Meet Jiaqi for the first time

Cold, cold from the top of the head to the fingertips.Yu Jiaqi lay on the bed, huddled into a ball.The moonlight shone in through the glass window, and his pretty face, which was comparable to that of a girl, was covered with crystal tears.A nightmarish voice haunted him, "Daddy loves you... Daddy loves you... don't be afraid, Daddy loves you..."

"Don't...don't..." He muttered in a low voice, suddenly woke up and sat up.There was silence, and the rest of the dormitory was still asleep.Panting, he slowly calmed down, lay down, and pulled the quilt to wrap himself tightly.

In the morning, he got up and changed his clothes, took out his cell phone from under his pillow and turned it on. Almost at the same time, a text message was sent to his cell phone.It was the mother, she said: "Come and see your father with me next weekend, okay?" It was time to visit the prison again, and every time my mother would remind him a week in advance to give him time to think about it, but he never went there once.Of course, this time was no exception. He deleted the information and went out with his schoolbag on his back.

Before the class, the head teacher said to everyone in front of the podium: "The propaganda wall area in charge of our class needs to draw a new picture, and the content must be healthy and uplifting. Chu Xi, Yu Jiaqi, this task is entrusted to you, before next weekend Finished!" Yu Jiaqi couldn't help turning her head to look at the boy named Chu Xi, he is the representative of the art class, tall and thin, with fair skin, the sun is always shining in a pair of clear eyes, the bridge of the nose is straight, smiling When I get up, I will show a mouth of very white teeth, and a shallow dimple on the left cheek.

After school, he took the initiative to come to him: "Come on, Yu Jiaqi, let's go draw!" "Oh, here we come!" He quickly packed up his things and followed him.

While painting, Yu Jiaqi couldn't help but secretly turned his face to look at him. He was painting intently, with a small dab of paint on his face, and the glow of the setting sun cast a golden silhouette on his body, making him His whole person looks very gentle.

He suddenly turned his head and grinned at him, "I didn't know that you are so good at painting!" He was almost submerged in the dimples filled with sunshine when he laughed, and replied blankly: "I'm going to After a few months of interest classes, but it is far behind you."

"I have been studying for more than ten years." He turned his face away and said while drawing seriously, "When I was young, my family enrolled me in many interest classes, and I was only interested in this, and my ideal was to become an artist. But my parents really want me to study business administration!"

Yu Jiaqi knew that his family ran a relatively large department store, and he probably wanted him to inherit the family business.He said carefully: "You can tell them what you really want to learn." "I said it, but they don't think painting will be very promising, and it can't even be regarded as a serious career at all. It can be used as a hobby at best." .”

"Oh." He didn't know what to say to him anymore.For the next hour, they drew in silence until Chuxi said goodbye to him.

Back in the dormitory, Yu Jiaqi began to feel annoyed at her clumsiness and cowardice. She had been in the same class for more than a year, and this was the first time they had been so close for a long time, yet she didn't even take the initiative to speak to him. None of the courage.

Yes, he likes Chuxi, his classmate who is also a boy.From the age of 13, he realized that he was different.By consulting various related books, he determined what it was.But he didn't tell anyone.

His biological father died when he was six years old, and when he was nine years old, his mother married his current stepfather, Zhang Cheng, a worthless scum who was good at pleasing his mother, and was imprisoned for theft four years ago up.My mother runs a barber shop by herself, and she is busy every day, so she has no time to care about him.

Nor did he expect that his mother would understand him if he said it.Just because he accepts his differences doesn't mean everyone else will too.Even if that person is his favorite mother.This society seems to have improved a lot, but in the bones of many people, some cognitions have been ingrained in the bone marrow, and it is difficult to change, such as prejudice against minority groups like them.And his mother is also an ordinary traditional woman who grew up in this conservative society. He dare not take risks, preferring to hide forever.