"Eighteen years, 729 days, from the age of five to eighteen - Xu Jianchu's existence is like a constant formula in Liang Luying's life.
She once thought that he would always be just that——
The boy next door who gave her a ball with a Band-Aid on her nose,
The stubborn boy who carried her across Ji Shui Lane on a rainy day,
The idiot who took off his school uniform and wrapped it around her knees during the school sports day,
And, the "childhood sweetheart" who always tilts his umbrella at 45 degrees.
Until I confessed my love that night on the rooftop...
"Is this formal enough? "Liang Luying asked in a low voice, her fingers nervously holding the corners of his clothes.
Xu Jianchu's eyes were astonishingly bright. He bent down to pick up the coins, put them gently into her camouflage jacket pocket, and then held her face in his hands: "Not enough. "
At that moment, Liang Luying was shocked to realize——
It turns out green plums don't ripen suddenly.
Rather, she had just tasted the sweetness that had been fermented for eighteen years. "
——
"From the age of five to eighteen, from 'Xu Jianchu' to 'like Xu Jianchu', it turns out that it only takes a moment when my heart beats out of control."
