I Can Spend Lives Waiting for You Chapter 1

Nathan Baiqi Nathan Baiqi (198004.13-200803.?), a native of Liaoning, is a gay novelist.

He is the author of autobiographical articles such as "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", "I'll Wait for You Until You're 35", and novels such as "The Demon Fox", "May People Live Forever" and "Wang Ran Jie".

Written in a delicate and elegant style, "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" describes the life of Nathan and his boyfriend when they were together. "I'll Wait for You Until You're Thirty-Five" was written by Nan Kang after he broke up with his boyfriend and expressed his willingness to wait for her boyfriend to reach thirty-five.

Nathan died in March 2008. He committed suicide by drowning in the Xiangjiang River. It was suspected that his depression caused by his boyfriend's marriage two years ago caused his sudden death. His talent withered, which made countless people sad.

From the playful tone in "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" to the helpless sadness in "I Wait for You Until I'm 35", we can find that he walked very painfully on this road. Her boyfriend of seven years got married, and Mr. Nathan chose to commit suicide to put an end to the relationship. Not everyone says that whoever falls into love first, and whoever uses love the most, will pay a greater price. I don’t know what else is more costly than life! I think that since Mr. Nathan would do this, he must have thought about it a lot. I wonder if he regretted it for a moment. Maybe Mr. Nathan is sorry for many people, sorry for the parents who gave birth to him and raised him, sorry for the sisters who love him, and sorry for the readers who have always supported him, but at least he is worthy of himself, his heart, and his feelings.

May the years be peaceful and the present world be stable.

Tudou’s radio drama about Nathan is called Waiting for You Until You’re 35.

According to various opinions on the Internet, the life summary is as follows

Nathan (who used the pseudonym "Bai Qi" in Jinjiang and then used the pseudonym "Nathan" in Tianya with an ominous real name), male, was born in Liaoning on May 26, 1980 [Monday], and grew up in Gemini, Inner Mongolia

[Lunar calendar: April 13, Geng Shen (Monkey) year (Geng Shen Xin Si Ji Hai); Constellation: Star],

Went south to Changsha to study in 1999

In the spring of 2000, my relationship with my boyfriend "husband" was unclear, and I deliberately avoided it. Later I got a girlfriend, and they broke up soon after.

From 2000 to 2001, during my sophomore year, I rented a house and slept out. I had a minor illness, but it persisted for a long time, and I later moved back to my dormitory.

From 2001 to 2002, when I was a junior in college, my relationship with my future husband was still the same.

She established a relationship with her "husband" on the night of her birthday in 2002, and they were in love until 2006. They once lived together near her alma mater. She wrote the work "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", with peaceful and vivid writing style, fresh and warm.

In 2006, when her boyfriend got married, she once wrote an essay "I'll Wait for You Until You're Thirty-Five" to express her love. At this time, the writing style turned darker, and the lines were filled with melancholy. Suspected of depression.

I contacted my friend for the last time on March 9, 2008, and then disappeared.

He was thrown into the Xiang River in Changsha and his body drifted along the river for fifteen days. It was found and salvaged in Yueyang on March 27.

He was not yet twenty-eight years old.

The following is excerpted from a netizen’s reply:

I immediately searched for relevant information and asked Wangzi. Wangzi was getting a haircut and replying to QQ messages on his mobile phone. Then I learned that Nathan lost contact with everyone on March 9. Wangzai had invited him out for dinner that day, but he declined because he was busy. After that, the landlord said he never came back. He deleted all the contact numbers of his friends in his mobile phone, except for his family members. He then threw himself into the Xiangjiang River and landed in Xiangyin fifteen days later. His mobile phone was damaged, but the card was still working. The police contacted his family based on the number on the card. His family came over from Inner Mongolia and made a call list. Naturally, he only had five call records in four months, and the last one was with Wangzi.

The family contacted Wangzi and asked about the living conditions in Nathan. His family did not know that Nathan was gay, nor did they know why he died.

The process is so simple, but a life has disappeared. I believe that everyone who knows this will feel sad. When Wang Zai talked about this, tears came to his eyes. He said that Nan Kang had a bright appearance, but his personality was too introverted. He was once worried that Nan Kang would commit suicide, so in order to find relief, he even took Nan Kang out to party with friends and so on. Many friends in my group also got together with Nathan, eating or chatting. But in the end, he still couldn't change. Maybe this was a complete relief for him, but I felt sorry for Wangzai. This was the second time he faced the suicide of a good friend. The last time was two comrades who ended up together. life.

"Six Chapters of a Floating Life" Author: Nathan

After reading a lot of short daily essays written by my friends, I felt itchy and decided to write them myself.

1

My husband is a pig. He has gained more than 20 kilograms in less than a year after working. Even if he drinks cold water, he will gain weight. When I was in college, my tall and thin figure was severely out of shape, and I also had a small belly.

He was forced to lose weight, but he didn't want to. He always said that men can be dignified only if they are fatter. I said, "What I like most about college is that you are thin and skinny. When you move, you are like a weak willow supporting the wind. When you walk, you have nine curves on your body. You are so charming. In the spring, if I tie a rope to you, you can fly like a kite. Now, when you walk, your body is straight." The bed creaks every night when you turn over. If you don't lose weight, your belly will get bigger day by day. One day you will swell up like a balloon and then float away. To pinch my face and talk about losing weight is self-abuse.

I threatened him to break up, and while watching football, he hummed and said, "Split it, split it, the things and money will be yours. I don't want anything, as long as you don't forget to take me with you when you leave."

2

My husband finally started to lose weight under my iron-blooded rule and was only allowed to eat two bowls per meal. In order to appease him, I also reduced the amount from two bowls to one and a half bowls. He eats quickly and I eat slowly. Often I don't finish a bowl while he has already finished his ration. Every time at this time, he would sit at the table, knocking on the rice bowl while watching me eat with wide eyes, without speaking. It made me unable to eat, and I felt so guilty that I had to set aside half of my meal. He ate quickly while asking me what to do. After he finished eating, he looked at me with wide eyes, so I had to give him another half.

A week later, I checked the results and found that there was basically no change. He had gained two pounds.

3

I was so irritated that I decided to only allow him to eat two meals a day and not have his share of dinner (he ate in the company cafeteria at noon). Seeing how cruel I was, my husband refused to sit at the table and watch me eat. Sitting in the living room, he used his broken gong voice to sing miserably: "Little cabbage, the ground is yellow..." which caused my whole mouthful of rice to get stuck in my throat.

I woke up in the middle of the night and my husband was not around. I heard something moving in the living room and went out to take a look. I saw my husband squatting in front of the refrigerator and gnawing an apple by the light in the refrigerator. He was holding a tomato in one hand. It was because he was not very good at it. Favorite fruit. When he saw me coming out, he smiled sheepishly and said, "Did I wake you up?"

Feeling sour, I took the tomatoes and put them back in the refrigerator, cooked him a bowl of noodles, and watched him devour them.

The weight loss plan had to be terminated. According to my husband, he was still growing and couldn't starve.

4

My husband is a man of many things in the company. He talks about everyone and everything. When I got home, I felt completely relaxed and slumped back on the sofa in a daze, my eyes dull and my mind wandering. I often picked this opportunity to bully him.

One day, he was sitting on the sofa as usual. I took out a pack of cards and said, "Let's play blackjack. The one who slaps will be the banker."

"What?"

"Blackjack. Each person is dealt a card and then compares who has the higher number." I dealt two cards to myself and two to him. When I flipped over, I was seventeen and he was ten. I explained: "Now that my points are high, I can slap you." Then I picked out three cards, shot left and right, and slapped him twice.

My husband still said "Oh" stupidly.

I smiled to myself and gave each of them two more cards. This time I was the bigger one. I took the cards back and dealt them again, this time evenly. I said: "Now the points are the same, the banker wins." Then I slapped him twice.

My husband became interested and asked, "Then when can I hit you?"

I dealt the cards and this time he finally won. I guided him and said, "Now that your point is bigger, you can hit me, like this." Then I slapped him twice more and asked, "Can you do it?"

"Yes."

"It's good that you know how to play. Let's play later. I'm going to cook."

When I walked to the kitchen, I looked back and saw my husband gnashing his teeth there.