Coconut Island Diary

Copywriting one: "You really don't like him?" "Yes." "But I heard that he has tens of thousands of acres of rubber plantations——" "That's not his?" "He is young, handsome and rich -" "It'll get more girls." "But they only give you roses——" "..." In 1986, it was a rainy and hot afternoon in Singapore. There were no taxis available on the street. Gu Yexi rushed to school and stopped a Nissan. The car stopped for her. She was so chatty that she treated the owner of a luxury car like a taxi driver while chatting with him. When she got off the car, she generously paid the other person one Singapore dollar: "Thank you, sir. No need to look for it." The car owner didn't take the money, so he stared at her for a moment and asked her name. Copywriting two: The first time we met was actually at the Penang night market. The girl was sitting outside a sweet shop drinking coconut. The surrounding area was crowded and chaotic, filled with the sticky sea breeze and the smell of sweat. Wearing a coconut green suspender skirt and a coconut brown lace hat, she chatted freely with the locals and smiled sweetly. She lazily lit a Sobranie and held the paintbrush between her fingers. Coconut trees half-hidden her figure. He sat at the outdoor cafe next door and looked at her for a long time. —————————————————————— Quirky cartoonist × second-generation miner and plantation owner Demining ■Age difference of six years: 18 years old & 24 years old ■The heroine is a talkative, and so is her grandmother. P. S. Minor repairs were made to catch bugs in March 2023. Intention: Believe in love.