"Then is there anything in particular you want to do?" He Mianxiao looked at her straight and asked.
"Probably drink all the strawberry milkshakes in the world and compare which one is the best." This question was a bit difficult, Lan Zhen replied after thinking for a moment.
"What about you?"
"I never thought about this before, but now I know." He said seriously.
"Probably - drink all the strawberry milkshakes in the world with you."
At that moment, time seemed to stop flowing. The sun was locked on his body, and all the restlessness around him suddenly disappeared.
, All Lan Zhen could hear was each other's heartbeats.
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The surly girl Lan Zhen's parents divorced when she was young. After her father started a new family and her mother was often busy with work, she has been living with her aunt.
In her senior year of high school, her mother remarried. In order to bring her a better life, she transferred to Shanghai and then went to Türkiye to study.
There was a rush after everything, an unspeakable parting, and a first love that was too late to say goodbye.
He Mianxiao has always been bright and fiery, but only in front of Lan Zhen would he doubt himself.
Some words never need to be said.
The socks I bought specially for rainy days, the rainbow reflected on the water glass, the dense markings on the test paper, the strawberry-flavored birthday cake...
They all contain evidence of his heartbeat.
When the girl finally admits that she has the same feelings, the first thing that comes to her first love is to say goodbye.
When they met again, the blurred years were reflected again, but she was shoulder to shoulder with another person.
Can those missed years of youth be recovered?
"I've been to Türkiye once."
"When I walk past a place, I wonder, have you ever been here, have you ever embraced the wind here?"
"I miss you so much."
Hot air balloons carry strawberry milkshake dreams.
Racing driver × celebrity makeup artist
*No prototype
*Two-way secret love+reunion after breaking up
Intention: The first thing to do when growing up is not to deny yourself
