In November 1990, Jianyang and I were born one after another. Although my family and his family have a good relationship, our parents can be said to be followers of the new era, and of course they do not have the traditional thinking of getting married on the fingertips. According to my mother's recollection, after her confinement, my mother was bored out of her mind. She carried me from the third floor to the sixth floor every now and then to chat with Jianyang's mother. At that time, Jianyang was a crybaby. When he cried, I cried too, no less than him. Our two cries kept coming and going, resounding throughout the building. (My mother may have used an exaggeration here) So the two mothers tried to minimize our meetings until we went to kindergarten.
Concept: The relationship between childhood sweethearts of more than ten years cannot withstand the erosion of time.
