Photos of French fries posted late at night are the fuel for my crush
In the third grade of junior high school, Zhou Nan and I were seated only across an aisle, but it seemed like we were separated by the Milky Way.
On the night of graduation, he suddenly added me on QQ, and from then on, our late-night chat became our secret base.
He said cooking was a way to relieve stress, and I saved every food photo he sent.
Until one day, he mistakenly sent a tomato scrambled egg next to the hospital bed: "Don't tell others about my dad."
On the day when the results of the high school entrance examination were released, I shivered and found my name at the top of the list - next to his.
Standing in front of the high school bulletin board, he shook the Coke can and chuckled: "After lunch..."
The chirping of the cicadas was deafening, and I heard myself saying, "Okay.
Our story is so long, and our high school was so lively, and he always loved to feed me
Until after graduation, a friend joked: "Can you have an extra hostess in the shelter kitchen?"
