The relationship between Cheng Muyang and I can be traced back to more than ten years ago.
At that time, we would quarrel when we met, but if you ask me what we quarreled about, I can't remember it. Maybe the nature of children is like this. Even talking loudly is considered a kind of competition. No one admits defeat and no one looks at them the same.
But as time goes by, I will get used to it and habitually regard it as a form of companionship. So when during the summer vacation of my sophomore year in high school, Cheng's mother revealed the news that her son Cheng Muyang was in love during a casual chat with my mother, I was shocked.
When we were children, we might have thought we were playmates, but as we grew older, that relationship changed day by day. At least I had long forgotten that Cheng Muyang was also a normal person. He would also go to college, fall in love, find a job, and maybe leave his hometown and never come back. And what is the only thing that connects me to him? It's just the location. After being neighbors for more than ten years, we are not a family after all, and there will always be a time when things end.
What's funny is that I was so confident that our friendship would naturally develop into love.