When I was in the second grade of elementary school, there was an essay titled "My Favorite __". I remember that all the children at that time wrote about the cat that had just died at home, or the pencil box that his father gave him a few days ago. Only I wrote about my favorite person.
His name is Luo Xu.
He is the first person I like, I knew it from the first moment I met him.
I don't know how to start that essay. I secretly browsed through a collection of letters at home. Later, I heard my mother say that my father bought the collection of letters to flirt with my mother. When I read through the whole article, there were all slippery love poems. So the article "My Favorite Li Xu" was written by me like a love letter to a young boy in Huaichun.
Our head teacher's Chinese language teacher wrote the following comment below: The feelings are sincere, but the language is too exaggerated and gorgeous, and you can tell at a glance that it was copied.
For this reason, the head teacher invited my mother to school for tea. Fortunately, he didn't know that Luo Xu was a boy in the next class, so he only revealed my tendency to fall in love and did not know about my homosexuality.
Many years later, I accidentally discovered this composition book of mine while tidying up my room. The originally yellowed paper had become wrinkled. At that time, I thought the words "Tezan" looked like they were crawling on a dog. The opening paragraph reads like this.
In this lonely summer, I was lying on my single bed looking at the dazzling stars outside the window. The itchy prickly heat woke me up. I missed you so much in this lonely night...