Before start i will change the Cocoon to Chrysalis
Hello, my name is Lin Qijiu. If you are reading this letter, it means I am alive and well, and have nothing better to do.
The reason for writing this letter relates to my family and my parents' social relationships (actually, I hate them and want to run away from home) (disregard what was in the parentheses before the previous parenthesis).
Please allow me to introduce my complicated, terrifying, shameful, indecent, unparalleled, earth-shattering, beep— family, and myself—an eighteen-year-old, active, youthful, polite, handsome, multitalented beautiful young man.
My name is Lin Qijiu, eighteen years old, male, attending Chiba Academy in Changkong City, where I serve as the campus heartthrob, having been consecutively ranked first in the "Most Wanted to Date" list for two terms, and topping the popularity charts for both males and females. My grades haven't improved since entering Chiba Academy—I have always been the top student in my grade.
You could say I am the chosen one. From my appearance to my refinement to my popularity, I believe it would be difficult to find someone who could rival me.
This is not narcissism, just stating the facts.
But even I, who appears flawless, as if God sculpted me while looking in a mirror, have a regret that is difficult to speak of to others.
This regret stems from my family.
My mother, if I were to rate her as a woman on a one-to-ten scale, she would deserve an eleven. She surpasses the word "perfect." The dictionary should add a new word just to describe people like her, and that word should be her name.
Ever since I can remember, she has always been smiling. I've never seen her angry. Even towards my father, whom I hate so much my teeth itch, she is gentle as water and beams with joy. Any candid photo of her could be framed and displayed in the Louvre for the world to admire.
As for her looks... I believe anyone who meets her once will lose interest in all other so-called beauties. My own handsomeness must surely be inherited from her.
Moreover, she can do anything. She is all-capable. If I used the word "all-capable" for anyone else, I could find something they couldn't do, but my mother is truly all-capable in every aspect, from minor things like washing and cooking to major things like crewed spaceflight. She can do everything.
Yes, my mother has even been to space. She still keeps the lunar soil she collected and the photos she took at the time.
But don't assume she's a pushover just because her smile is gentle. My mother once made my primary school teacher, who used to emotionally abuse me, cry with words that contained no profanity. She can also stop a car speeding at high velocity with one hand, using her slender arm that shows not an ounce of excess fat or muscle.
Does that sound magical? But I swear everything I've written down is true.
So, you might ask: "With such an unparalleled, wonderful mother, why would you want to run away from home?"
Heh... I mentioned someone in the text above. That's right, the one I feel is unworthy of my mother, the one who betrayed the love between them... my father.
To be honest, my mother's age is impossible to tell from her appearance. Many times when we go out, people mistake us for siblings. This woman still possesses an enviable passion for her twenty-plus-year marriage with my father, acting as if every day is Valentine's Day or their wedding anniversary. I can't find a single flawed word to express my reverence for her.
Yet, my scoundrel of a father, a filthy fellow cut from under the crotch of a pig in a village mud pit, he actually dared to do it...
Hmph, wait a moment, let me compose myself.
So, allow me to introduce my father in an equally fair tone.
Male, alive.
Alright, that is my father. After my detailed introduction, don't you also think he shouldn't have married my mother at all?
No, there is no male in this world worthy of my mother. Even if there were, there is only one who could match her in looks... never mind, I'll talk about that later.
In short, with my mother's double blessing of being gentle as water in life and passionate as fire in love, my father... he actually cheated.
That piece of chicken shit, that guy worse than chicken shit, actually... cheated.
It's unbelievable. Putting aside the fact that my mother is always so enthusiastic that she barely sleeps until two or three in the morning, as if trying to conceive a second child, and changes the sheets and tidies the room every morning—their marital life is like a machine gun with no cooldown, no need to reload, and no overheating—he still had extra interest to pursue others.
Just his habit of constantly wearing an abstract mask 24/7, like a disfigured person—did someone still agree to have an affair with him?
Please, this isn't some era of "judging the heart and not the face." If I weren't more handsome than those young stars who've had plastic surgery, would I have such high popularity at school?
But no matter how hard it is for me to accept, his cheating is a fact.
The incident traces back a year ago, exactly one year after I entered Chiba Academy. That day, as the outstanding student representative, I was scheduled to give a speech to the freshmen, so I woke up earlier than usual. After finishing my mother's loving breakfast, I rushed out of the house.
When I got to school, I realized I had left the suit I was supposed to wear on stage at home. So, I quickly hurried back. Calculating the time, I figured I would just make it, so I didn't plan on borrowing or renting one.
After I opened the door with my key, I found that my mother had already gone out. This was normal. She has many good friends, some... uncles and aunts that I now don't know how to describe and are also related to this cheating incident. So, it's common for her to go out and socialize with them.
However, I heard some noise coming from my parents' room. I initially thought it was my father, but as I grabbed my clothes and walked past the door, it opened.
I still can't believe my eyes.
A "perfect being" stood there.
I don't even know if I should call Him a person. His temperament and appearance were so extraordinary and transcendental that He didn't look like a living human. He is the person I mentioned who could rival my mother in appearance.
His long hair, delicate features, and the sight of Him in a half-open sleeping gown gave me a profound shock.
Then I realized something.
He was wearing my father's sleeping gown, appeared in my father's room after my mother left, and my father's shoes were still by the door, meaning he was also in that room.
This kind of thing doesn't require a master detective to deduce. Even the old lady with only two teeth who sells melons at the village entrance could guess what happened.
The most important thing was that He actually recognized me. Upon seeing me, He showed no shyness whatsoever, simply nodded, and said to me in a pleasant voice, "Qijiu, don't forget your things next time."
Then, right in front of me, He walked back into the room and locked the door.
I walked onto the podium that day in a daze, misread the manuscript with countless mistakes, and only received fifty percent more votes than the other student representative on the freshman welcome board. What a massive failure.
Afterwards, reflecting on the event, I recalled that He... He had an Adam's apple.
Which means, that was a... man?!!!
My father cheated, and the object of his affair was a man.
Although He was indeed more neutral and masculine than femininely soft, and whether He was a man or not didn't really matter in terms of looks, the fact that he was with a man in that room when my mother was away...
It's truly exciting... oh wait, it's repulsive.
Later, I never saw that person again. Maybe they became more cautious after I discovered them, or maybe they broke up with my father. I confronted my father in private, but he remained silent. In any case, I couldn't find evidence of my father's cheating, so naturally, I couldn't tell my mother, afraid that she would be deceived even more deeply by him, or even despise me for "lying."
Huh? Have I written this much already? I'll write the rest tomorrow, then. The date for running away is set for... ten days from now.