On the first day Jiang Tang transferred back to City A, she heard that Lu Heng, the school’s resident tough guy, had beaten someone badly enough to land them in the hospital.
Everyone at school said he was short-tempered and cold-blooded, and warned people not to mess with him.
But no one knew that this fearsome Lu Heng had cornered me in the hallway, his eyes red as he asked:
“Jiang Tang, it’s been three years and twelve days. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
I blinked. “You’ve gotten taller?”
He pulled me into his arms in a huff. “What else?”
I smiled against his chest. “…I missed you.”
From then on, the whole school witnessed a strange sight:
Lu Heng, who used to fight like he didn’t care if he lived or died, followed the transfer student around obediently every day, carrying her schoolbag, buying her milk tea, and helping her with math.
Someone asked him, “Brother Heng, why are you so nice to her?”
He gave them a cool glance. “She’s the girl I’ve spoiled since we were kids. Got a problem with that?”
Everyone was stunned. Wait, since you were kids?
The inspiration for this book is actually very simple - I want to write the word "wait". The male protagonist Lu Heng has been waiting for the female protagonist for three years, which seems to be a long time, but when he actually wrote it down, he realized that what he was waiting for was not time, but the right person. After the heroine Jiang Tang came back, she spent her whole life responding to his waiting. I like to write about details: the sugar in your pocket, the temperature of the milk tea, the luminous stars on the playground, the action of rubbing your hair... These little things piled together are the love I understand - not grand, but someone who remembers all your habits and practices them one by one over the long years. Thank you to every reader who follows the update. Puppies and candy are inseparable. 🐶🍬 (In reality, do you have anyone you particularly like? Anyway, I have really liked someone for three years. I won't lie 😳)
In 2006, I wrote three letters, but none of them was sent. On the first day after my grandma returned from transferring to another school, she turned around in the corridor and saw her grandpa standing at the other end of the corridor, her eyes red. It is said that grandpa waits for grandma at the school gate every morning, holding a cup of milk tea and taro mud at room temperature. Talk about grandpa helping grandma rub her hair, wipe her tears, and warm her hands. My grandpa said, just stay by my side. My grandma said that puppies and candy are inseparable. She would tell these stories to her children, who would tell them to their children. As long as the sweet-scented osmanthus tree remains, the story will not be lost. 🤭[loving]🤭🤭🤭[KISS][loving][KISS]🙂🤭[KISS]🤭[KISS]🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭[KISS][KISS]🤭[KISS]🤭[KISS][KISS]🤭[KISS]
Very sweet! No third party, no white moonlight, very sweet, very sweet
This is too sweet, right?
Very sweet and beautiful. I recommend everyone to watch it.
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The author is so awesome and so good-looking
Super pretty and super sweet. I love it too😍
The male and female protagonists of this book are very sweet