Hey... random angst incoming...
The story begins:
“Bo Chu, I wish I could become you...”
“But I can’t. I’m too stupid.”
She said, “I want to go to college with Bo Chu. I like him, and I want to marry him!”
He promised, “Nan Zhi, we’ll never be separated.”
Later,
Every night, he would take Nan Zhi’s hand and murmur, “Nan Zhi, I wish I could become you...”
“Nan Zhi, let me suffer in your place. I’ll let you become me...”
Later still,
Everyone thought he was grieving too much. Held tight in Bo’s father’s arms, he struggled and said, “I’m not Bo Chu. I’m Song Nanzhi. I’m Nan Zhi, Uncle. I’m not Bo Chu. I’m Nan Zhi, I’m Song Nanzhi...”
“Please save him, I’m begging you, save him...” Song Nanzhi fought free and stumbled over to tug at the doctor’s trouser leg. Kneeling at the doctor’s feet, he kept bowing his head and pleading again and again.
Much later,
Every night, Song Nanzhi would talk to himself. No, not himself: he was talking to Bo Chu’s body. The Bo Chu in the mirror looked more and more mature and charming.
Song Nanzhi smiled and said, “Bo Chu, you know what? You’re even more handsome now than you used to be.”
As he spoke, Nan Zhi couldn’t help kissing the person in the mirror.
The “Bo Chu” of later years never married. When people asked why, he would smile and answer, “My beloved is me, and I’m the one my beloved loves!”
Every story is short, some have happy endings and some tragic ones, and some are BL... Anyway, it’s all a jumble. There are lots and lots of short stories waiting for you to read!
