The first day of April reminds me of a long summer story. The story begins in a milk tea shop. The protagonist of the story is a cold girl named Zhang Shuqing. Her mother is often unemployed, and her father is also a vague presence. What impact did such a strange family combination have on Shuqing, so that she, who should have been innocent and carefree, became the feline in my eyes today. And the girl who reminded me of this had any interaction with Shuqing. In this extraordinary summer, I am either a witness with a cold eye or a participant who is personally present. When you drink my cup of summer milk tea, the whole summer will be over.