In the summer of sixteen years old, Su Yihuan stood at the door of her new home dragging her suitcase and met Cheng Yanchuan for the first time.
He was leaning against the door frame next door, with his white shirt open at the collar and a pen spinning on his fingertips. When he saw her, he blew a frivolous whistle - this was the first meeting between a good girl and a handsome boy. Like a pebble thrown into the lake, it would create a circle of ripples called heartbeats in the long years to come.
On the first day of transferring school, she lowered her head and tightened her clothes in an unfamiliar classroom, when she heard that familiar voice: "New deskmate, over here."
From then on, he always "grabbed" her homework, and his school uniform jacket always appeared on her shoulders; she helped him write up the missed test papers, and he fended off the boys who were teasing her; under the light of the convenience store, he snatched the milk from her hand and said, "Charge it to me." Under the rainy eaves, he gave her an umbrella and turned around to rush into the rain.
From sharing a pair of headphones to listening to music, to climbing over the wall to get her the painting equipment left at school; from the way he looked into the stands during the basketball game, to the flirtatious love song he sang to her at the graduation party; from school uniforms to bachelor's uniforms, from next-door neighbors to lovers walking side by side.
Cheng Yanchuan Zeng said with a smile: "Su Yihuan, you will never be able to get rid of me in this life."
Su Yihuan lowered her head and blushed, but said softly in her heart: "Okay."
This is a story about "you next door", which hides the throbbing and tenderness of the entire youth - it turns out that the most fortunate thing is that the neighbor who moved in when I was sixteen years old became the person who will always live next door to my heart for the rest of my life.
