It's never been like this before.

Without any distracting thoughts, just kissing, which lasted for nearly an hour.

Meng Qing pressed her swollen mouth against the cold windowpane, looking at the snow outside the window.

The snow stopped at some point, and looking out the window, there was only a little white hanging on the spire of the house, and the ground was clean.

The whole world seems to have been washed by snow.

Lu Zhizhou came over, grabbed the back of Meng Qing's neck with one hand, and lifted her from the window glass like a kitten: "The glass is dirty and has bacteria.

Meng Qing said: "Then you sterilize me."

Lu Zhizhou looked at her, and wanted to kiss her lips again.

Meng Qing turned away her face and ran to the bathroom.

She dawdled in the bathroom, and after a long time, she opened a door and called Lu Zhizhou.

Lu Zhizhou went over.

Meng Qing said: "When I just took a shower, I found that my aunt came, and the sanitary napkin was in the drawer."

"I'll get it."

Lu Zhizhou was in a great mood. Meng Qing recalled this time, not only did she not make a fuss about divorcing him, but she even kissed him.Take a shower now, then have dinner later, that means staying here and sleeping with him on the single bed.

He quickly took a pack of sanitary napkins and handed them to Meng Qing through the crack of the door.

If he had a tail, it must be wagging merrily at this time.

Meng Qing took the sanitary napkin and thought about it.

She sat on the toilet, her mind flashed, and she had a new comic point.

"I really like my brain now." Meng Qing held her head and praised herself, cheering herself up, "Meng Qingqing, your brain is the most brilliant!"

Across a door panel, Lu Zhizhou smiled, his eyes warmed up.

Lu Zhizhou held the phone in his hand, and watched the serialized manga all night, from the beginning to the end, and then from the beginning again, endlessly addicted: "When will the next episode be updated?"

"The manuscript has been delivered, and it will be updated this Saturday." Meng Qing crawled into bed.

Lu Zhizhou followed and crawled into bed.

The narrow single bed, two people are close together, there is no gap.

Lu Zhizhou warmed his hands, hugged Meng Qing sideways, pressed his warm palms on her abdomen, and rubbed gently: "Does your stomach hurt?"

"I just drank brown sugar ginger tea, it's a little better." Meng Qing turned his back to Lu Zhizhou, making it easier for him to warm his stomach, "I remembered, you said that you also want to experience the pain of a big aunt. I asked at that timeYou, if you have technology, are you willing to give birth to my child, if you say yes, you are so stupid."

"There is no such technology." Lu Zhizhou said, "If you believe it, you are stupid."

"Maybe there will be this kind of technology in the future, anyway, don't superpowers exist?"

"Right."

"You are so stupid." Meng chuckled.

Lu Zhizhou also laughed: "I see, so you wrote the stalk of having a baby into the comic."

Meng Qing: "I have a lot of comic stalks in my mind now."

Lu Zhizhou kissed her on the head: "My lightness is great."

Meng Qing: "I still want to finish drawing the manga, I'm afraid I—"

"Don't set the flag." Lu Zhizhou covered her mouth with his hand, "Go to sleep."

Meng Qing closed her eyes, and after a while, she opened them.

She dare not sleep.

She was afraid that she would fall asleep and forget about it when she woke up tomorrow. Her comics were not finished, and her new clothes order was not finished... She still has a lot of things to do.

Lu Zhizhou seemed to see her open eyes through the back of his head, and called her, "Gently."

Meng Qing turned around and buried herself in Lu Zhizhou's arms: "I haven't done it with you yet, I want to do it with you once with all my memories."

Lu Zhizhou hugged her tightly.

"No matter what, I will hold on until my aunt passes by." Meng Qing cheered up her brain, "Brain brain, you can do it.

Lu Zhizhou said in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "403's brain was often away from home before, but it was managed by 402."

"Hmph, tricked me into cultivating immortals. I now know that the so-called cultivating immortals on the top of the building is actually a rehabilitation exercise for me."

"Then do you find it useful?"

"Well... Anyway, I can feel that my physical strength is getting better and better, and my mind is much clearer. I can actually draw so many manga, and I can also make clothes.

Meng Qing thought about it and said: "You don't know that before me, during that time, my brain felt like a rusty gear or a waterwheel stuck in mud. Whenever I thought about complicated things, my brainI can't move..."

"And before cultivating immortals, after you just came back from saving the world, sometimes my mind was still foggy, and sometimes it was like beads with broken strings, strings of strings... I want to eat it."Candied haws, walnut hawthorn, yam candied haws, strawberry candied haws.”

"I'll go buy it tomorrow, and I'll buy every flavor." Lu Zhizhou hugged Meng Qing tightly, pressing his forehead against her head, wishing he could exchange his head for her.

Meng Qing said lightly: "But I don't feel that way now, my brain fog has disappeared, and my inspiration keeps popping up every day. I think it may be due to the cultivation of immortals."

"I will practice with you in the future." Lu Zhizhou is full of confidence, "You have persisted for a long time this time, from wearing skirts to wearing cotton clothes, for a long time, you have been in love with me every day, I am so satisfied. Bah, bah, INot satisfied at all, I'm not satisfied enough."

Meng Qing lay in his arms and giggled.

After a while, she remembered and asked, "Why do 402 and 403 call you Master?"

Lu Zhizhou said: "403 went to the funeral home to carry the corpse before, and also learned to put makeup on the dead from me, so he is my apprentice."

"What about 402?"

"403 asked him to call."

"Hahaha." Meng chuckled, "No wonder he always looks awkward and reluctant to call me Shi Niang, but he seems to really know martial arts."

"Yes, my apprentice is super powerful." Lu Zhizhou flaunted, "402 is Long Aotian, who holds a script written through a book, and is the most capable player in the whole building..."

Finally, Lu Zhizhou said: "403 is also my sister."

Meng Qing didn't have a deep impression of 402 and 403, because when she moved to Guhe Street, 403 was pregnant and lived in the Qin Residence in Jiangdong District most of the time.

After getting acquainted, it was also after she and Lu Zhizhou got married, but Meng Qing lost this memory again.

Before seeing 403, Meng Qing once ate 403's flying vinegar.

At that time, Meng Qing was all about chasing Lu Zhizhou, and Lu Zhizhou was so talkative that he was indifferent to her, but once Meng Qing found out that Lu Zhizhou had a hot chat with a girl on the Internet, and the intimacy was as high as thousands of points.

Meng Qing was so sad that she didn't talk to Lu Zhizhou for two days.

On the third day, Lu Zhizhou passed by the tailor shop and asked Meng Qing if he could make masks. He wanted to order a batch of black masks.

"Don't do it." Meng Qing's nostrils turned to the sky, "I don't take everyone's orders."

"Oh." Lu Zhizhou stood still.

Seeing that he didn't leave, Meng Qing said angrily, "Don't stand at the door and interfere with my opening for business."

Lu Zhizhou silently moved away from the door.

Meng Qing drew a design drawing, stretched her waist and moved her limbs, and saw Lu Zhizhou standing still against the wall.

Meng Qing: "??"

When Lu Zhizhou saw her looking over, his eyes lit up.

Meng Qing frowned, put her hands on her chest, and stared at him fiercely.

Lu Zhizhou turned around, knocked his forehead against the wall, touched the wall, walked out of the tailor shop calmly, turned a corner, and ran into the opening of the building.Meng Qing thought he was funny and angry.

The next day, Lu Zhizhou posted a notice in the tenant group, saying that the grapes on the roof were ripe and the tenants could pick them for free.Each household is limited to one string. If you get it from the building leader yourself, you can get two strings.

Qiao Ziai was filming outside on Guhe Street. After seeing the notice in the group, she chatted with Meng Qing privately, saying that the grapes on the roof were very sweet and delicious, and asked Meng Qing to help her get two bunches.

Meng Qing went to the roof.

There were not only Lu Zhizhou on the roof, but also other tenants who came to pick up the grapes.

In order to get more grapes, the tenants gave up picking them by themselves and went to Lu Zhizhou to get them.

Lu Zhizhou took the scissors and went to the grape trellis to help the tenants cut the grapes.

His mobile phone fell on the swing under the grape trellis, and the screen was still on.

Meng Qing glanced at the familiar chat page, the person's profile picture was a cat head, and it was the girl who had the most intimacy with Lu Zhizhou.

Meng Qing's heart was severely gripped, and she couldn't help but glance.

Panda Head: "Is she here to pick grapes?"

Lu Zhizhou: "Here we come (=^^=)"

"who is she?"

Thinking of this, Meng Qing glanced at Lu Zhizhou, seeing that he hadn't noticed this side, Meng Qing quickly stretched out a finger, and swiped it back and forth a few times before the phone screen went black.

As a result, in the chat content, the words "Meng Qing" and "Little Tailor" appeared very frequently.

Meng Qing vaguely felt that the "she" they were discussing was herself.

Wanting to look again, the phone was snatched away by one hand.

Lu Zhizhou calmly put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket. Without saying a word, he turned around and continued to pick grapes, but bumped into the grape trellis.

Meng Qing's heart swayed back and forth with the grape trellis.

When it was her turn to receive the grapes, Meng Qing spread out and asked, "Who is the panda head talking to you?"

Lu Zhizhou's face was almost completely covered by the black mask. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "403."

"Landlord?" Meng Qing recalled the head portrait of the panda head, "No wonder I always feel that I have seen this panda head somewhere."

403 is also in the tenant group.

Meng Qing knew the reason and asked: "What are you talking about?"

Lu Zhizhou tidied up the vines without speaking.

Meng Qing looked at him without blinking.

After a long time, Lu Zhizhou choked out: "Do you want grapes?"

"want."

"How many strings?"

"How many skewers do you want to give me?"

Lu Zhizhou got stuck again.

In the end, Meng Qing contracted all the remaining grapes.

After Meng Qing and Lu Zhizhou confirmed their relationship, she knew that the q number on the panda's head was shared by 402 and 403.

At first, they chatted about the tenants of Guhe Street, and later, they basically talked about Meng Qing alone.

Lu Zhizhou obviously regarded 403 as a master of emotion when consulting.

The response style of 402 and 403 is very obvious.

It was the 403 reply that was weird and confusing but could match Lu Zhizhou's brainwaves strangely.

If the content of the reply is eloquent, word by word, as if the dean is lecturing, it must be 402.

for example.

Lu Zhizhou asked, "Why did the little tailor suddenly ignore me?"

"Wait a minute, I'll ask my brain." This reply comes from 403.

"Can't you read the words on her face? Why don't you know why? This is a bug." The reply is 402.

Another example.

Lu Zhizhou asked: "If I say I have superpowers, will Meng Qing think I'm a psycho?"

403: "I think, she will gradually die."

402: "I've said it countless times, and I'll emphasize it again today: You are not crazy, you are using your own way to make yourself happy."

Lu Zhizhou was talking about 402 and 403, as well as other tenants of this building. While talking, Meng Qing fell asleep in his arms.

Lu Zhizhou couldn't sleep.

He was happy for a while, sad for a while, scared for a while, and happy for a while...

When it was daylight, he barely closed his eyes.

With a movement of Meng Qing in his arms, he woke up again.

Eyes wide open, no one spoke for a while.

"Good morning, big liar and useless dragon." Meng Qing's voice was hoarse, with a little pride, "I haven't forgotten."