"What's wrong?" Xiang Zhen asked as calmly as possible.
Li Qiyi handed over the opened lunch box, which contained peeled mangosteen and jackfruit: "Do you want to eat it?"
"My uncle prepared it?" Xiang Zhen picked up a mangosteen and felt like he was in another world.
"Well, I prepared it in the morning."
"So sweet."
"Yes, it's very sweet. How about a piece of jackfruit?"
"Okay."
"It's also very sweet."
"Yeah, very sweet."
The conversation was insipid, as if it had been spoken for a lifetime and was engraved in my heart.
Concept: whirling, dancing, dancing water.