My Wife is From a Thousand Years Ago

  Chapter 330 A Good Way to Improve IQ

It stands to reason that the mid-life crisis is still quite anxious. It is no longer at the age of twenty, and there is no endless energy. It is not as adapted to the emerging industries of society as young people. The most important thing is to have a family and children. Bonding is much more to consider than when you are barefoot and fearless.

  Xu Qing's mid-life crisis is different.

  This product does not have the consciousness of unemployed vagrants. He wanders around every day, holding a tablet and doesn’t know what to see, as if he gave himself a vacation. .

  If there is not a film review number to support him, Jiang He even suspects that this guy will be prepared to succumb to her, and work together as a husband and wife file to make the flower shop bigger and stronger.

  After more than ten consecutive years of creation, once liberated, he was even radiant.

  "Workers must first sharpen their tools if they want to do well."

  Xu Qing held the thermos cup very calmly, took a sip, and continued to draw on the tablet.

   "Are you going to do something big?" Wang Zijun looked carefully on his face, trying to see what useful information.

   "Nothing big, by the way, do you lend me a wheelchair for two days?"

   Wang Zijun: "? Why do you suddenly want to play with my wheelchair?" He even thought that Xu Qing came out to borrow his wheelchair.

  Xu Qing lifted his legs demonstratively and explained: “I mainly feel that leaving my feet off the ground is good for my thinking, like this.”

  "……"

"Then you can also bask in the sun and blow the air at any time, and play with the laptop. The two cubs go to school. I am too idle at home, and it is troublesome to go to the store. So it’s best to be outside. Xun Jing, if there is a wheelchair that goes and stops, it would be perfect."

  Prince Jun was dumbfounded for a moment, he left the wheelchair suspiciously, and gave the throne to Xu Qing. Seeing Xu Qing sitting on it with a thermos cup, he felt that this product seemed to be more suitable for a wheelchair.

  Thinking about Xu Qing's affairs, he couldn't help but said: "What about us...If you don't do the video stuff, don't do it, don't think about it.

  Xu Qing was too lazy to pay attention to him, and looked around in the wheelchair. Now Wang Zijun is not as obsessed with wheelchairs as he was in the past two years. He only sits out and turns around when he gets bored occasionally, but the transformation of the wheelchair has never stopped.

  Even automatic navigation is added, as well as car CD, earphones and built-in speakers. If the function is fully turned on...

  Thinking about that kind of scene, what came to Xu Qing's mind was a race named Kill Matt many years ago, riding a motorcycle with a subwoofer in the back seat whizzing through the streets and alleys.

   "Renaissance." Xu Qing patted the armrest of the wheelchair.

   Wang Zijun asked: "What is the revival?"

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

   "Beep."

  Xu Qing, who borrowed a wheelchair, drove it toot and wandered around Jiangcheng for a long time. When they appeared outside the Jiang He store, Gong Ping and Jiang He were both taken aback.

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

   "Men always have strange thoughts."

   Jiang He calmly said, this guy even eats shit, and it’s no surprise to play with a wheelchair.

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

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

  Xu Qing hugged the winter melon and put it on her lap, and then prepared to drive out.

  "Did you drive badly?"

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

  It seems to make sense...

   Gong Ping couldn't vomit out.

   Normally, shouldn’t it be driving over to pick up Jiang He for a drive?

  Wai Mao drove a wheelchair to pick up winter melon for a ride?

  Looking at the back of Xu Qing driving away in the wheelchair, Gong Ping retracted her gaze and glanced at Jiang He.

   "Don't look, learn quickly, the nine-flowers should be placed like this, otherwise it will appear scattered..." Jiang He urged.

  The improper appearance made Gong Ping an eye-opener. What kind of fairy couple is this? Your husband just came here in a wheelchair!

  Jiang He's fingers are particularly dexterous, perhaps because of his familiarity, a few thorny flowers with wrapping paper, fiddling with her in her hand, tying the laces, and immediately becoming upscale.

  The delicate flower bouquet appeared in Jiang He's hand. Seeing her serious and focused expression, a strand of hair fell to the side of her ear, Gong Ping was in a daze.

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

   "What are you talking about?" Jiang He was a little bit dumbfounded, "Have you learned?"

   "Oh, really, ingenious, good-looking, I'm not working anymore, I'm about to bend."

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

   "Will he be hit, and have some problems?"

   "Think too much."

   Jiang He continued to organize the bouquet. Xu Qing must have some conspiracy. Maybe he was thinking about taking a big holiday and having fun. Before going out to play, he had to prepare some videos in advance.

   "Seeing that he has nothing to do now, you can't help him in the flower shop, right?"

"Why can't it?" Jiang He asked with a smile, stopped his movements for a moment, and continued: "He hasn't actually been idle, he just can take a break. It looks like nothing is going on, but in fact he keeps holding the tablet in his hand while writing things. ."

  At first when she was most embarrassed, Xu Qing stretched out her hand, now...

   Jiang He looked at the delicate bouquet in his hand.

  Who can tell that she is actually an illiterate old lady who doesn’t understand anything?

   "And even if it's all right, what if I raise him."

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

   "No, he would say let me give up."

  ……

  It’s the most comfortable experience to drive a wheelchair—especially in the spring, when it’s not cold, not irritable, and the breeze is blowing in the afternoon.

  Slowly, walking on the road, different from the need to pay attention to the road conditions when driving, there will be traffic lights and traffic jams when you take a few steps, where you want to go or stop with a strong target.

Sitting in a wheelchair, just like walking, you can walk aimlessly on the street, watch the familiar scenery on the side of the road, stop under a tree to rest, take a tablet to read the news, pass by the milk tea shop, have a drink, stop as you go .

  You can also feel the noise of the street, a sense of alienation from being in the bustling, but sitting on the sidelines, sitting in a wheelchair, this mood is even more obvious.

  He did not joking with Wang Zijun. It is more conducive to thinking than sitting quietly on a park bench...

People need to think about it often. Every day changes. Every day experiences a lot of things, like ocean waves. There are ups and downs. After a period of time, reflect and summarize, let yourself settle down, and then encounter similar experiences. Only then can you have better performance.

  Quietness can only go far. This tranquility refers to the tranquility of the soul, being able to grasp oneself, and then grasp other things.

  Xu Qing hugs the cat, it is easy to feel tranquility, this kind of comfort is more comfortable than blowing on the air conditioner at home, and even a little drowsy.

  It’s not alright to fall asleep, afraid that Donggua would jump out to play and get lost. He held the winter gourd and pushed the wheelchair, Dudu drove to the milk tea shop next to him, ordered two cups of kumquat lemon, and thought about adding another one.

The young girl in the milk tea shop was a little sympathetic to this handsome man in a wheelchair, and the couple next to him also promptly said to do him first and take care of the disabled. Even though Xu Qing declined several times, they still insisted.

  Considering the impact of standing up, Xu Qing considered repeatedly and accepted their kindness with a little shame. As long as there is a wheelchair brother like Wang Zijun, it is enough.

  Hanging the bag of three cups of kumquat lemons by the wheelchair, Xu Qing drove back to the flower shop, but found that Jiang He was alone, and the old woman was gone.

   "Today's flower bag is enough, there is no more for her to study."

   "Bought too much." Xu Qing felt it was a pity to waste.

   "Then I have two drinks!"

  Jiang He bit a cup of straw and needs another cup.

  In the past, the plastic straw became a paper straw, and then it changed back to plastic—because that thing is really anti-human. When paired with a paper straw, a plastic stamp is also given to poke the film before inserting the straw.

   is very magical. If Xu Qing hadn't experienced it personally, he would probably be regarded as a Soviet joke.

   "Why are you driving this?" Jiang He kicked the wheelchair lightly.

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

"This is conducive to the operation of the brain. People will think more when their feet are off the ground. This is proven by scientific research. Think about it. Is it easier to think a lot when you sleep at night? It's because your feet are off the ground. "

  He was serious nonsense, Jiang He watched him silently.

  If you could have been fooled by this stuff before, it’s impossible now.

   "I am the destiny." Xu Qing took a sip of kumquat lemon and sighed comfortably.

  There are milk tea, cats, wives, and wheelchairs, and we are all alive.

  Jiang He leaned on the door of the store with his arms folded, and curled his lips when he heard the words, "Heavenly fart."

  "Well, in the past few years we have been married, we have been busy taking care of the two babies, or busy working with your flower shop. I finally got down and want to take you to play."

  "What should they do?"

   "Bring them to my dad for a few days and it's okay."

  Xu Qing lowered his head and swiped the tablet, and wanted to take Jiang He to a concert. He had never been to the scene before, so it would be a pity not to experience it.

  I opened the website and found out that an out-of-the-ordinary street singer started a concert but couldn't get a ticket. This is ridiculous.

   "Xu...qing?"

  A hesitant voice, as if not sure.

"Ok?"

  Xu Qing turned her head, couldn't help being startled, and immediately smiled, "I almost didn't recognize it."

   "I don't dare to recognize it." Zhu Tingting looked at the wheelchair under Xu Qing with complicated eyes. He didn't expect him to look like this now.

  "This is Jiang He, this is Zhu Tingting, old classmate." When he met an old classmate, Xu Qing introduced Jiang He who was drinking milk tea with a straw in his mouth.

"Hello there."

   Jiang He smiled and said hello, then tilted his head, as if thinking about something, his eyes drifted from Xu Qing.

"Hello there."

   "This is my wife." Xu Qing pointed to Jiang He and smiled.

  Zhu Tingting was startled for a moment, and then took a closer look at Jiang He.

   "Back to Jiangcheng?"

   "No, come to Jiangcheng for a business trip."

   "Oh, it's good, I can come back and have a look."

Two people said a few words casually. Jiang He finished drinking the kumquat lemon, and the straw in the empty cup squeaked. He threw away the empty cup and took the other cup hanging on Xu Qing's wheelchair. Then he hesitated to give it to him. This woman, be polite.

  "Do you open a flower shop?"

"Well, I don't like to go to work. I can only live like this by doing business." Xu Qing sat in a wheelchair holding winter melon, turned around and helped Jiang He poke the straw away, "If you need it... I'll give you eight. fold."

  Jiang He saw the visitor, stuffed Xu Qing with the cup in his hand, so that he could hold it, and turned around to sell flowers.

   "You are already married."

   "The child is almost in elementary school. The two brothers and sisters fight every day."

  "……"

   "Aren't you still unmarried?"

   "What are you talking about, what is this?" Zhu Tingting rolled her eyelids, raised her palms, revealing the rings on her fingers.

"congratulations."

  Xu Qing looked back. Jiang He, the miser, seemed to have never been reluctant to wear her gold ring. He had long known to get her a stainless steel one to wear for work.

   "What do you want?" Jiang He returned to the store and asked while looking at the two people outside. Seeing Xu Qing looking back, she looked away nonchalantly.

   "Lily."

"Twenty-eight."

   Picking out a bunch of lilies and handing it out, Jiang He looked outside the shop again. Xu Qing was lowering his head and touching the winter melon, not talking. Instead, the woman carried the bag and shook it in her hand, without the intention of leaving.

  After paying the money to send away the people, she came out and retrieved her kumquat lemon from Xu Qing's arms.

   "Your legs..." Zhu Tingting finally couldn't help but ask. The once cheerful big boy, but only in his thirties, was already sitting in a wheelchair in front of the flower shop to bask in the sun, looking very lonely.

   "It was beaten by me." Jiang He let go of the straw and said in a voice.

  "……"

  "……"

   "Oh, I have to pick up the child from school." Xu Qing handed the winter melon out, by the way, hooked the back of Jiang He's hand with her little finger, and squeezed her eyes at her.

   "Reversing, please pay attention, reversing, please pay attention..."

  Reversing and steering while driving the wheelchair, this set is very skillful-all designed by Wang Zijun, the operation is simple and smooth.

   Gululu...

  The wheelchair was walking on the concrete slab of the sidewalk, making a slight noise.

  (End of this chapter)