Setting: Parallel time and space, if from the beginning, we are neighbors.

When I was a child, every time I met my neighbor's sister after school, she would touch my head and tell me that it was hard to go to school, and then stop me at the door and take out a small snack from the living room and put it in my hand.

There are always a variety of snacks, but there are always two or three small hard candies wrapped in cheap plastic paper that sparkle in the sun. I like to wash the leftover candy wrappers and press them on the last page of the diary, and from time to time I hold the flattened pile of candy wrappers to bask in the sun and look at the moon, which is a precious treasure for young children.

Later, when I grew up, for the first time, another beautiful sister appeared next to my neighbor's sister, with fair skin and glowing like candy paper in the sun.

At the wedding that day, the neighbor's sister walked the red carpet with her younger brother in her arms, and her beautiful sister interlocked her fingers, smiling like a gummy candy in the palm of her hand, I raised my hand to see the smile on her face covering the corners of her mouth, and the tip of my tongue was in the palm of my hand, but there was no expected sweetness. It was salty, I thought it was fine sweat oozing from my palms, and the strange guest in the back handed me a tissue, and I realized that I was crying.

After walking the red carpet, exchanging rings, and listening to the touching story, he is a beautiful person who can hold hands and toast. The neighbor's sister stood beside me with a white veil, and I didn't have time to get up, burying the person under her long shadow, listening to her lean over the table and say to me, "Be happy," and then handed me the sweetest toffee that was wet in the palm of my hand.

Later, I thought that when I was a child, the agreement was always not counted, I cried and fought with her brother for favor, and the adults would only clap their hands for fun, but she should make a joke about the adults, saying that she would marry me when I grew up. I believed it, and when I came home that night, I counted the candy wrappers and broke the piglets to smash my savings that were not rich.

The adults noticed that I was gradually no longer noisy about eating snacks, no longer clamoring to buy toys, thinking that I had grown up, and she also smiled and touched my head, and I was dazzled by the pampering in her eyes, and I was anxious that the little pig could not save up a bride price that matched the amount of candy paper.

But when I grew up, the candy wrappers were still pressed under the diary, and the number did not increase, and the piggy's stomach was already enough, but I could only break it, and buy with change the sugar that suddenly became bitter in my mouth, and the lingering saccharin taste at the base of my tongue.

I want to say that she is a liar, that the precious candy is not delicious at all, that she also tells jokes like an adult, but I can't help but defend her in my heart, she is the gentlest person I have ever loved.

Pinching the wet toffee, her brother, who had fought with me for favor, cried profusely and wiped away his tears, he looked at me with red eyes and did not forget to stuff me with a piece of paper.

I walked slowly out of the hall with a tissue, the sugar in my mouth already melting.

I squeezed the tissue hard, leaving a pale gray shadow on the tissue with my fingertips, thinking, she is the gentlest person I have ever had, but that's it, please be happy, please keep the moon beautiful.

When I thought about this, there was a sudden diagonal raindrop on the windshield, and in a matter of seconds, a large piece of glass was occupied, and the raindrops, which had gathered too much, were the first to slide down.

Yesterday it rained, but the sky was left to cry today.

I think from this moment on, I really didn't have the opportunity to stand on the balcony and move a small stool and wait stupidly. Waiting for a rainy day, she ran in without an umbrella and a bag, I saw it from afar, rushed to the door and grabbed her little frog umbrella, and then ran downstairs to pick her up from school.

I will definitely stand on tiptoe and hold the little frog's umbrella high so that not a drop of rain stars will fall on her.

We would go up the stairs together, climb up to the third floor, and then stupidly ready to go home only to find that I didn't have the keys with me, and I was rubbed by my neighbor's sister, who looked at her obediently and laughed at me, and sat in her living room with her fingers eating toffee.

She would wrap her arms around me from behind, wipe the tips of my rain-soaked hair on my neck, and the soft towel would run across my skin, tickling like a bird's feathers on my heart.

When my mother came home from work and picked me up, I would sneak up at night, open the umbrella and hold it high, lean against the wall and draw a line, and calculate how much milk I would have to drink tomorrow morning to get the umbrella above her head without a foot pad.

My name is Xingjian Weibu, on the day of my neighbor's sister's wedding, I quietly asked the neighbor's aunt who wiped her tears, and asked her if her sister was still one meter six three, and the aunt nodded and I knew, the milk that I drank by myself successfully helped me grow over one meter six three, so that I could be shoulder to shoulder with her, but before I knew it, I grew two centimeters, and we were forever two centimeters apart.

It's a long way off.

Bad time.

The bitter mint that melted in my mouth was the late rain of the valley rain that day.

When the neighbor's sister was taking her partner home, it was raining again, and she held her umbrella high above her pretty sister's head. I stood in the doorway and kicked my shoes, and only when I heard footsteps at the top of the stairs did I "coincidentally" open the door and greet them.

The wet two umbrellas were leaning together, and my umbrella still had a little frog painted on it, but it didn't have its eyes pricked up.

I asked my pretty sister how tall she was, and she said one hundred and sixty-one, and I wanted to talk a few more words, but I was interrupted by the neighbor's sister, who praised me for growing up fast, and the little bean ding that used to bounce is now taller than her.

Then the neighbor's sister took out the DVD of the wedding from the house, and when I took the DVD, my hands trembled, and I smiled and praised them for being a good match, and while the two of them were smiling happily, I secretly put my hands behind my back, and then I entered the house and closed the door.

On that rainy night, I took the umbrella outside the door and placed it neatly on the umbrella stand in the entrance without opening it again. At night, I got up again and watched a DVD in the living room, without turning on the lights, and whatever color the lens was, my face was the color.

I watched them meet, know each other to fall in love, the host asked the neighbor's sister why she chose this person next to her, she said, the first time she went to the haunted house with her beautiful sister, the beautiful sister knelt down and begged for mercy before she entered the door, and she threw off her friend and rushed out, and when she covered her heart and calmed down, the beautiful sister tearfully handed her an ice cream, which was the sweetest ice cream she had ever eaten.

I saw that the whole person was curled up in a ball, and I only knew that my neighbor's sister liked to eat spicy things, as if she was fearless no matter how spicy it was, and she always stuffed sweets into herself.

I just kept comparing and thinking, what was the problem? It turns out that childhood sweethearts can never beat the sky, is it true?

The screen suddenly zoomed in on the neighbor's sister's snickering face, seeing that her bride was frightened by the toy snake and she could still hide and snicker, I also laughed helplessly, for a long time, and helplessly found the answer.

The neighbor's sister said that the ice cream was not important, the important thing was that when the beautiful sister's red eyes looked at her that day, her heart seemed to have been in her body for the first time for eighteen years, and she was going to jump outside, bang and bang.

I found the answer, it turned out that we were not two centimeters apart, not five years apart, but enough worse than the neighbor's sister who had been waiting for 18 years.

I followed the video on the DVD and read out the last greetings and hid my voice, "I wish Nanami Hashimoto and Mai Shiraishi a happy wedding." ”