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I whispered in his ear, "I love you."

Calm and rational narration is my self-feeling and evaluation of the effect of my words.This kind of confession that I don't even feel like a confession, I don't know how he feels when he hears it.

Yep, not like a confession of confession.I don't feel blushing at all, that kind of shyness?That timidity?I didn't feel it at all.All I want is to tell him this matter—"I like you" is what I want to tell you solemnly now; "I like you" is what I want to swear to you now thing.

That's right, I take it as a kind of oath, I swear that my heart is full of desire for you, I swear that I long for you, I swear that "I" like "you".The swearing was wonderful, like a catharsis, like a determined pride, like a great taste or touch that brings satisfaction, and I have no other satisfaction just by saying it.

No wonder, crushes are said to be candy bonbons that won't melt, while confessions are crunched and chewed.Holding candy is a secret love, and the sweetness that seems to be absent brings a deeper desire to the taste.I can't help biting candy and chewing it is a confession, because I can't help the desire for more sweetness, so I want to bite it, so I want to absorb more flavor.When chewing, people will have wanton pleasure, but when you bite the candy, the sweet filling inside is the love between the two, while the bitter filling is rejection.

I used to give him a bitter filling, the bitterness that destroyed all his previous sweet desires, the bitterness that overturned all his sweet fantasies, the bitterness that might soak his heart... Now I also made a candy, and I also come to bite this one Candy, I chewed this candy recklessly, and left the decision to him, let him decide whether the sandwich I tasted is sweet or bitter.

But... my stupid bamboo horse seems to be completely petrified... It's been a long time, let alone decide whether the sandwich is sweet or bitter, he can't even decide whether to exhale or inhale... the little face is so red that even the forehead is red up...

"Hey... are you okay? Come back to your senses! Come back to your soul!"

I patted his little face lightly, and told him to blink to show that he hasn't lost his mind yet... If he dares to lose his mind and not hear my sworn confession, I'll beat him up!

"Ah...you..." He came back to his senses, able to breathe and blink.

"You... so heavy... what are you talking about..." The idiot bamboo horse looked at my face, which was close at hand, with a misty look, and said in disbelief.

The tips of our noses were almost touching, I confessed to him in his ear, but he only expressed the meaning that I pressed him hard, and asked me what to say... He made me angry For the meaning of existence!I feel that I have to do something to make him sober right away!Huh?What strange words came to my mind...

Without further words, I decisively lowered my head and took a bite of his small mouth...

Ah... I really want to beat myself up... I want to kiss... but... I have no business experience... It's basically a gnawing movement... Forget it, it has the same meaning in a sense... The taste of gnawing is also Not bad, he brushed his teeth without cleaning the toothpaste foam, the smell is still fresh...

I raised my head and stared into his eyes, the idiot Zhuma finally came to his senses...so tired...finally I felt a little hot on my face...

"Why..." He choked up and asked me.

"I don't have any intention of perfunctory you. I came to you. I just thought about everything and made up my mind, so I came to you." I said to him seriously.

"Obviously rejected... We are both men... You... said you hate... I..." His tears came down again.

"I don't think it was wrong to reject you at that time. When I was confused, my promise was perfunctory... Wait, when did I say I hate you?" I wondered, since I realized a long time ago He was sensitive to the word "hate" and never said it to him, even though what I meant by "hate" to him was not in a pejorative sense.

"Last...last time...you helped me...wash my socks..." He broke down in sobs.

"..." I thanked him for letting me know what it feels like to be speechless.

"Did you delete all the memories after the sixth grade at once! The last time I washed your socks for you was before the first grade of junior high school started! I hate that you have to talk about it if you don't wash your socks! I hate you now too Wash your socks! You have at least three pairs in your dormitory! I just saw it! I’ll beat you up!" I was going crazy, our brain circuits didn’t fit on the same frequency at all...

"You...you still beat me..." He complained like an addict...

"Aren't we together! Reply with one word!" I yelled at him.

"In..." He replied subconsciously, and then froze again.Sure enough, power is easy to use.

I couldn't help but lowered my head and took another bite of him to thank him for giving me the sweet sandwich.That's enough, as for whether he is clear-headed or not, and whether he is conscious or not, that's okay.

I lay on the bed with my clothes on like a stupid bamboo horse, and told him what happened after he alienated me, including my confusion in the first three days, including confirming that I wanted to figure out what I wanted to "like", including my pursuit of his trail , including the people and things I met, including many, many... This is probably the most I have said to him over the years, apart from explaining the exercises and counseling him about his sexuality.

Keep talking, keep talking, don't care about time, don't care about location, as long as we are together, that's enough.

I confess:

"If all my wishes related to happiness are a big circle, then you must be the top priority occupying 60.00% of the area of ​​the circle. My parents needless to say, but the others, you know I am a utilitarian person, I myself I admit that I still have material desires, so I didn’t let you account for [-]%, and I didn’t want to perfunctory and deceive you, falsely saying that you accounted for [-]%. Can you accept it? As the existence that complements my happiness.”

He asked me: "Is there as much as sixty? What about uncles and aunts?"

I replied: "30.00% five, and the remaining 5.00% is material needs. Money can support you and satisfy our lives."

"I have so much... I feel so sorry for uncle and aunt for dragging you into the water..." He was sad again.

"Idiot, if I don't want to go into the water, it depends on whether you can drag it? Just treat me as bisexual, and if you don't want to be sad, just hold me firmly." I couldn't help but smiled at him and said this words.

He didn't answer, just smirked as usual and hugged me tightly.

We hug each other in this small room and walk in this beautiful city.If the so-called "sweetness of first love" is the emotion after the end of first love, then I want to protect it and make it forever.Because emotion is futile.

Now I hold your hand and smell your smell, that is the real possession.

Our common birthday is spent like this.

On Sunday afternoon, the stupid bamboo horse who was promoted to my boyfriend sent me on the plane. I flew back to the imperial capital. The first thing I did when I got off the plane was to turn on my mobile phone to report his safety. The second thing was to buy a gift box of wine chocolates, and then directly Take a taxi to the home of the off-line senior, give it to him in the joint name of me and the stupid bamboo horse, and share our happiness and sweetness with him and the capable senior.

The off-line senior jumped up and hugged me excitedly and shouted "GOODJOB", and the slender senior calmly stared at me with a chocolate gift box... Off-line senior, please stop yourself and don't hug me!

After that, they seriously educated me about physical hygiene... To be honest, I felt embarrassed at first, and then they talked about coming out... This is the biggest headache for me and the stupid bamboo horse.

The off-line senior said that he was very sad when he came out of the closet, and his parents, friends and other people treated him coldly. At that time, he was not with the elite senior, and he was alone in the corner licking his wounds , had a very dark day.Fortunately, he grew up later and didn't need pity to live. Although he was disappointed and sad without the understanding of his relatives, his lover treated him very well, and his love made him extremely happy.

Happiness does not mean that there are no defects, but lies in the measurement of the heart.It's good to be perfect, but if I can't, they want me to have a strong heart to face all misunderstandings and criticisms that may arise.

Putting aside those things to worry about, I am really grateful for their selfless help.At the same time, I also admire that they have traveled so many roads, experienced those glooms, and finally obtained the present happiness. This is an inspiring experience for me.

I hope that I can fall in love with the stupid bamboo horse and be with them like them.

In fact, as early as I discovered the sexuality of the stupid bamboo horse, I was distressed about his coming out.At that time, I looked at and thought about this issue from the perspective of a bystander. Unexpectedly, on this day, I came to worry about this issue from the standpoint of a client.

Needless to say, we are guilty of the possible sadness and disappointment of our parents, but I am also very firm. I told him, don't think about breaking up because of this kind of problem. Compared with the desire to fall in love and be together, this It's not a problem at all.If there is really a couple of lovers who break up because of their parents' opposition, it can only be said that they themselves are no longer lovers.The sine qua non of love is companionship, and I've always insisted on that.

Time flies, the idiot bamboo horse and I are working hard in love in the college life where we get together less and more, and at the same time study hard, improve skills, plan for the future, and plan to come out...

Until the arrival of the senior internship period, we still used phone calls one hour before going to bed every day as the main means of love communication at school, which made me often... dissatisfied with desire...

The box of famous brand safety supplies that my mother gave me before I went to college was used up in the action of eating stupid bamboo horses, and I also spent a lot of money for this action. So the separation of the two places will inevitably lead to dissatisfaction with desires... I still have very correct values: having desires is a normal expression!I don't understand why the stupid bamboo horse is shy every time.

For the pre-graduation internship, I successfully got an excellent recommendation based on my consecutive first-class scholarship results and the excellent work experience of the chairman of the student union. After passing the strict written test and interview, I entered the foreign company where the elite seniors and offline seniors work.Originally, I could choose to send graduate students or even be sent to study abroad by the government, but there is no doubt that these two choices are not conducive to my financial independence plan and lover's sweet companionship plan, so through the advice of the elite seniors, the stupid bamboo horse and I are going to work first and then study, and accumulate After a certain amount of work experience, you can study abroad to obtain a higher degree.Of course, the main reason is that the current level of the idiot bamboo horse is not yet qualified for studying abroad, so I hope to wait for him.When the time comes for us to travel together, to study, to be independent, to go to the country that allows us to be together legally to get a marriage certificate, and to be together legally forever.

Stupid Bamboo Horse's grades were unexpectedly out of the box. He worked hard beyond my expectations and worked hard to get an internship in a well-known company in the Imperial Capital. When the admission was confirmed, he smiled proudly and ostentatiously at me, eagerly waiting for the praise.

But I looked distressed.I know that he is also a man, he also has pride, and he also has ambitions... But I don't want him to work hard, I don't want him to be haggard... I am very sad and firm hope that I bring him happiness, not just psychological support and companionship, Rather, it must include material well-being.

"I am responsible for making money to support the family, and you are responsible for laughing and joking." I want to say this to him.

However, what was said was:

"Yes, you, come on!"

For him, the happiness that we work together to build is the happiness to be proud of. I want to fulfill his idea.

Of course, I didn't give up my determination, but I still put it in my heart and act quietly.Let him maintain the pride brought about by hard work, let us make money to support our family together, and laugh and laugh together.

After we packed up the rented den, another unexpected surprise came: we were "come out" without any surprise or danger.Not only was there no surprise or danger, but for us, we were overjoyed.

My mother called to ask if our renting a house in the imperial capital was going well, so I reported the current situation to my mother and chatted about the housework.It was a gossip as usual, but unexpectedly, my mother gradually hesitated and squeaked for a while, then tentatively asked me if I was with the idiot bamboo horse.

What my mother asked was "are you together", not "are you together", the word "are" has a deep meaning.Coupled with the obviously unusual questioning tone, how could I not hear my mother's real question.I was puzzled. I asked myself that I didn't show anything unusual at home, and I was very careful not to be too close to the stupid bamboo horse. How did my mother see it?Moreover, there is also a trace of panic... We never thought about coming out now before we started working, and my mother's tone couldn't tell whether it was support or opposition... However, since it has been seen, I still don't want to be perfunctory and cheating mother.

"Yes, mom." I answered my mother solemnly.

After that, the mother was silent for a long time.

When I was ready to accept my mother's anger or sadness, my mother took me by surprise.

"Then treat people well, don't bully the little boy all the time, tell us if you don't have enough money!" What's going on?Mother's tone even brought a little joy?

"Huh?" I feel like I'm a bit out of control of the situation, is this a happy acceptance?Or laugh out loud?

"It means you, you are always a bit domineering, and you always oppressed Xiaoguai before. Since we are together, treat others well and don't bully Xiaoguai. Otherwise, your godfather and godmother will punish you. You and I Dad will also support Xiaoguai!" It's confirmed!Mother is indeed a cheerful tone!

"Mom...you...accepted..." I wonder if this is a dream, and the problem of coming out that we have been worrying about has been solved in this way?

"Cough... I've seen that you guys are getting tired of it...Your mother, who am I? I can't tell! Don't worry, we have talked together, and our professional knowledge has become an expert! Although it is a pity that you don't have a baby ... But it can be adopted! You and Xiaoguai can give us a mixed-race grandson! The mixed-race child is so beautiful. Have you seen the movie made by so-and-so? The mixed-race boy in it is so cute. I really want to have a grandson like that ..." The mother talked endlessly about the beautiful mixed-race grandson...

I went from sluggishness to surprise, from surprise to surprise, from surprise to gratitude...I don't know how many times I felt in my heart, what kind of virtues I had accumulated in my previous life to be so lucky in this life.

"Mom, thank you." I finally realized what it was like to speak choked up.

"Little boy! Come here!" After hanging up the phone, I used my mother's nickname for the stupid bamboo horse, and I couldn't wait to tell him the good news.

After chatting with the elders in detail, I found out that it was the mistake of the stupid bamboo horse that caused us to be "come out of the closet".This idiot put a whole thick sketchbook on the desk and forgot to put it away, and his aunt saw the contents of the sketchbook.The content in the sketchbook...without one exception, is all about me...the date of signing has been since junior high school, and I am standing, sitting, running, or lying down, and even a little closer, and I am sleeping naked...

Stupid bamboo horse is good at sketching, I know, stupid bamboo horse has a sketchbook, I know, but I never knew that this guy has hidden a sketchbook for sketching me all these years!I once teased him whether he wanted to draw my naked sketch, but he shyly and strongly refused!It turns out that I sketched it while I was asleep!Who knows which sketch of the sleeping face after the Harmony Movement was seen by the elders!

I used force to suppress the stupid lover, and pressed him to read his secret sketchbook with me on the bed. The sketches full of emotion, from the raw at the beginning to the lifelike later, filled me with warmth and happiness Satisfied, full of desire to possess him.This stupid lover, how much effort he put in to love me where I can't see it...

Fortunately, I finally found my "like", I finally confirmed the emotion called love, and I firmly said to him:

"I love you."

The happiness is that I received the most beautiful reply in the world:

"I love you too."

☆, Confessions of a Stupid Bamboo Horse Confessions of a Stupid Bamboo Horse: What a blessing.

Now, my elite bamboo horse, remember?I once said a word to you:

"You were born to beat me!"

In fact, this is the first half of the sentence, the first half of the sentence I said to you.

"But how could I let you overcome me willingly and intoxicated?"

In fact, this is the second half of the sentence. I kept it in my heart and didn't tell you the second half of the sentence.

You don't know, before I know it, I can't leave your eyebrows and eyes; before I know it, I can't leave your breath; before I know it, I can't leave your bullying; , I cannot do without your company...

However, I am also afraid that you will find out that I am unconscious: what if I am rejected by you?I am such a good-for-nothing, so rebellious and different, so inconspicuous, so unworthy of you... I have always known that you are "other people's good boy", and I will always be "look at other people" A child of the family"... Yes, I humbled myself in front of you...but I also brazenly clinged to you in front of you, because—I was not reconciled.

I am not reconciled not to see you, not reconciled not to look for you, not reconciled not to paint you, not reconciled not to think of you.

This feeling, even if you like it?I like you for a long time.

Can such a liking for many years be called "love"?

The definition doesn't matter anymore, just confirming those "unwilling" is enough to support me to harass you, let you bully me, and accompany you with my self-abased but brave all these years.

Looking back now, I am always proud of myself—fortunately, I fell in love with you.

When did I fall in love with you?In fact, I can't tell the exact time myself.If you really want to infer, it is probably the warmth of being with you day and night, and your charm.

Your excellence is too much. Not only are you so good at studying, you are so handsome, you are versatile in sports, you attract peach blossoms everywhere... and so on and so on!But for me, the most excessive thing is actually just your tenderness and consideration.

Inadvertent caring, inadvertent tolerance, inadvertent care...even though there is always a cold expression, but so much inadvertent warmth, like a frog boiled in warm water, fell into me. When I recovered, I didn't want to take my eyes off your figure .

You taught me not to always pretend to be a hippie smiley face to be sad:

"Don't laugh if you don't want to, idiot."

I have long forgotten that it was a forced smile after being wronged. I just remember that you stared at me coldly for a while, then came up with your big hands and rubbed my hair fiercely, and said these words to me majestically.

I don't know how many times you've called me a "stupid" but I haven't been so overwhelmed by a "stupid" before - like I'm hiding behind the door of a small dark room crying and laughing, thinking the disguise is perfect , but you suddenly opened the door, let the sun and your figure break into my world, made me suddenly feel hot surrounded by the cold, made me unable to hide, let me face all feelings, let me confess my heart - I control I can't help my inferiority complex and sensitivity, but the sun warms the icicles from the outside, and I can't restrain my joy like grasping at straws. I have been immersed in the warmth since then, and I don't want to quit even if it is doomed.

Probably from then on, you became such a role in my world, such a savior-like role-even though I understand that my parents are the most caring and loving people in the world compared to you, but I am still obsessed with the love from you. Your warmth—maybe because your warmth is too direct, and so many of your "inadvertent" are too gentle, in short, you are too much, just like this to lure me into rebellion...

I have always liked painting. For me, this hobby has nothing to do with the nobility of art. My original intention is just to feel my own heart.For the things I like, I will be very happy to draw and paint, and that happiness makes me unsatisfied.My sketch of you becomes smoother and more similar in my own happiness.I often fantasize that I would ask you for credit with a sketchbook, let you see my happiness, let you share my happiness... However, when I think of the disgust you may have for me when you are proud and excellent, my inferiority complex will be suppressed Under this impulse, continue to maintain a secret love.

Until your gentleness accumulates more and more...until you are still tolerant and considerate in the face of my unspeakable secrets...until you indulge my presumptuousness...in short, I think you are responsible for paying for my secret love, You are responsible for ending my bitterness...

So, after a long, long crush, I decided to confess, and from the moment I made up my mind, I tried my best to hold back the urge to cry.Because I know that you will definitely refuse, and I will definitely be sad.

But please don't blame yourself for my sadness, you are not wrong, you just express your heart as it should be.Even though I thought coquettishly in my heart, "You are responsible", my reason clearly knew that it was my illusion.From the bottom of my heart, thank you for allowing my wayward confession to bother you, for allowing me to tell you, "I like you".

are you nice to me

good.There is no doubt about it.

Even if you are cold - but you are cold to everyone.I am honored to have had the privilege of seeing more of your expressions up close.

Even if you're fierce—but you're not superficially gentle with anyone.I have been honored to have been warmed by your inner tenderness.

Even indifferent - but you don't care much about anyone.I've had the honor of being called "stupid" countless times by you.

Lots and lots of "even if... but...", lots and lots of "I'm honored"...

I lie on the bed and let the pillow absorb the tears and snot that I vented unscrupulously and freely. Thinking of this, I feel that even if I am rejected, even if I am hated... But, it's over, my vacillating secret love feelings finally come to an end, even though it's sweet No longer, but a period, is better than an ellipsis.

In fact, after all, it is you who is too much. Those who make up their own minds bother you, those who make up their own minds cause trouble, and those who make up their own minds stick to each other and leave.

Hey, I really like the elite bamboo horses I like very much, have you ever felt a little troubled by my "self-assertion"?

You always frown slightly to teach me, you always make more expressions about my things... Even when I confess, your incredible surprised expression is unique because of me... So these explanations Even if you are as indifferent as you, you still have a little trouble for me, right?

I'm actually... honored and delighted by this... because it means you're thinking of me.

"It's worth it. This is my last indulgence to you, thank you."

I hugged the pillow covered with my own snot and tears, thinking happily and sadly.

what……

did not expect……

Especially unexpected...

Unexpectedly beyond my expectation...

[-]% beyond my expectation...

"You run, idiot!"

This familiar handwriting, this familiar tone... I was shocked when I received the package, your handwriting, your number-I got your number from my mother, but I never dared to contact-you are still willing Come connect with me?

Ah, it turned out to be a package for my mother... Thank you, it was very difficult to write letters and send packages for my mother... I bothered you... Huh?Is there anything else in this pocket?

So... I saw this note - "Run away, idiot!"

Scary beyond the table!

What does this mean?You still allow us to be friends?do you care about me?

I don't dare to think...don't be like this...you know I never have the willpower to make up my mind!Never do it dry and crisp!It's always been disconnected!so!

and so……

So... Please don't use your "casual tenderness" to tempt me...don't force me to indulge my feelings...don't give me hope that there is no way out...

I'm sorry, I'm really not strong, I really can't do a shameless confession and after being rejected, I still act as if nothing happened, just like before, to face you calmly... So, I am an idiot, run away .

Ah... the days go by like this!

Study hard every day, eat, drink and have fun every day, gag every day, work hard every day... I don't want you.

I promised you that even if you are different, you should not give up on yourself. You should live a good life, be healthy and happy, and take care of yourself... I have indeed implemented this. I just think that time flies faster, and I don’t need to miss any good times anyway, so it doesn’t matter about those "eternal youth".

Only by passing it faster can I reduce my incurable thoughts.

However, shocking again... nah!I especially like the elite bamboo horses that I like very much!You were really born to beat me!

how can youHow can you!how can you...

How could you just appear in front of me on this special day? !

I hallucinate?Standing in front of me is a dusty you!

I hallucinate?This you in front of me smiled at me!

I hallucinate?In front of me, the dusty and smiling you said to me warmly:

"You run, idiot."

You... really... too much...

I cried in front of you, I cried in your arms, I cried in your heart... I am very happy, because the only person I can cry and vent unscrupulously is you, except for my pillow.

And you are obviously a better existence than a pillow.

I thought I only had my pillow left, but I never expected...you, you are back.

Hey, I love the elite bamboo horses of love, you know, the next thing is like I'm daydreaming-I'm so determined!I will risk everything!You can't get rid of me!How can you still leave me after being so overly gentle!Relying on you is my irresistible desire.

Even though I have such ambitions, I still pretend to be reserved... In fact, you can see it, I don't want you to let go of my hand... In fact, you can see it, I really look forward to what you can do to me...

Your confession made me so shocked and ecstatic that I froze... Your kiss made me indulge in happiness...

Finally, I can still act like a baby to you and be willful to you.

Finally, I am allowed to act like a spoiled child to you, to be willful to you.

Finally, we are equal, one person confesses once, and we are in love with each other.

How lucky I was to grow up with you.

How lucky I am to have your crush fantasy.

How lucky I am to have you.

How lucky I am to have you.

Hey, my elite bamboo horse, that sentence of yours is so beautiful, can you say it again?

"I love you."

How fortunate it is to hear this.

"I love you too."

☆, the confession of the second off-line senior of the second episode, the prince and the prince started a happy life without shame

"You really have a bad personality without realizing it."

I've been told that by my friends.

Maybe, can't be counted as friends? The recognition of "friends" should be mutual. I often easily recognize others as my friends, but may others be more willing to be passers-by when they treat me?Because, I have such an "unconscious bad personality", which is very annoying.

People who have just met me say that I am a handsome guy with enthusiasm and vitality. Yes, I am also satisfied with my appearance and my enthusiasm.But it didn't take long before I was judged as crazy: off-line, silly, can't read face, silly, can't read atmosphere, silly, clingy, silly, overly self-righteous enthusiasm, silly...why So much "stupid fun", because "a real fool hides under the skin of a handsome guy"...

I've always known this fact because I've been told and reminded of it so badly by others.Because of my heartless nervous personality, I was disgusted, but also because of my heartless nervous personality, I was still silly and happy.

If you are not happy, what else can you do?I can't change more of the natural factors of personality, so it's best if others can accept it, but if I can't accept it, I still don't care, and I still enjoy my own happiness.

I am so self-righteous and happy, self-righteous and indifferent, self-righteous life.

When I thought I was going to be so self-righteous all the time, I finally couldn't hide my panic, I finally found my loneliness, and I was finally willing to admit that there is a desire called "to be warmed", called The desire to be "included", the desire to be called "to be accompanied"—that is, "someone by my side", this kind of desire.

I'm not really stupid, I actually understand it... I just keep telling myself not to understand it, it's just hypnotizing myself to be happy.When the fireworks of desire devoured the mask, I finally gave birth to a little courage to face the truth, no longer suppressed feelings, no longer obeyed the rules and regulations, and no longer be a self-righteous fool.

So, I'm speaking out to my family and people I thought were friends.

So, I confessed to my family and people I thought were friends.

So, I came out to my family and people I thought were friends.

Yes, coming out, I'm gay, I'm a... what they say... "disgusting"...

It turns out that all the "stupid fun" in the past was really a fool's behavior: no one recognized me, no one understood me, and no one respected me. "

Disgusting person," the word my parents yelled at me after I'd pointed it all out, and the one I thought was a friend said it contemptuously at me.

My parents have always been very strict with me. In my feeling, they only need me to maintain excellent grades all the time, and they only need me to make them face in front of outsiders.They gave me a lot of rules and regulations. If I couldn't do it, they strictly punished me and demanded me. If I did... they still strictly demanded me.My excellence is what they think is "as it should be", and my obedience is naturally "as it should be".And I suddenly broke the mask of a good boy and broke the "should be", so in their eyes and hearts, I immediately degenerated into a "disgusting person".

My father beat me several times, saying that if I was killed, I would pretend that I had never had such a disgusting thing.My mother kept scolding me and shed tears.

And the people I thought were friends, they spread what they thought was gossip news all over the world, inciting the whole world to call me a "disgusting person".

Ah, in retrospect, it was actually my happiest period of time. "Pain", because of being scolded and beaten, because of being said to be disgusting. "Quick", because I finally stopped hiding it, finally recognized my own desires, and finally learned to be real and see the real clearly, so there is a kind of strange happiness.Pain and happiness - "happy".

I even thought that it doesn't matter even if my father kills me. Having such a happy mood is not in vain for so many years that I have come to the world to be free and unrestrained.

However, I was not eliminated in the end.

Maybe it's because of my excellent grades that the school is reluctant to lose one of the first-line places?Perhaps the teachers have an outsider's stance?Maybe someone appreciates my heartless, giggling, bad character?In short, I was rescued by the school and the teacher, from the darkness, rescued.

"There are all kinds of people in the world, and no one has the right to deny other people's orientation and hobbies, as long as it is legal and reasonable. You are still young, life will go on, your vision will be broader, and your road is still far away. You need to move on and get on with your own life."

My kind female head teacher told me so.

She helped me wrap bandages, apply medicine, rent a small house for me, pay my rent... I used to think that she was like a radiant Madonna, giving me unparalleled warmth.

So, just wanting to repay the kindness of the school and the teacher, I desperately tossed my grades