The man in front of me looked at each other for a second and a half, and suddenly he broke out into a very weak smile, "You said you are GAY?"
What a gentle ghost! I mentally crossed out my previous evaluation of him and yelled at him, "None of your business!"
"Hey, we are the same kind." He still looked at me with a smile, "I'm gay too!"
Many, many years later, after the people in my stories have grown old, and I am often too confused to remember my own name, I can still clearly remember Mo Yan on that day.
He smiled warmly in the sunshine, and he seemed to want to put all the light into his eyes. He said, we are also the same kind.