, as if something was wrong.

  "Does it look like that, the little girl in love?" Jiang He asked, lying on the windowsill.

   "Like, but I advise you not to learn anymore."

   "Hey, are you surprised?"

   "I announce that the learning modern project is terminated, and you will be over in a mess." Xu Qing threw the phone aside and squeezed Jiang He's face in the past, "You are now a woman who is about to be a mother, not a girl."

   Jiang He looks like a **** looking from outside the window.

   "What's wrong with that big dog? I don't know where he is going when I see you pushing him."

   "He has nothing to do, just idle. I almost thought that I was the protagonist, and the people who were close to me were okay." Xu Qing walked around from the living room to the balcony, helping Jiang He with the flowers and plants.

  At that time, seeing Wang Zijun driving in a wheelchair, he felt mixed.

  As a result, this cargo is loaded.

   "He said to send me a wheelchair, I didn't want to... It's really something wrong. I'm 50 years ahead of my peers, and I abandoned my two legs early."

  "Did you play?" Jiang He was surprised.

   "Well... Except for not having to find a parking space, I really can't think of a better aspect than a car." Xu Qing couldn't understand the magic of this thing, so Wang Zijun was so fascinated.

   "Modern people are so fun."

   Jiang He dropped the conclusion, put the watering bottle aside, touched his waist and sat on the wicker chair.

  As time goes by, her belly is getting bigger and bigger, and the twins are a bit bigger than the pregnant women in the same period.

  Fortunately, he has a foundation in martial arts. Apart from some inconveniences, he is not very tired and has no problems.

  If it were her time, it would be no problem to go down to the field with the basket on her back now-but the times have changed, and Jiang He feels that he has to pretend to be more tired, just like others.

  Otherwise, other pregnant women hurt here and there. She jumped up and down while holding the sword, which is not suitable, really not suitable.

  After dinner.

   Jiang He was enjoying the cool on the terrace, blowing the evening breeze, and started rubbing his hands and shouting that his shoulders were sore.

  "You are rubbing your wrists, not your shoulders. If you want to show your shoulders are sore, you should rub your shoulders to be more convincing."

  Xu Qing came out to help her squeeze her shoulders. Although she knew that the little old lady was pretending, who would call her a pregnant woman.

  Just tell her that she knows she is pretending, and she knows that he knows she is pretending, and then she will pinch it for her.

  The night sky is shining with stars, and the lights in the house are reflected from the windows. There is some light on the terrace without turning on the lights, but if the lights are turned on, it will be a little too bright.

  The wind was blowing in the dark and quiet environment, looking up at the starry sky above, Xu Qing felt like sitting in the village with her grandfather to enjoy the cool when she was a child.

  "The speed of light is hundreds of thousands of kilometers per second. What we saw during the day was the sun eight minutes ago, right?" Jiang He was pinched by him, hummed comfortably, looked at the stars in the distance, and said.

   "Well, that's right." Xu Qing didn't remember the specific data, anyway, it was correct after several minutes.

  He was a little surprised by Jiang He's memory, he could accurately say eight minutes...I will check if he said it casually in a moment.

   "Then if you go a little further away, can you see the sun ten minutes ago?"

   "It's a lot farther."

   "Relatively speaking, standing on the sun, what you see is the earth ten minutes ago." Jiang He pointed his finger on his chin and pondered.

   "If you can stand on the sun." Xu Qing said casually.

   "Then... if it's super far away, many tens of thousands of times, can you see the earth hundreds of years ago?"

  "……"

   Hearing Jiang He’s words, Xu Qing raised his eyes and looked at the night sky, “In theory...you should not have that good eyesight, and the earth will not shine, and there are many stars in the middle that will block it.”

"Oh."

   "If these conditions are true, you have to go to a place tens of thousands of times farther to see the earth in an instant...With that kind of ability, you can already travel through the past, the present, and the future every second."

  "Am I already shuttled?"

   "...what you said makes sense." Xu Qing shook his head and smiled, then paused and said, "Homesick?"

  Go to a super far place to see the earth a thousand years ago, probably only she can think of it...

"No."

   "I just wanted to."

   "Okay... Actually, I suddenly felt that those things were far away from me, the same as in my previous life." Jiang He whispered.

"It's normal, you see, if you start to remember things at the age of six, by the age of eighteen, you have lived with memory for twelve years, and then from the age of eighteen to the present, it is more than four years-without you in modern times At that time, it was so boring, with all kinds of dazzling information, and the Internet. It was so easy to cover the twelve years before you in four years."

   "It looks like a dream."

   "You can't dream about things you haven't seen, so all this is real."

  "Is that so?" Jiang He was a little surprised.

   "There is no material, how do you dream? Unless you have seen it but forgot." Xu Qing laughed, "have you learned it again?"

  He vaguely remembered that when he had an indescribable dream for the first time in his adolescence, he dreamed of a bunch of mosaics...

  "Will you people from Jianghu bring a wooden sign in your bag? If you want, you can find someone to make one. I have nothing to taboo."

   "No, you watch too much TV."

  This stupid guy always regards costume TV as a reality.

  Jiang He looked at Yuankong, the breeze blew, she wrapped her clothes, and lowered her head to touch her belly.

  The rattan chair shook lightly twice, making a slight sound.

  This year, at the end of autumn in November, Xu Qing was taking care of Jiang He who was pregnant. He returned to the house from the terrace and took a bucket to fill with hot water to help her relax by soaking her feet.

  In another corner of Jiangcheng, Wang Zijun was pulled by his son's hair, put him on his shoulders, and hummed nursery rhymes.

  On the dark street, Qin Hao rode a small electric donkey. On the way home, he felt the light upstairs in his heart.

  (End of this chapter)