"Charlie is not gay." said the head of the regiment.

Bao'er curled her lips in mockery, and before he could say anything—

"No, I am." Charlie said.

The embarrassing silence lasted for several minutes, until one boy couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze.

"The Boy Scouts Association has agreed to accept gay and lesbian youth as of January 1 of this year." The instructor euphemistically said, "Although Charlie is not a student of Grande, I have known him for several years and he is a good boy."

Boa. Douglas folded his arms and took a step forward, the moonlight shining on his face, "I don't care about more than this," he said slowly, "I care about someone deliberately hiding this," he looked at the regimental commander, "I, and the members of my squad, were unknowingly in a tent with a future pedophile and sodomite, unguarded, wearing only shorts and a tank top, with a sleeping bag next to a sleeping bag...... If no one denounces him, we'll have to stay with him for the next week, eating in a shower, with the same knife, in a pot, and we don't even know if he's eating AIDS — you think that's fair to us?"

"He's healthy." said the head of the regiment.

"Who are you? Is it his dad?" Douglas said impatiently, "I can see why he got kicked out when he checked for ticks, well, and then you used your power to force him into my squad just because we didn't know anything about him." He made a contemptuous expression, "I don't want to say anything to you again, Dear Mr. Commander, I said it, I will complain." I reserve that right, and now I have one more thing to do," he said, turning to look at the team behind him, "vote by show of hands."

"Who wants to see this disgusting guy in their own tent?" Douglas said, "People who don't want to put their hands up."

Charlie looked at the two Grande boys, who were getting along well while dinner was being prepared, and they didn't have a fly-fishing medal. But they saw the fish he had caught, and they asked him almost with a little admiration for every detail, and one of them invited him to play in his house, which also had a big river nearby. They can fish there all day long.

One boy raised his hand without the slightest hesitation, while the other, the boy who had invited Charlie, hesitated for less than a second.

"Now it's all right," said Boa, "we're settled, you can get out, gay." He turned to one of his attendants: "You go and look for it, as long as it is something he has touched, whether it is clothes, sleeping bags, towels." Throw it all out, I think he'll need it. Remember to wear gloves and spray some disinfectant into your tent. ”

"Ah, yes." Before he walked back to the tent, he said in a disgusting exaggerated gesture: "Mr. Commander." You might ask Beelzebub and Sasha, and maybe they'd love to see Mr. Charles sleeping next to them, for the two of them are also a couple, and they often sleep in the same bed in the school dormitory. ”

Beelzebub only shrugged his shoulders when he heard this.

Few of the students at the Grand School would believe Douglas. Hopkins has a girlfriend, Grande's new goddess. The dark-haired Lila, they read books, did homework, quarreled together, and a long time ago someone saw Lila sneaking out of Sasha's dormitory, wrapped in only a sheet. While playing in Whitesalt City, they disappeared together all night, and it was also heard that Lila had managed to transfer to Grande for the sake of Hopkins.

As for Beelzebub, no kidding, this guy doesn't have a girlfriend. But he has an infinite number of dates.

They also know the careful-eyed Bao'er. Douglas has always hated Sasha. Hopkins and his friend Beelzebub. Bisangdi, because of the two consecutive swim team coaches, oh, or rather, the women Douglas fancied were favored by Hopkins, especially the latter, and she looked at Hopkins with a look in her eyes that didn't know how many boys were heartbroken, even if they knew that Catherine was Sasha. Hopkins' aunt.

Charlie hesitated, his belongings had been sent out of the tent by the Douglas team, not thrown away, and the boy who had invited him walked up to him with his head down, carrying a rolled-up sleeping bag, and then ran back to the tent as fast as if he was afraid of grabbing it.

Clothes and towels were untucked inside, but they were clearly organized.

"Okay." Beelzebub said, turning to look at his teammates; "Vote by show of hands? How about it, the one who is willing to ask Charlie to raise his hand. ”

"No," said the regimental commander, "there are already too many of you - Charlie and we have a tent."

Sasha looked at Charlie, his brown eyes shining brightly in the moonlight, and he quickly lowered his head.

After urging the children to go back to bed and telling them that their wake-up time would be two hours late tomorrow, Beelzebub and Sasha returned to their tents and got into their sleeping bags with their team.

The team members fell asleep almost immediately, but Beelzebub did not feel sleepy at all, and he waited peacefully in the darkness for half an hour, opened his eyes, and unsurprisingly saw another pair of silver eyes in the darkness.

They crawled out of their sleeping bags without alarming anyone, including the team members who slept on their path.

"Where are we going?" Sasha asked.

"A cave, I saw while fishing." Beelzebub said.

This cave on the mountain wall was not far from the camp, and there were many shallow caves beside it, but it was deep, concave, like a pot buried in the ground, the size of a room, and the river overflowed the shallows, submerging it by two-thirds, and the water that had become clearer after precipitation was cool and gentle. There were also countless small fish inside, and when the two boys sneaked in, they rushed over and slurped, sipping on their bare skin.

"Hey!" Beelzebub shouted.

"Don't wake up others," Sasha floated leisurely on the water, "especially Bao'er. Douglas, he's going to shout that we're here to cheat. ”

"Then let your little darling stay away from me." Beelzebub said, "They tickle me so much."

Sasha didn't answer, but lazily lifted his feet, and the little fish gathered towards him.

Douglas's play was so funny and disgusting, he probably didn't know that he was more of a clown than Charlie, and that as an anomaly, he wasn't moving enough to make them need sleep, Beelzebub thought he should go out for a walk, and Sasha thought so.

There are also many such caves on Poseidon Island. They were corroded by the wind and the sea, and in this case the river—everywhere they touched was smooth, as were the rocks that came out of the water, and Beelzebub stuck out his arm. Moss can only be felt at the top, and the cave is supposed to be completely overrun by the Rio Grande in most cases.

But it's really safe here, when the river is not surging, the big fish will never swim into the cave, and the small fish that stay in it will grow safely, and by the time the cave can't hold all the small fish, they will be old enough to face the sinister world outside.

"Can we stay here until tomorrow?" Beelzebub asked, "Those two guys were snoring like two small typhoons fighting in a tent, and I felt like my sleeping bag was shaking."

"The head of the regiment will deduct our points," Sasha said slowly, "and then apply to revoke our camping badge."

If Sasha said so, Beelzebub had no choice but to agree. It's fun to dive into a strange cave with your friends and tease the fish, and it's a fool to be alone here in front of the dark water.

The time for them to come out was right, but the time to go back was wrong.

Two men, one big and one small, waded through the water just as they were about to leave the cave and the fish.

"It's the regimental commander." Beelzebub mouth-shaped Sasha and said, "And Charlie."

Beelzebub dared to swear to Our Lady. He definitely didn't mean to eavesdrop on it - the place chosen by the regimental commander was too unfortunate that he stopped in front of the left side of the cave.

The Rio Grande flowed endlessly, its water striking the pebbles on the side and bottom of the river in a muffled voice, and Beelzebub and Sasha could still hear their conversation, but neither of the two spoke intermittently.

The first was the regimental commander who questioned Charlie. He didn't think Charlie should have just admitted it, something about — something out of the ordinary.

Charlie vehemently retorted that he didn't think there was anything wrong with him, and he didn't think he needed to hide it, and if he did, he wouldn't admit it at his meal and openly show love to a boy in public honesty.

"People don't discriminate against homosexuals." Charlie said, "Your notion is still stuck in the war years."

"But they can kick you out of the tent!" The regimental commander roared, but he kept an eye on the volume and didn't let it go past the Rio Grande.

"Not everybody." Charlie said, "I can go to Beelzebub's squad!"

"Don't even think about it!" The regimental commander shouted, "Don't come near Sasha. Hopkins, he's a normal good boy, I don't want to see him influenced by you! ”

"Oh." Charlie sarcastically said, "You were saying an hour ago that I wasn't gay, and now you're isolating me, like I'm having leprosy."

"Leprosy is not fatal!" The head of the regiment hissed: "AIDS is!"

Charlie shut his mouth suddenly, and Beelzebub and Sasha could hear his clear gasps, "I am healthy," he pleaded, "you said I was healthy, Daddy."

Beelzebub blinked.

"If you continue like this," said the regimental commander, "sooner or later."

"There are many more people with AIDS in drug users and heterosexuality than in homosexuals."

"But you never take drugs...... Neither**. The retired Marine choked up and said, "Why, Charlie, you've always been a good boy — I don't know at all, why you never tell me?—— where I wasn't good enough?" I thought this kind of thing would never have anything to do with my son, why, why did you become like this?"

“…… Please, Daddy," said Charlie, "Please, don't say that, I'm normal, I'm fine."

"No," said his father bitterly, "you are not at all good."

((One second to remember)