Li Jiyu and I have known each other for ten years. We were in the same class for three years in junior high school; we were in different schools for three years in high school, but the two schools were less than two kilometers apart; and we were both in Beijing for four years at university.
I really hate him. A letter of report from his evil-hearted uncle turned my life upside down. He must have felt ashamed of me. He treated me so well and thought I didn't know anything. In fact, I knew it, and I accepted his compensation uneasily but rationally, until he got drunk and said to me: It would be great if you were a man.
Of course, I never doubted his sexual orientation. When he said this, he just felt that such a big change was barely a test for men, but a huge blow to women, and he would have to make up for it in a few years. That day, I suddenly felt that I was so damn tired these past few years. I didn't care about his good deeds and had to act pretentious. How tiring.
Zhou Minato said: If he knows that you know, tell me, will you die or him?
I smiled: Who said he didn't know?
Whether I know or not, we have known each other for so many years. After all, thank you for taking care of me.