As a good young man who considers himself to have extremely upright views, I have ten little things that are hard to talk about.
These ten things are like ten walnut shells. If you say they are big, they won't hurt when you put them on your body; if you say they are small, they will always make you feel uncomfortable in your heart.
Therefore, these ten hollow walnut shells have become a taboo for me. Although it may not be a piece of shit in the eyes of others, in my heart it has become a secret that I am determined to take to my grave.
Of course, even if you take it to the grave, you still have to drag two people with it. Of the two of them, one broke the walnut shell and the other emptied the walnut kernel, leaving me with ten pieces of broken pieces.
Of these two people, one is my first girlfriend and the other is my first boyfriend.