A boy went hometown together with me yesterday night. He looked a little strange while we were waiting for the train. After threatening him several times, he agreed to tell me a secret on the train. I really regretted asking him the reason with curiosity later. The story was long and complicated, lasted for two years and ending before the day we went home with a happy ending.

He spent two hours telling the main part of the story about his tough pursuing for an outstanding girl, including three times’ being refused, two years’ keeping on, and yesterday’s being accepted. His desiring for an audient is understandable, so I became the only audience on the train. As long-winded as a girl, he couldn’t wait to share every detail staying with the girl with me. At the beginning I tried to act as interested as I could, then bacame sleepy, and was annoyed at last when he repeated that he would got a stomach every time her face appeared on his mind. I pretended to go to sleep while he seemed not to decide stop the talking. The moment I opened eyes, still gazing at me, smiling, he told me that he had got the fifth’s stomach. When someone is falling in love, it appeared that there must be some degrees’ wrong with their brains, reasonable to both girls and boys.