Youthful romance story
During high school, at lunchtime or before evening study sessions, we could always hear the school broadcast. There were two hosts, a boy and a girl, and I inexplicably liked the male voice. Later, I found out that the owner of that voice was named Lin Xiaocheng.
Why did I like him? Was it because of his soft voice, the youthful stories he told, or the songs he chose that resonated with me? I thought about it many times but still couldn’t explain why.
It was like a crush in adolescence, just quietly kept in my heart without questioning the reason. When other classmates criticized Lin Xiaocheng’s rambling broadcasts or said his voice was unpleasant, I would get inexplicably angry, giving them disdainful looks or even arguing with them.
They would often shut me down with a few words: “Are you upset? Don’t you know he has as many flaws as your freckles?”
In their triumphant laughter, I would often run back to my seat, burying my head in silence. Yes, I had many freckles and was often teased by other classmates. At that time, I was becoming more and more self-conscious and lonely.
So, I often did everything alone: eating, strolling around the campus, reading, and writing letters, having conversations with myself in quiet corners.
During those times, I would always encounter Lin Xiaocheng. He would narrate stories with his magnetic voice, sharing his thoughts and little things from his life. I found comfort and deep emotional resonance in his captivating narratives.
Those bittersweet moments of youth and growth made me deeply infatuated and reliant on his voice. Over time, my desire to see Lin Xiaocheng’s true face grew stronger.
But thinking about my freckled face, I hesitated to meet him in person and settled for watching him broadcast from outside the school studio.
He wore large headphones, operated the equipment with his right hand, and flipped through outlines or materials with his left. Most of his attention, however, was focused on the microphone in front of him. He tried to make his voice deep and compelling.
Lin Xiaocheng was very focused while broadcasting, and he was very attractive. Watching him, everything felt so beautiful. He spread his voice throughout the entire campus in this way. When I suddenly heard him say goodbye to all the teachers and students, I was startled and prepared to run, but he quickly came out and said, “Hey, wait a minute!”
It turned out he had already noticed me. I tried to hide my panic and smiled at him. He smiled back, and I saw his face covered with acne, like stars in the night sky.
Walking with him in the lush campus, I deliberately kept my head down, afraid he would see my freckles. But he didn’t seem to mind, chatting and laughing without a care about his acne-covered face.
The next day on the broadcast, Lin Xiaocheng talked about freckles and acne, and issues that affect one’s “face.” He ended with a very warm statement: “A girl’s appearance, no matter how imperfect, doesn’t prevent her from growing into a good person; a boy’s looks don’t matter, because charm is all about impression, and a good impression can be created.”
His words provided an outlet for my long-standing inferiority complex and made me understand where his confident presence on campus came from. I never thought Lin Xiaocheng would invite me to his studio.
I sat quietly beside him, watching him broadcast. His acne-covered side profile became more beautiful because of his focus. His moving lips were also full of attraction, making people unconsciously fall into some sort of emotion.
After the broadcast, Lin Xiaocheng opened the drawer beside him, showing me letters from listeners. The different handwriting expressed their admiration and affection for him. He explained with a smile, “Actually, many classmates criticize me, but these beautiful encouragements are enough to make me feel warm and happy.”
I also longed for recognition from my classmates. Could I, like Lin Xiaocheng, use my voice to nourish and care for those growing hearts? When I tentatively asked Lin Xiaocheng, he readily agreed!
My broadcasting career began under Lin Xiaocheng’s careful guidance. Gradually, I started to be liked by a small group of classmates. Later, my love for broadcasting grew so much that I chose Broadcasting and Hosting as my college major without much hesitation.
After graduation, classmates told me that Lin Xiaocheng had a crush on me back then, which was why he let me join the broadcasting station. I just smiled and said nothing. I admitted that I had admired him during those years, and he had given me excitement, making that youth period incredibly beautiful. He also taught me how to accept myself and courageously change my dismal reality.
Even now, I haven’t forgotten Lin Xiaocheng, nor his familiar face covered with acne. If we meet again, I want to say, “Lin Xiaocheng, thank you for appearing in my youth and allowing me to find a more perfect version of myself.”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
