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The day before Song Ling went home, Zhou Shoulin's Red Star Restaurant had a discount.

As long as the guests write a blessing to a person named "Xiaoman" with a post-it note at the checkout, the dishes can be discounted by 6.6%, which indicates that six or six will be smooth and good luck.

The restaurant was full of people, and there were many people leaving post-its. Zhou Shoulin put these post-it notes in a red square box. The treasure box that was obtained from which temple and was opened by the master.

As soon as Zhou Shoulin came back, he gave it to Zhou Qingluo, saying that it was pretending to be blessings from a hundred families and would bring good luck to people.

Zhou Shoulin also said that the Song family had miasma, and Song Ling met it because of bad luck, and the discount was to save money and eliminate disasters, and the blessings of these hundreds of families can eradicate the miasma, so that Song Ling will be safe for the rest of his life.

Zhou Qingluo was used to Zhou Shoulin's daily superstitious behavior, so he followed him.

This time, Zhou Shoulin also prepared a brazier twice as big as last time and rattan canes thicker than last time, arranged them at home, and arranged meals, waiting for Zhou Qingluo and the others to bring Song Ling back.

A few enthusiastic neighbors also came to help wash and cut vegetables and arrange them.

Zhou Shoulin: "Go back and rest, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay, we were also taken care of by Miss Yan Sheng a lot earlier, we should."

It's almost too busy, and the neighbors are going back.

Zhou Shoulin: "Stay and have dinner together."

"No, the child just came back today, let him have a good rest, and come to eat another day."

And Zhou Qingluo was driving the car at this time, shuttling through the traffic, driving seriously.

Song Ling sat in the co-pilot, looked at the row of sunflower dolls shaking their heads and smiled, then looked at Zhou Qingluo.

Zhou Qingluo sat idly in the driver's seat, driving the car skillfully. He didn't turn on the navigation, but he was familiar with the road, as if he had walked countless times.

Song Ling stared at him, he couldn't get enough of it.

Just now Qing Luo ran towards him and rushed into his arms, just such a hug, he felt that everything was worth it.

Qing Luo is really becoming more and more charming, her skin is very good, and the lines from her chin to her neck are so beautiful, it is very suitable for growing strawberries.

The intersection happened to be a red light, Zhou Qingluo stopped the car, turned to look at him, and chuckled softly, "Look what I'm doing?"

"Satisfying hunger."

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"I can't do anything else now, I can only watch."

Zhou Qingluo laughed dumbfounded, "Rogue."

Song Ling stretched out his hand and pinched his cheek, "Since when did you become a hooligan to tell the truth? Then you are really a hooligan?"

When the red light time came, Zhou Qingluo started the car, "Alright, I'm going to drive."

Song Ling gently scratched his face, and retracted his hand, but did not retract his eyes, "I miss you."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him with the corner of his mouth bent, and drove seriously.

Zhou Qingluo asked: "My dad has prepared some ceremony for you, are you going to the Red Star Brick Factory?"

Song Ling smiled: "Did Uncle Zhou prepare the brazier and moxa again?"

Zhou Qingluo coughed, "Yes, it's bigger than last time."

"Go, let Uncle Zhou worry."

Song Ling likes the Red Star Brick Factory very much.

The people there are kind and follow the principle of "If you treat me well, I will treat you better, and if you treat me badly, I will make you go around forever". They behave in a simple way without calculation.

Most people in the world get along like this, warm and full of fireworks.

Maybe this is what home looks like.

"Qing Luo, I really like the people in the Red Star Brick Factory."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "Okay, then I will go uphill."

After Zhou Qingluo finished speaking, there was a fork in the road ahead. Zhou Qingluo turned on the left turn signal and changed lanes uphill.

I am familiar with the road, as if I have walked many times.

Song Ling opened the mirror of the co-pilot, and scanned his cropped hair, "Qing Luo, am I handsome with a cropped hair?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him again.

Song Ling's bones are well developed, and his facial features are more three-dimensional and profound, with a bit of justice, but with the tattoo on his neck, he is a bit more wild.

Passers-by with two contradictory temperaments couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but they couldn't help being afraid.

Song Ling: "Not handsome?"

Zhou Qingluo: "Handsome."

"Then don't take a second look."

Zhou Qingluo smiled: "I'm driving, I have to watch the road."

Song Ling closed the makeup mirror contentedly, "You should take a few more look at that night."

Song Ling was chatting nonsense with him, and Zhou Qingluo also bickered with him.

"What do you think of the dark lights at night?"

"Turn on the lights."

"Row."

"Just look."

"..."

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, shut his mouth and drove.

For a moment he didn't know who was driving.

Song Ling: "Honey, can you please?"

Zhou Qingluo scolded with a smile: "Shut up."

"I can't close it, I have something to say to you."

"What do you say."

"Can you stop and let me kiss first?"

"...you choose the serious one."

"No, this sentence is the most serious."

"..."

"Can you still say that?"

Zhou Qingluo glanced at him speechlessly, "I can't, just shut up."

"Okay, let's talk about it tonight."

Zhou Qingluo ignored him and drove the car wholeheartedly.

Song Ling looked at him with ease and familiarity with the road: "You didn't turn on the navigation, so you can know the way."

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Yes."

The car got off the elevated road, turned a few more streets, and arrived at the familiar area of ​​the Red Star Brick Factory.

Song Ling was very surprised. In the past six months, he had only met Zhou Qingluo once, and Zhou Qingluo had only walked back and forth twice, so why didn't he even use navigation.

Zhou Qingluo arrived, but Jiao Zuo and the others hadn't arrived yet.

Zhou Qingluo: "They probably lost track, let's go in first."

Zhou Qingluo was about to get out of the car when Song Ling grabbed him: "Qingluo, have you been there many times?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head.

"Then why are you so familiar?"

Zhou Qingluo was silent, and said: "I don't know, I only walked by twice, but I remembered them all."

For some reason, Song Ling felt sore in his heart. He raised his hand, his palm pressed against Zhou Qingluo's face, looked into his eyes, and called him in a low voice: "Qingluo."

Zhou Qingluo lowered his eyelids, let him rub his cheeks, took a breath, and said in a low voice, "Maybe it's because I think about how to pick you up every day, so I just remember."

"Xiao Man, welcome home."