The sycamore leaves in the old family's courtyard were sifted with mottled light and shadow. Seven-year-old Lin You clutched half an orange candy and stood on tiptoe at the entrance of Shen's house. Orange curly hair falls down on his forehead, like a round golden bear.
Ten-year-old Shen Qingci was doing homework at his desk, with his long straight black hair neatly tied into a low ponytail. The eyes behind the lenses were as cold as frost, but when he caught a glimpse of the little dumpling at the entrance, his fingertips trembled slightly.
"Come in."
The soft and waxy candy wrapper melted in the palm of your hand, and Lin You handed the warm candy over: "Sister Qingci, this is the orange candy my mother gave me!"
Shen Qingci stared at her fingertips stained with sugar sprinkles, his Adam's apple rolling: "Yeah."
In the days that followed, the little orange figure always wandered around Shen's house. From the cat in the kindergarten to the new stickers, there is no end to the chatter. And the cold-faced sister will always only respond in monosyllables, until one evening——
At the bar in March, Su Man drank cup after cup of Long Island ice tea. Gu Yan looked on coldly and suddenly took out his lawyer's card and slapped it on the bar.
"Focusing quarrels and provoking troubles is punishable by up to five years in prison."
Su Man was stunned, and the man cursed and left. She handed over the cocktail, her eyes flushed: "Thanks."
Gu Yan took the wine glass, the aroma of cedar and wine intertwined. This night, ambiguity fermented in the whiskey.
At the half-anniversary party of "You Ci", Su Man and Gu Yan met on a narrow road.
"Why are you running?" Gu Yan blocked the way, "It's not like we haven't met before."
Su Man braced herself: "Who ran away? I'm here to buy milk tea!"
Gu Yan chuckled and handed over the warm soy milk: "Without coriander."
Purpose: Don't make people who care about you wait too long