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Chapter 53 Wangzai Milk
The gray-haired old woman grabbed the girl's arm and muttered to protect her from the rain.

Very sweet picture.

The sound is blurry and cannot be heard...

In the small shop, Song Yanqing frowned and looked at the jar of loquat paste in front of him, then put it on the table next to him, changed his posture and continued to write the code. When he remembered something, he raised his head and asked Cheng Xuran: "Are you hungry?"

Cheng Xuran met his dark and sharp eyes, shook her head, and said politely: "I eat a lot in the morning."

He glanced at her, got up and went upstairs, and when he came down, he threw her a can of Wangzai milk, took a can of soda in his hand, and tapped the tab with his long fingers.

Cheng Xuran subconsciously caught it.

The temperature passed by the palm carried his residual heat, which was uncomfortably hot, penetrated into the thin texture of the palm, and comforted the beating heart.

Back to the rainstorm in the summer of high school, the teenager who wore headphones to listen to the wind, and the Wangzai milk that was casually placed on her desk when someone passed by.

Someone's voice was low, with a sense of loss, whispering something in his ear.

"Are you sad? Drinking Wangzai will make you feel better..."

Prolonged the end of that summer, carrying some special memories, her and him.

The object itself has no meaning, it is the experience that gives it meaning.

The gate of memory opened a crack and was suppressed by the owner. She didn't dare to think back. Cheng Xuran stared at the can of Wangzi with a strange expression on his face for a long time, but she clearly remembered that he hated drinking Wangzai the most.

With so many drinks, why is it Wangzai?

Why is there Wangzi in his family?

Prejudice.

Can't say enough.

"Don't drink?" In the narrow and secluded shop, he looked at her amidst the sound of the rainstorm, his eyes clear and light, and he seemed a little confused.

I dreamed back to when I was young.

"for drink."

In the few seconds after receiving Wang Zai, Cheng Xuran had so many things to ask in her mind, but in the end she just rolled her eyes and answered his words.

She pulled open the tab of the can and took a sip to her lips. It was still the same taste as before. She could taste the saltiness on the tip of her tongue amidst the thick milky fragrance.

The person who once hated milk but will always remember to bring her a can of Wonza on the way to school is never coming back.

The patent for knocking open the tab of the can will belong to his future girlfriend, she just passed their story.

He just took a can of milk at hand, how many coincidences to touch himself here.

Song Yanqing frowned slightly when she saw that she drank, but she didn't speak anymore, her expression was lazy and cold.

Cheng Xuran guessed that he should also sell drinks part-time in the store, so he couldn't take advantage of his old classmates, so he collected his thoughts, took out his phone to scan the QR code, and asked correctly.

"How much does your drink cost?"

Song Yanqing heard: "..."

Song Yanqing: "."

He maintained the movement he was about to sit down, sneered, and lifted his eyelids: "Five yuan, in your eyes, I even have to ask my high school classmates for money, big star."

It's ridiculous.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant." She always seemed to screw things up.

He knocked on the table with his fingers, "Then drink yours." The voice was lukewarm, "I won't expose your scandals, there is no need to be so polite, it's boring."

God knows.

In order to prove her innocence, Cheng Xuran drank the whole can of Wangzai.

Then he praised it, raising his voice deliberately: "It's delicious!"

Song Yanqing: "Thank you, go tell the manufacturer."

"Okay." Just say it, the big star will go to endorse Wangzai Milk tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)