When the professor's youngest son was sixteen years old, he discovered that he had feelings for the statue and calmly accepted that he was gay. One day, his father found one of the most promising students in the Chinese department and brought him back to dinner, but his youngest son was staring at the man he would love for the rest of his life at the dinner table. Many years later, Li Qingshen recalled that day. He stood where I had stood a few minutes ago, smiling brightly under the same light. The unbuttoned buttons of his shirt collar secretly shone in the light. He said to me in a gentle tone: "Hello, my name is Qin Shen."