A Poem for Greeting Cats

Shangguan Dandan sat on the electric scooter with her thermos in her arms. They would definitely need water when they went out to have fun. Liu Chang'an had performed very well today, so there had to be a reason he had been moved. Thoroughly satisfied, Shangguan Dandan screwed the lid on tight, slung the thermos over her shoulder, and settled onto the scooter.

If, back then, he had not tried to snatch Shangguan Dandan's little carriage and had simply played with her instead, Shangguan Dandan definitely would not have been so angry. She probably would not have stamped the edict to depose the emperor.

"Sit in the back," Liu Chang'an said to Shangguan Dandan. He held onto the sprout-like tuft of hair atop Zhou Dongdong's head. Today, she was wearing that red knitted hat shaped like a water dipper again, with a hole cut in the forehead area.

"I want to sit in front. You can ride with me." What Shangguan Dandan meant was that when he rode, she could hold the backs of his hands and experience the driving, as though she were riding it herself.

"Then should Zhou Dongdong sit in the back? She'll roll off if she's not careful." Round children were prone to such things. It was like when Zhou Dongdong had tried to ride a dog before—she would climb up from one side and roll off the other.

"I'll stand here." Zhou Dongdong climbed onto the footrest and stood there.

That worked. Liu Chang'an had long arms and long legs, just enough to shield them between his hands and feet.

Liu Chang'an gripped the handlebars with both hands, and Shangguan Dandan held the backs of his hands. When Zhou Dongdong saw that, she laboriously raised a hand and pressed it over Shangguan Dandan's hand.

"Foolish,"