After night study, the two returned to the neighborhood one after the other, as usual.
This evening, Lin Wanwan's grandpa had to work the night shift again, so Lin Wanwan was home alone. She took a glass tumbler, washed it clean, and then opened the fridge to take out her grandpa's homemade sour plum juice, filling the cup seven-tenths full.
The weather was too hot, and Xiao Chong took a shower as soon as he got home. Hearing the doorbell downstairs, he walked out of the bathroom, picked up his phone, and looked through the electronic peephole.
Under the dim streetlight, Lin Wanwan stood outside the yard gate, holding the glass, muttering to herself.
Xiao Chong smiled slightly, picked up his t-shirt, and walked while putting it on.
The gate opened, and Lin Wanwan looked at Xiao Chong, whose hair was still damp and appeared a bit lazy. She reached out and said, "This cup is yours, thank you. It's sour plum juice inside, quite refreshing to drink in summer. You should try it."
