Old spray's friend came from Guangzhou and gave me a box of milk. This meeting ceremony surprised me a little. I picked up this square little box and played for a while, only to notice that it was printed with the bachelor's milk of South China University, rather than the word "morning light", and I was a little disappointed. In my understanding, milk should mean "morning light", without exception.

I have been drinking morning milk since I was sensible, one cup a day, without interruption. At that time, I was young and didn't know anything. I think my worried mother cooked me a meal for fear of malnutrition.

It should be ten years ago, when some fresh milk was popular, but the shelf life of this kind of fresh milk was extremely short, only about three days. So every morning, a busy milkman knocks on someone else's door or stuffs fresh milk into the yellow milk box downstairs.

I can't remember whether our family ordered it at home or boxed it. I only vaguely remember that the glass bottle used to hold milk is cylindrical, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. Red "Morning Light" and intaglio portraits are painted outside, and the bottle mouth is sealed with tin foil. The quality of this layer of tin foil is really excellent. Every time I drink it, it will inevitably pierce several straws, which has bothered me for a while. It wasn't until I got the hang of it that I began to poke the straw vigorously.

Glass bottles should be recycled. Although it is good to wait for the milkman to pick it up, it is always an eyesore to have an empty bottle at hand. There may be other reasons. Probably at the beginning of junior high school, "glass bottle" was replaced by "small roof" As the name implies, there is a cube under this carton, and the top is folded into the shape of an ancient roof, which looks like a small house.

Speaking of which, I'm afraid my favorite is this "small roof". Every time I sweat after school, I can't wait to find the "small roof" frozen inside the refrigerator and suck it in one breath. The feeling of milk crossing the esophagus with cold air is simply wonderful. Maybe it was then that I fell in love with drinking milk and kept this habit.

University, I went to Zhanjiang. When I arrived in Zhanjiang, I found that there was no morning light here. It was not until this moment that I realized that I was picky about milk. Mengniu is too fragrant and Yili is too strong, which is a nightmare for a gentle milk controller. It took me more than half a semester to find a substitute for the morning light-Tang Yan. Whenever my roommate unscrews soda water and makes a noise, I pout and suck Tang Yan milk greedily. Over time, the rumor that bed No.1 was constantly milking spread all over the dormitory. I don't mind at all, because they don't know that there is no morning light in Zhanjiang, and they don't know that Tang Yan likes the smell of morning light best.

I can't imagine that I am so obsessed with the smell of morning light. The reason is really unclear and unclear. Think about it, I haven't drunk the morning light for a long time. Mom likes homemade yogurt. Any milk poured from the yogurt machine tastes very different from the original one.

Old spray found me a little absent-minded, thinking that I didn't know the goods, and quickly got up to give Huanong Amway milk. I said I took it as the morning light. A friend who has been silent suddenly said, "Are you talking about refills?" Hearing her words, I gave a ha ha and stopped worrying about this problem.

The morning light should still be that morning light, but I'm not necessarily the same as then, and I'm not sure if I can drink it. After all, a box of morning light only belongs to a period of time.