My name is Song Xu, and I have a childhood friend named Chen Yuzhou.
We grew up together, shared the same crib, and shared the same high school desk. I prepared medicine when he had a stomachache, and he handed me water when I couldn't unscrew the bottle cap—none of us told the truth, but everyone seemed to know.
Until Li Nana appeared.
Until she held that recording in her hands.
Until I stood in front of him and said those two words: "Disgusting."
Later, he was hospitalized for stomach bleeding, and I watched him through the glass in the ward; after the college entrance examination, he went south and I went north; four years later, on the first day of registration as a graduate student at University A, I bumped into him, who was the chairman of the graduate student union.
The way he looked at me was exactly the same as four years ago.
But I am no longer qualified.
Until that night when I was drunk and carried back to the dormitory by him, I grabbed him and refused to let go, and said something vaguely——
"Can you... Don't like her?"
Intention: Communication is a good thing.