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Chapter 125 When you forget someone, what will you forget first?
Song Yanqing came over and walked around the twists and turns of the road and walked to two small warehouses to buy, but there was nothing he wanted to buy. He didn't know what his luck was, but fortunately the third convenience store had some.

"A box of mints, eight yuan." The convenience store clerk woke up late at night and looked at the handsome guy. These days, atmosphere and appearance account for less than gold.

Song Yan scanned the code, glanced at the shelves behind her, and said in a light and calm voice, "Two more cans of Wangzai."

Handsome guy still likes to drink Wangzai?What a titty.

"eighteen."

Song Yanqing picked it up and left, breaking open a piece of mint candy. He had finished eating the ones before and was not used to not having some candy in his pocket.

"Brother Song! You're here!" Everyone was chatting animatedly in the courtyard. Xing Jianshu saw Song Yanqing and waved vigorously.

Song Yanqing pushed open the half-covered door, hummed, and glanced at everyone present, as well as the pure white figure with her back to him, like a princess.

He walked over and placed two cans of Wangzai in front of Cheng Xuran and Xu Zhi respectively.

The metal can hit the wooden table with a loud sound.

The refreshing smell of laundry detergent on his body suddenly came very close, and then quickly disappeared, blown away by the night wind.

Song Yanqing pulled out his chair and sat next to Xing Jianshu, smiling casually and with cold and unruly eyebrows.

Cheng Xuran looked at the can of Wangzai in front of him and paused, just in front of Wangzai's bright smiling face.

She reached out and took it.

The cold temperature of the can and the warmth of the palm blended together, like some unknown secret.

There were people around him who condemned him.

"Brother Song, you are too partial! Where is our Wangzi!"

He asked back: "Are you a woman?"

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The colleague was speechless and choked. I had never seen him show mercy to a woman before.

The starlight in the sky is blurry, filled with the colors of a summer night, and the chirping of cicadas at the end of the alley becomes extremely clear.The rich milky aroma permeates the tip of the tongue, which has always been my favorite taste.

It also carries the story between him and her.

That summer, that afternoon, those two people.

"what do you drink."

"Soda."

"Why do you drink carbonated drinks all day long? Try Wangzai milk. It's very sweet. It's my favorite drink."

The young man sitting in the shadow resisted frowning and turned his head: "It smells like milk."

"Sweet?"

"Normal." He lay down on the table to sleep, and pulled the tab of her can of Wangzai milk for her. The snapping sound fell on someone's heart, causing some kind of subtle chain reaction. A vague ringtone rang, and she panicked. Zhang, "Class is over, I'm back to class..."

Those scattered and vague memories turned into broken pieces in the overwhelmed youth, and ended up in a mess. Later, the owner carefully picked them up and put them in the corner, locked by time, and never dared to think of them again.

In the past few years, she had been looking forward to meeting him, but was also afraid of seeing him. The most exaggerated time was when a man who looked like him walked towards her on the street, and she turned around and ran away.

No matter how beautiful and generous she becomes, she still cannot treat this reunion as enthusiastically as ordinary classmates.

When you forget someone, what will you forget first?

The voice is the same as the appearance.

Maybe it was because the voice started to be blurry and finally the face was unclear.

But time gives people the right to forget, and it also gives people the right to remember.

God is always fair.

"Why don't you drink it?" Cheng Xuran looked at him with a smile while holding Wangzai milk. The bright red color of the can reflected the white fingertips, like a touch of frost among the red roses. The sky was filled with frost on an autumn morning.

(End of this chapter)