It Started with Childhood Sweethearts, the Future Is Not over Yet

This book is a grand love letter. The pixels will be blurry, but the memories will always be clear. The cicadas chirp in the summer, the faded tin box, the polaroids with missing corners... In those backgrounds blurred by time, you are always the clear coordinate. We were each other's mirror images, sharing a secret language. Even if we later went to distant places, that familiarity was already engraved in our bones. From wearing crotchless pants to snatching a candy, to wearing suits and leather shoes to handing out a ring, our story has never been punctuated. He has seen my stupid way of wearing braids, and I have counted his worn-out hands from basketball practice. Later, the skirt of my wedding dress just brushed next to the sneakers he used to wear when he was a teenager. When you were a child, you took the blame for me, and when you grew up, I blocked your urge to get married. It turns out that "Growing Up Together" had already secretly written the script for "Growing Old Together". The old locust tree at the entrance of the alley remembers: When he was ten years old, he drove the dog for me, when he was twenty years old, he twisted the bottle cap for me, when he was thirty years old, he pressed the elevator button for me - this time, he asked if he could open the door for me for the rest of his life. When others ask "How did we get together?", We both laugh: "Together" doesn't mean "we've never been apart".