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Fang Ruogu has a secret, he doesn't like girls.

Fang Ruogu also has a classmate who doesn't like girls either.

The teenager's grades are among the best, and he is favored by teachers.He refused to be a class cadre on the grounds that he didn't want to waste his study time, but he was willing to waste his time tirelessly tutoring Fang Ruogu with his homework over and over again.

Although the results were minimal, he never tired of it.

He thought to himself that with his achievements as a teenager, he must be able to save the key points, but he couldn't.So Fang Ruogu always believed that the two would part ways sooner or later, so he didn't plan to have a deep friendship.

The turning point happened on a night when the moon was thin. After the evening self-study, the boy pulled him to the rooftop, as if he had something to say.

The evening breeze on the rooftop was slightly cool, blowing the boy's slightly longer forehead hair, his obsidian-like eyes stared deeply at Fang Ruogu, terribly bright.

"I know that your sexual orientation is different from ordinary people. I saw the magazine you hid. It just so happens that I like you. I want to be admitted to the provincial key with you, and then to the same university. At that time, we will be in together, okay?"

The young people's feelings are green and hot, just like the sizzling lemon sparkling water in midsummer, which gives people a strong stimulation and at the same time refreshes the heart and spleen.

The other party didn't ask for his opinion, and even helped him plan the future, Fang Ruogu had reason to suspect that the purpose of this person might just be to let him study hard.

At that time, same-sex relationships were not accepted by the world, but Fang Ruogu's confession made Fang Ruogu feel that he was not a different kind, at least there were people like him.

So he acquiesced in the boy's care, and began to study hard, writing down the knowledge points he didn't understand in his notebook, and asking the boy to explain it to him after class.

Later, Fang Ruogu got good grades in the final exam, and he happily extended an invitation to the boy: "Come to my house for dinner, as a thank you gift."

"Okay."

Mother Fang learned that the top student in her class was coming to eat at home, so she put down her satchel and went out to buy groceries without saying a word when she came back from get off work.

Fang Ruogu dragged the young man to the bedroom, and enthusiastically introduced the gadgets he had collected to him.

"This is the rock I picked up last month when I climbed the mountain. It looks good."

He spread out his palm triumphantly, and a milky white stone the size of a pigeon egg appeared in front of the boy. It was shaped like an irregular heart, and it was covered with a layer of sparkling crystals.

"It looks good." The corner of the boy's mouth curled slightly, he didn't look at Shi Zi, but stared at Fang Ruogu intently.

"And this, I picked it up when I went to the beach. This is the first time I've seen a transparent stone!" Fang Ruogu raised his hand towards the window, and the warm yellow sunset cast a small light spot on the ground through the stone.

Not getting a response, Fang Ruogu turned his head in dissatisfaction, and suddenly bumped into the smiling eyes of the young man.

"Cough..." He cleared his throat, "Do you like it? Give it to you."

The boy shook his head and whispered, "I don't want this, I want that love."

"Okay." Fang Ruogu boldly put things into his pocket, "Do you want to read comics? Or watch TV?"

"I can do it."

Fang Ruogu walked to the bookcase and picked it out for a long time, then took out two comics and handed one to the boy.

The two of them lay on the bed quietly reading a book, neither of them spoke.The sun that slanted into the room darkened silently, Fang Ruogu looked up at the clock beside the bed, it was six o'clock.

He yawned and said vaguely: "I'm so sleepy, why hasn't my mother come back yet?"

The boy got up too hard, his eyes turned black, he staggered, and subconsciously grabbed Fang Ruogu's arm.

Unexpectedly, his center of gravity was unstable, and the two of them fell onto the bed at the same time.The warm breath was lingering and gentle, and someone's heart beat like a drum, shaking Fang Ruogu uneasy.

There was an abrupt sound at the door, the sound of a shopping bag full of ingredients falling heavily to the ground.The fruit in the bag rolled to the bed, as if waiting for the show to begin.

Fang Ruogu's mind went blank for a moment, he looked blankly at the door, his mother's shocked and disgusted eyes pierced his heart like an awl, making him feel like falling into an ice cave.

On the second day, at the beginning of what should have been a happy summer vacation, Fang Ruogu's house was covered with dark clouds, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

"Send it to some college, I heard that it can also be cured there."

"Alright, my child will be admitted to a key university in the future, and this problem must be cured."

It turned out that they were really heterogeneous. They clearly did nothing, but they were directly sentenced to death.

Fang Ruogu didn't know how he got through it, his memory was already incomplete.

The students around me are like puppets on strings, without emotions, thoughts, and numbly obeying the instructor's orders.The endless physical training is disgusting, showing a little slack, and what awaits him is the beating with a ruler and a belt.

At night, earth-shattering screams can be heard from time to time in the campus, which can be heard throughout the school, but no one cares.

In the eyes of the students, abuse and beating are commonplace, and they have long seen it.

Once, Fang Ruogu accidentally spilled the vegetable soup, and he was beaten like a storm, and then he was locked in a small dark room for three days and three nights.The room was damp and cramped, with no windows and no light.The mental and physical torture made him almost collapse, and his thoughts of suicide became more and more intense.

At this time, another him was born.

"They won't let you die like this. It's more practical to think about how to escape."

"If you can't escape, you will die."

"Since it's death anyway, let's take a gamble on what your parents will choose."

He won the bet.

On the day of the visit, Fang Ruogu slammed his head against the gray wall, glaring blood flowed down his forehead, and said every word to his heart: "Take me home, or you can choose to take my body back."

Mother Fang softened her heart and compromised.

After returning home for a long time, Fang Ruogu refused to communicate with anyone, stayed behind closed doors all day long, huddled in a dark corner, and rubbed the transparent stone.

There was a fierce quarrel between his parents outside the door, but he turned a deaf ear to it.Sometimes when he got tired of listening, he opened the door with a cold expression and no emotion in his eyes.

Mother Fang's eyes were full of tears: "Why do you..."

With a bang, Fang Ruogu slammed the door shut, interrupting what his mother was saying.

The couple are traditional parents, their love for their children is true, and their attempts to control their children are also true.Fortunately, they were not stubborn, they collected relevant information everywhere, and finally believed Fang Ruogu's words, and regretted their mistakes.

So, out of conscience, the two planned to persuade the boy's parents to take the child home.Fang Ruogu walked out of the dark bedroom and said expressionlessly, "I'll go too."

"It's not a formal school at all..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? My child stayed there well and picked him up halfway. If the illness hasn't been cured, isn't it a waste of work?"

"He will die!" Fang Ruogu's temples were bulging with veins, his eyes were red, "He will die inside—"

"roll!"

Fang Ruogu's family of three had no choice but to leave. Later, he really waited for the news of the boy's death.

It is said that he was beaten to death with a solid iron rod as thick as a baby's arm.

It is said that he delayed training to find a heart-shaped pebble.

It is said that until he died, he still held the stone tightly in his palm.