After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

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Xie Ning thought: He has been waiting for this sentence for too long.

For so many years, it is not that no one has told him that homosexuality is not a disease. Our country has passed the same-sex marriage law.

However, from the mouth of a psychologist, it has a different meaning.

It was like an authority figure, solemnly removing the shackles from him and proclaiming him not guilty.

Xie Ning thought that his heart should have fluctuated. The clinker was in his ears at this moment, but he never made any big waves.

Other people's hearts are shining, throwing a stone down, rippling waves of waves.

The lake in his heart was frozen, and the stone smashed on the ice with a huge noise, but since then disappeared, there is no follow-up.

So Shainin just blinked and even smiled inconspicuously.

His emotions were too light and too weak, and even joy was separated by a thick layer of ice at this time.

Only one person is different.

In front of Zhuang Yan, those ice cubes will gradually melt, as if from winter to spring, from black and white painting to color painting, showing his colorful inner world.

If his emotions turned into inextricable threads, then Father Xie and Yan Xi tied one end each, and the rest was wrapped around Zhuang Yan.

"Thank you." Xie Ning said to Ji Wenbin, "Thank you for letting me hear this."

If he can take a sip from the water cup at this time, he will find the dangling water in the cup, and then find his shaking hands.

It's not that he has no feelings and emotions, but he has even forgotten himself.

Ji Wenbin flashed a few thoughts in his mind, and finally smiled at him thoughtfully: "If you have any unpleasant experiences and feelings, you can talk to me."

Xie Ning looked down, thought for a while, and then slowly spoke.

...

Xie Ning rarely thinks about things before adulthood, and most of them are unpleasant experiences.

Occasionally I think of it, and what is most impressive is that the psychologist repeatedly transmitted to him the thought of "homosexuality is mental illness" and Xia Wan's occasional hysteria.

Those psychologists would always ask him a lot of questions, dig out the roots of his past, and look for the abnormalities in him from a little bit of clues.

They would look at him with pity, but the kind of compassion made Xie Ning's creeps.

It seems to say: Although you are mentally ill, it doesn't matter. It can be cured. You want you to be obedient.

As long as you are obedient.

Xia Wan sometimes cried and hugged him, with a mournful voice: "Ningning, it's okay, you'll be better. Listen to your mother. Don't like men. Your mother will make you a normal person."

Her expression is really like a mother facing a terminally ill child, sad and firm.

Xie Ning would occasionally be in a daze, whether the normal person she was talking about corresponds to homosexuality or neurosis.

Or in Xia Wan's eyes, there is no difference.

At first, he would also express his views with Xia Wan: "Homosexuality is just a sexual orientation..."

In exchange for Xia Wan's hysterical anger: "Why is my son gay! Why are you such a person!"

Why am I such a person?