When Cheng Ziheng saw Shen Yi for the first time, he was 12 years old and she was 5 years old. She stood timidly next to her mother, her little hands nervously tugging at the corner of her mother's clothes, her eyes rolling around, and she finally said her first words: Hello, brother. The voice was small and trembling, but it lingered deeply in his mind.
That year, he was 17 years old and she was 10 years old. She followed him like a follower for three years, but today she is moving away and going back to her hometown, a place where there is no brother Zi Heng. She bid farewell to him with a sob, and he gently wiped away the tears hanging on her cheeks with his hands, stuffed the teddy bear from the chair into her arms, and gently told her: Little Yiyi, you must grow up quickly, and you must recognize me next time you see your brother. She nodded in agreement and said: Brother... Brother... You... Can't... Forget Yiyi... Yiyi.
Eight years have passed, and the intersecting lines have finally returned and drawn into a parallelogram. Should we stop staying with each other for the rest of our lives, or should we go further and further away again and never look back?