When Su Yunzheng was eight years old, he stuffed a piece of chocolate into my hand and said, "If you eat my chocolate, you are mine."
I ate it.
Later, she knitted my red string bracelet crookedly, ate all the egg fried rice I made, and drew the 102nd little flower on my homework book.
I didn't even say it was bad.
Some things don't need to be explained too clearly, such as why she hangs around the door of Class 5 every day, or why I go to her house to make egg fried rice every Saturday.
For example, when she called me boyfriend, I smiled.
This book is not long, but it is sweet enough.
It tells the story of two people who grew up together and unknowingly made each other their own habits.
