二十三岁那年,我给家里写信,准备告诉他们我有男朋友的事。这种事情和要钱一样让人难以启齿,除了写信没有别的办法。那封信写了很久也没有写出,最后,我只寄上一张与男朋友的合照。在那张合照里,我站在一个陌生的成年男性身边,茫然而羞涩地望着镜头之外的父母。我不认识照片里的女孩——我不认识自己了。我不仅成了父母眼中的陌生人,也让自己感到生疏。照片之外,作为某男性的女朋友,我频频出入那些亲友聚会的场所,徒劳地认识那些转眼就会遗忘的人。男朋友的妈妈是个眼光毒辣的人,不费一点工夫就能将我看穿。他们之间少量关于我的对话,针针见血。 At the age of 23, I wrote to my family and told them I had a boyfriend. This kind of thing can not be as indescribable as asking for money, except for writing no other way. The letter was not written for a long time, and finally, I only sent a photo with my boyfriend. In that picture, I stood beside a strange adult male, looking blankly and shyly at the parents outside the shot. I do not know the girl in the photo - I do not know myself. I not only became a stranger in the eyes of parents, but also make myself feel strange. Outside the photo, as a man’s girlfriend, I frequent the places where my relatives and friends meet, and vainly recognize those who will forget in an instant. Boyfriend’s mom is a sinister person, can see through me without any effort. A small amount of dialogue between them about me, needle and needle.