In midsummer, it feels like the oven has just been turned on, with heat in the wind. At that moment, the golden dragon covered the sun, scattered the clouds in the sky, and flew quickly and steadily to the girl's feet. The boy jumped off the dragon's back.
"You scared me," the girl said in a childish voice, with a hint of complaint in her tone, "Isn't it just a dragon?"
The boy stroked the dragon's head, and the dragon's breath came to his face, "How is it? Do you like it?"
The dragon's wings are strong and powerful, and its golden scales shine dazzlingly in the sun. The dragon's eyes are piercing, and it must be inhabited by a powerful soul.
"Hi..." As soon as the girl opened her mouth, she remembered her mother's words to "be reserved" and then changed her words, "That's all."
"Indeed, it's nothing more than that... Then how about I give it to you?"
The dragon on the side let out a low sigh, seeming a little dissatisfied.
The girl thought for a while, "I don't go out often, so I don't need this."
The dragon was a little manic, breathing in and out, and seemed even more dissatisfied.
"That's fine," the boy took out a flower seed from his pocket, "I picked it up on the road."
"This is... Begonia flower seed?"
"I don't know. If you want it, take it."
"Thank you."
The dragon flapped its huge wings, and suddenly a strong wind blew.