I had one regret, the girl in opposite building, I should show my love to her, but now I didn’t have the chance. Who cared? I thought I was going to die soon in this kind of rough environment. 100 years later, she would go to heaven too. 100 years later, oh, it would be 2113.

      During my days on mainland, I always liked to attract listeners. Now I was writing in my head, I guessed I only needed to attract myself. There was no need to care about other readers but me.

      I decided to write something about human. Some of them lived in my real life before, some of them I learnt from books. Maybe I should begin from acquaintances in real life.

      I didn’t need to mention their names for it’s meaningless. I guess I would rename them according to my will.

      Sissy was the first one I wanted to mention. He was my bedmate of junior middle school. Though he was a boy, he had a female voice and figure and I really despised him.

      My junior middle school was poor and I had to share bed with Sissy. I offered mosquito net to both of us, but he drilled several holes on the top of it so that he could hang his stupid things through those holes by hooks. I really hated it; hence, we had a fight. His legs were too short to kick me; I got advantage to give him a nice hit.

      He could tell dirty jokes. Until today, I could still remember one of them clearly. He told me merrily one evening, “There was a daughter-in-law who was lonely because her husband went out to have business. She was so horny that she used a carrot, unluckily her father-in-law discovered her. The old man exclaimed, “I’ve been living for 55 years, but I never saw a carrot growing there.” I wasn’t clear about sex thing then, but thought he was bad. Now he was a doctor, but we hadn’t communicated with each other for a long time. I had a glimpse of his photos, even the sissy had beard now.

      In winter, he often had bed-wettings. I didn’t think it was a big deal as long as he lay on his moist place for it didn’t influence me at all. One cold evening, I had a bed-wetting, he instantly told the head teacher of our class. The teacher didn’t blame me, but asked me smilingly, “On, you splashed water on bed? “ I was embarrassed to raise my head to look at my teacher. Soon after he left, the dorm light was off, I beat him again. Even though he put a towel on his head to pretend to be a girl, I still beat him for I had no taboo to avoid beating a girl; what’s more, he wasn’t a girl.

      I used to be so depressive and sad; actually life was beautiful and cheerful. Now I lived here and had nothing to worry about, the biggest loss of mine was to die to become food of fishes. I ate a lot of them before and felt it was fair to return them.