It started with a spilled mango milkshake.
In the high school library in 2008, Lin Mu knocked over Su Xiao's drink. "Shit or milkshake?" "Both, plus a glass of double mango."
Later, they always did homework at the same table in the library. On the eve of the college entrance examination, on the playground stand: "If you pass the exam to a certain city, I will continue to buy you milkshakes."
As expected, the university is in the same city. The Department of Architecture is in the east and the Department of Chinese is in the west. Every Wednesday afternoon, Lin Mu travels across the city delivering milkshakes, and his roommates laugh at him as a migratory bird.
Fifteen years. From the library to the attic with a book wall, from the fake mango tree to the balcony, there are real fruits - although they are only the size of pigeon eggs, so sour that the two of them grinned.
When proposing, he put a secretly drawn wedding ring drawing on it, and the wedding invitation was printed on a milkshake-stained shirt: "The scene of the accident in 2008, and the promise of lifelong after-sales service in 2023."
That afternoon of sharing sour mango was sweeter than any dessert.
Concept: Relaxed and humorous love