Five years after we broke up, I bumped into my first love at a corner convenience store. He was frowning and picking up a box of my favorite yogurt from the bottom of the shelf - the same old flavor.
I pretended not to see it, but he strode over and put the yogurt and a box of hangover medicine at the checkout counter. "Old rules," his voice was hoarse, "yoghurt cures spicy food, and medicine cures hangover."... But how did he know that I had just lost my love and drank too much?
Until my best friend told me that last night I drunkenly called my ex one by one and scolded him one by one. He was the only one who listened quietly for three hours and finally said softly: "If you've scolded me enough, go to bed. I'll buy you yogurt tomorrow."
