Excerpt from WeChat:
Xia Yi: "Wait for me to come to Xiamen and hang out with you."
"I really want to eat that thing."
"Sha..."
Zhou Shun'an: "That thing?"
"Eating dirt doesn't sound great."
Xia Yi: "Hahahahahaha, no!"
"I forgot its name."
Zhou Shun'an: "Sha what?"
"How am I supposed to take you there if I don't know its name?"
Xia Yi: "Some kind of tea?"
Zhou Shun'an: "Satay noodles."
Xia Yi: "Right!"
Zhou Shun'an: "They're noodles,"
"not tea."
"Who misled you? Tell me, I won't hit them."
Xia Yi: "Haha, it was my fast-food reading!"
"I skim through information really quickly, so what I remember comes in bits and pieces."
"Oh, and there's a song, too."
"The Life Journey, 'Summer in Xiamen.'"
Zhou Shun'an: "Satay noodles have nothing to do with tea,"
"except for the name."
Xia Yi: "Okay, okay. I'll write that down in my little notebook."
Zhou Shun'an: "It'd be more useful if you wrote down my name."
"Zhou Shun'an, in big, bold letters with an exclamation mark."
Zhou Shun'an x Xia Yi
Idealism x Realism
Summer, wild love, and satay noodles
A story that goes from for one night to forever.
Theme: Summer always comes to an end.
