In the first year of high school, my front table was a boy.
At first, everyone's impression of him was pure. He doesn't like to talk, and the white T-shirt he wears every day exudes the scent of washing powder. Later, because I often stared at his back from time to time, I found that he would wear a white vest under his T-shirt every day, which made me puzzled. This is too exquisite compared to the other boys in the class who are wearing messy clothes.
Later, the classmates found that he was walking like a girl, and he didn't like to do the intense exercise that male classmates liked. Gradually, all the boys stopped playing with him, and they would whisper behind him. But I have an inexplicable affection for him.
He didn't talk to me very much, and our communication was limited to just borrowing a pen to borrow an eraser. The turning point was one day in physical education. My aunt had nothing to do in the classroom, and suddenly saw him sneaking back. At that time, a singer had just released a new album. I watched him listen carefully while wearing headphones, so I poked him in the back and asked him what he was doing.
Unexpectedly, during that lesson, we had a very enjoyable conversation in the classroom. I just know that he is so funny and humorous, and very fashionable. We all like stars who looked very small at that time. We also discuss literary novels, as if we have found a confidant.
I also discovered that he is actually very good-looking. The sun shines on his side face through the window, his white face is slightly reddish, and there are two dimples when he smiles.
It turns out that my confidant is at my front table.
From then on, if we go home together after school every day when nothing is going on, I will take him to play with my good female classmate. I vaguely think he is different, but how is the high school student at that time like now, I am careful not To touch him, we talk about everything but don't mention what kind of person the other person likes.
Later, his obvious characteristics caught the attention of more and more boys, and the bullying incidents that existed on any campus also happened to him.
It was an exam, and the classroom was quiet, and the sound of crickets outside the window came and went one after another. Everyone is doing the questions quietly.
The bastards in the class always handed in the papers first. He walked forward with the papers, walked to his table, poked him very naturally, and whispered something quietly with a smirk: death pervert.
Everyone in the class laughed in a low voice, but the teacher didn't notice anything unusual. He turned in the paper and smiled again and walked out of the classroom.
A terrible thing came, and then the naughty boys who passed by one after another couldn't help poking him when they passed him, whispering to him: dead pervert.
"Pervert, I haven't finished it yet"
......
I looked at his back, his back trembling slightly, but still trying hard to do the test questions. The mockery of those boys disgusted me so much, but I couldn't help him in any way.
After that, I became closer with him. He is really a good-tempered boy. I can close my eyes and leaning on his back during class and let him walk backwards with me, or I can pull his vest and laugh. Of course he will give me a CD, and I will also bring him breakfast. Gradually, a girl in the class asked if we were together.
In a blink of an eye, he reached the third year of high school.
When I was leaving, I gave him the classmates, and when he returned it to me, I saw such a sentence.
"The phoenix blossoming song will sound...One day, I will let you see me and him, and I will let you see our happiness."
I repeatedly watched his classmates record his line of handwriting. In today's words, he came out to me.
I can't hide my excitement. I already knew he liked boys. I was very happy that he could be honest with me when he graduated.
I passed a note to him.
"Come on, be yourself, nothing can beat yourself."
During the summer vacation of high school, he told me that he was going to get on the train north to find his boyfriend at that time.
He said, he is very good, handsome and thoughtful, I want to be with him, I want to try.
Since then, we have never seen each other again. It’s just that he heard some “smashing” news when he was partying during the winter and summer vacations in college: “He and another gay guy were caught in the dormitory”, “His posture in radio gymnastics was so ridiculous that all of us boys laughed at him. He threw stones, he deserves it"... The male high school classmate who told these news was admitted to the same local university as him. He looked disgusting and talked about the lace news between him and the boys.
Simon’s ending is probably what every LGBT group dreams of: holding hands with his lover, amidst the cheers of classmates and friends; when he comes out to his parents, they say it’s their fault, it shouldn’t have been so long since they have seen their changes. Then I give you a hug and tell you I'm proud of you.
Sorry, this only exists in the movie. In my life, I have never seen kindness to these groups.
I don't know what happened to him who walked with me in the sunset after school. I hope he laughs happily, because no one can stop him from hiding his lovely dimples.
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