After working overtime for more than 48 hours, Jiang Wangshu finally resigned as she wished and started her work-exchange journey in the south of France.
There was a Germanic boy swimming on the beach in the sun, and the water instantly turned into a piece of gold.
The young man walked towards her, with clear pupils, a pair of amber eyes.
"Would you like to pick lemons at my house? I have a plantation and I can pay you for your work."
"...."
I didn't expect to be a slave owner at such a young age.
Jiang Wangshu agreed without much thought. After all, no one would have trouble with money.
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However, the first week of acquaintance progressed rapidly, and Jiang Wangshu felt that something was wrong.
——This statue-like young man seems to be full of fresh energy about everything and is always overly attentive:
For example, Camus's love poems always appear on the tissues after lunch, such as natural but abnormal physical contact, and such as the invitations that always come out of nowhere.
"Want to go swimming?
"After traveling, should you eat gelato or pizza? "
"Can you accompany me to the market? Aunt said there are margaritas tonight. "
Jiang Wangshu put down his phone and couldn't bear the disturbance: "Can you be quiet for a while? "
The boy pressed against her neck, his breath tickling her: "No. "
"You don't really like me, do you?"
Jiang Wangshu put on his clothes and finally said what he had been questioning for the past few days: "I am not such a casual person, and I am not someone you can flirt with. "
"Then what are you? "
Jiang Wangshu had no time to speak, his mouth was blocked, and he was bent over and pressed down.
Later, life passed like a movie, and these thoughts were quickly forgotten.
They drove a convertible in Sicily, took a sailboat on the Mediterranean Sea, kissed in front of the Milan Cathedral, and the boy put an olive garland on her.
Jiang Wangshu thought that if this was a dream, ending here might be the best ending.
*
One day after returning to China, she received a cross-border package.
The smell of dried lemon leaves mixed with basil took her back to that long summer.
A familiar figure came over, but his pronunciation was inexplicably green.
"I'm not that casual. "
"What about you? "
"………………"
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*The living and slightly dead heroine x Mediterranean sweetheart.
*The setting is Menton, a lemon town in the south of France. The male protagonist is of mixed Italian and French descent and does not speak Chinese. He will learn Chinese later. Flirting means flirting in the context. Italians love to flirt. It is written by the author xp and has many private settings.
*It's very short. Although it's called a long vacation, it's really short. I'll post it as soon as I save enough manuscripts. A sweet article within twenty chapters, a sweet article, a sweet article, everything will serve love. Happy eating everyone.
Intention: Love can make things change.
