When Song Zhiyi was eighteen years old, she met a boy
"My name is Song Zhiyi, your new deskmate."
"The south wind knows my will and blows my dreams to Xizhou. It's a nice name."
"Hmm"
"My name is Jiang Shiyi, please take good care of me."
"Your name sounds nice too."
"Oh, really?"
"Hmm"
"You are so cold and cold!"
"..."
"Don't be silent"
"You are so noisy"
One by one
Song Zhiyi's parents died, and he had been living in his uncle's house. His uncle treated him poorly and often left him with too many meals.
Once he was seriously ill, and his uncle was unwilling to see a doctor for him, which led to the root cause of the disease. He had few friends and was always at home. Later, he met Jiang Shiyi in high school. Jiang Shiyi had a sunny personality and was a very good person. They had always been good friends in high school, and later they both enrolled in the same school, but because Jiang Shiyi has a cheerful and generous personality that is liked by many girls, so when he went to college, many people sent love letters to Jiang Shiyi. Song Zhiyi was one of them, but he was very introverted, so they always put them quietly on his desk. But later he found that Jiang Shiyi didn't read love letters. He watched the love letters he had written countless times being thrown into the trash can. , Feeling a little stinging in his heart, he asked Jiang Shiyi "Why don't you read the love letters?" Jiang Shiyi just said lightly: "I don't want to fall in love, and there are some boys in this pile of love letters. Isn't it disgusting for boys to fall in love with boys?"
Song Zhiyi was stunned. He had never thought that Jiang Shiyi with such a good personality would find homosexuality disgusting. Later, he learned about Jiang Shiyi's thoughts. He couldn't believe it. The person he liked told him personally that he found homosexuality disgusting. His heart ached. He rushed out of the classroom like crazy. He didn't want to face the cruel facts anymore. He wanted to run home. He wanted to hide in the bedroom, cover his head with the quilt and sleep. When he woke up, the world returned to its original state. He really wanted to escape.
One by one
What happened to me? Did I disappear?
"The love letter I wrote to you is also a suicide note."
Intention: None