The first love opened her rosy cherry lips and took a bite, chewed a few tis, then frowned, "It feels... different from before."
"After all, the people have changed."
The two chatted as they continued strolling through the night market.
It was only then they noticed that although it was as lively as a few years ago, most of the stall owners and even the types of goods had changed.
Just as they were about to walk out of Third Middle School Street.
Liu Qingning suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Behind her, the night market was brightly lit and bustling with noise, filled with the earthly smoke of life;
In front of her, the long street was cold and silent, bathed in moonlight.
She stood on the curb, looking back.
Those blurred mories of youth vividly reappeared amidst the lights.
It all seed to have happened just yesterday.
It felt as if nothing had changed, yet everything was completely different.
He was no longer the young boy chasing after her, holding a skewer of candied fruit, shouting "Liu Qingning, wait up."
She turned her head, looking at Tang Song’s face, outlined ever so softly by the light and shadows.
She softly asked, "Tang Song, the pancakes have changed their flavor, the grilled cold noodles have changed their owners, and there are many new stalls. Do you think our relationship will always be like this?"
The night wind lifted her ponytail and tousled the hair on her forehead.
At the intersection of the hustle and silence, Tang Song’s gaze remained as clear and determined as ever.
"Flavors will change, owners will change. But as long as you want to eat that slightly salty, slightly sweet pancake with grilled at inside, I’ll always accompany you back to this street to find it."
Liu Qingning bowed her head.
In those eyes, always clear and stubborn, flickered a hint of complex confusion.
She placed her hands behind her back, starting to walk forward step by step, earnestly on her own.
Tang Song quietly watched her back, treading lightly, slowly following behind her.
After ten steps, Liu Qingning’s petite figure had already exited Third Middle School Street.
She suddenly turned back, looking at Tang Song in the evening breeze, her eyes curved like crescent moons.
This was the youth she could never let go of, no matter what.
"Co find early tomorrow. My white electric scooter is still at ho, you can ride it and take around the town."
"Sure."
...
Yan City.
The morning sunlight stread through the blinds, casting several bright spots in the room.
Yao Lingling sat at the desk, drawing a design draft while occasionally pondering.
The sports jackets had already sold explosively, and she was now starting to work on designing her next piece.
The recently renowned [HEYI STUDIO], along with her rising fa, made her naturally more cautious and confident.
She wanted to create better works.
"Dingdong——"
The WeChat notification sound rang.
[Su Yu’s April: "Good morning, Miss Lingling~ I’ve sent you my body asurents, thank you so much. (#^.^#)"]
Yao Lingling put down her pen and replied, "Alright, no problem, I’ll inform the factory to customize it for you as soon as possible."
She definitely knew this ID. She was a top fan of the senior’s Little Red Book account, not only actively comnting but also eagerly managing the small fan group with exceptional organizational skills.
Always regarding herself as Tang Song’s "girlfriend."
For her, as the senior’s "cyber girlfriend" and "appointed designer," this was undoubtedly a challenge.
However, she was unfazed.
After all, she was the first one, and she had a close real-life relationship with the senior.
How could just a re fan leader threaten my position?
But, one had to admit, she was quite lucky.
In the comnts section.
The likes for [He Yi] and [He Yi] were almost tied, but in the final hour,
a big influencer shared a screenshot, causing [He Yi] to unexpectedly gain a large number of likes, reversing the situation.
She actually felt that [He Yi] was more suitable and high-end.
As she was contemplating, a detailed data image was sent over.
Yao Lingling opened the image, and the next second, she nearly choked on her own saliva.
Height: 172cm (long legs...)
Weight: 50kg
Bust: 92cm
Waist: 59cm
Hips: 95cm
...
As a professional fashion designer, with just a glance at the data, Yao Lingling could form an accurate outline of the other person’s body shape in her mind.
This waist-to-hip ratio, this bust-to-waist difference!
The most crucial thing is... her weight is only 50 kilograms?!
And such a perfect golden ratio?!
What kind of unreal comic book figure is this?!
Damn! Are you kidding here?!
Yao Lingling pursed her lips, but with the professional spirit of a designer, she cautiously replied, "Dear, are you sure about these asurents? Our clothes are custom-tailored, and can’t be altered once done."
[Su Yu’s April: "They’re all accurate, I just asured them. Thank you, Miss Lingling, it’s fine to make it exactly according to these asurents."]
Seeing the other’s confident reply made Yao Lingling’s eyelid twitch a little.
Nonetheless, she quickly switched back to "professional custor service" mode, patiently analyzing the size and outfit suggestions for her.
The two of them chatted, going back and forth.
Yao Lingling discovered that this "fan leader" not only claid to have an unreal body but also had a very sweet personality, spoke kindly, and had high emotional intelligence, making others feel like a refreshing spring breeze.
As the conversation neared its end, Yao Lingling seed to rember sothing.
She typed, "By the way, sister. If after receiving the clothes, you find them fitting well, can you share your wearing experience on your social dia? We can help boost your note, video, by pushing so traffic (#^.^#)."
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