When Meng Qing changed her clothes and ran downstairs, there was already a circle of elementary school students in front of the car, and exaggerated admiration broke out from time to time.

Among them was a boy named Huzi, a little boy from Meng Qing's neighbor's family.

He actually used the little genius phone watch to call his friends in the same community one by one: "Come on! There is a dragon in front of my house!"

Surrounded by a group of elementary school students, Lu Zhizhou wasn't embarrassed at all, and looked very proud.

A little girl with shofar braids looked up at Lu Zhizhou adoringly, and asked, "Brother, can I touch the dragon scale?"

"No." Lu Zhizhou said with a straight face, "My wife hasn't touched it yet, so she wants to be the first one."

The little girl's eyes sparkled: "Is your wife a princess?"

Huzi made a phone call and said, "Of course it's the princess. Haven't you heard that dragons always want to catch the princess."

Huzi's voice was bright, and his words caused a group of friends to "wow".

Huzi was complacent, and was planning to tell everyone the story of the dragon and the princess. He glanced around and saw Meng Qing coming out of the unit door. He hurriedly said, "Sister Meng, come and see, there is a dragon here.".”

Meng Qing responded with an awkward smile, put one hand behind her back, and quietly waved to Lu Zhizhou, signaling him to quickly find a way to coax the group of elementary school students away.

But Lu Zhizhou was wrong, he stepped forward and took Meng Qing's hand.

Huzi's eyes are sharp: "Sister Meng is a princess!"

Meng Qing: "..."

The primary school students all looked at Meng Qing.

Someone shouted: "The white dragon has caught the princess!"

Others followed suit.

Meng Qing pushed Lu Zhizhou, got into the car like an ostrich, and urged with a blushing face, "Go, go, go."

The engine roared.

The elementary school students watching said in unison: "Wow! It's Dragon Yin!"

The golden barrage flashed: "For all of you who know each other, it's Dragon Yin."

Meng Qing: "..." silently pulled out the wristband from the seat belt.

The car drove a certain distance, Meng Qing turned her head, and a group of elementary school students chased after the car. The scene was a bit like chasing a bride's wedding car.

Meng Qing shook her head, throwing this thought out of her head: "The car you just bought?"

Lu Zhizhou: "Yes."

"Why did you suddenly buy a car?"

"I want you to ride a dragon."

Meng Qing turned her head to look at him, and Lu Zhizhou's ears were reddened by her. He looked straight ahead and explained, "You don't seem to like to ride a shared bicycle, nor do you want to take a car from a funeral home, so..."

Lu Zhizhou pursed his lips, and continued, "I bought this car with a part of the money from the wedding house."

Meng Qing's heart was pounding.

Marriage room.

Meng Qing turned her face away and pressed her head against the car window.

Lu Zhizhou glanced at her: "What's wrong?"

"Hush——" Meng Qing planned to use her nervousness in the second grade to avoid the question of the wedding car and the wedding room that made her blush, "I'm listening to the dragon chant."

Lu Zhizhou smiled, and stepped on the gas pedal, causing an even louder roar.

Meng Qing held her head and closed her eyes, as if she really heard the dragon chant.

Lu Zhizhou has everything there, moving back to Guhe Street, Meng Qing only needs to bring her own clothes.

When packing, Meng Qing took out a crumpled paper ball from a pair of jeans and unfolded it. The handwriting on the paper ball was smudged by water, and only one sentence was vaguely deciphered.

"Leave Lu Zhizhou, because you..."

After that, the ink blurred into a ball, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Gently, freshly squeezed pomegranate juice." Li Peiqin came over with a glass of pomegranate juice. "How are you packing? Don't bring so many things, just bring enough clothes for a week. Anyway, you'll be back on the weekend."

"Well, come back even on weekends." Meng chuckled and took the cup, stuffed the ball of paper back into the trouser pocket of his jeans, thought for a while, and threw the jeans into the suitcase together.

After packing his luggage, Lu Zhizhou came to pick up Meng Qing.

On a warm sunny afternoon, Meng Qing lived in No. 32, Guhe Street.