I have a good heart, and even though I died nine times, I still have no regrets.
My mother sent me to the iron gate and said, "Don't blame Mom, it's for your own good."
She walked quickly without looking back.
My name is Wen Yucheng.
From that day on, I underwent "therapy."
They shaved off my head and made me shout "homosexuality is sinful".
They showed me a PPT and told me that this was a disease and needed to be cured.
They said they could turn me back into a "normal person".
There's a bit of pink between my nails.
It was painted on Lu Huaijin's birthday. He said he would apply it every year from now on.
Then he disappeared.
I count the cracks in the ceiling every day. From one end to the other, there are seventeen branches.
Later, I saw a figure from behind in the crowd of workers.
He glanced back at me. Nodded.
That was the first time in two months that someone treated me as a human being.
Then he was taken away.
The sound of beatings at the end of the corridor seemed to hit me one after another.
Later I kept thinking about one thing:
When he was taken away, he could clearly have said "I don't know him."
You might not need to be beaten if you tell me.
But he didn't say it.
There are some things they can't take away.
Such as cracks. Such as nail polish. For example, what he didn't say.
My name is Wen Yucheng.
I remember.
Concept: Love is not a disease
