孙贤佑，我的生命之光，我的欲念之火，我的罪恶，我的灵魂。孙一贤一佑：舌尖向上，分三步，从上颚往下轻轻落在牙齿上。孙。贤。佑。在直播里，他就是努，普普通通的努，穿一件背心，身高五尺九十寸。在豆瓣被提及时，他是组草。在舞台上他是秀奴。正式签名时他是孙贤佑。可在我的怀里，他永远是老孙。在他之前还有过别人吗？有的，确实有的。事实上，可能从来也没有什么老孙，要不是我在一个夏天曾爱上了一个老头。在汉江边的公共步道。在什么时候？就是那一年，我还有多少年才出生，他的岁数就有多少。你放心，恋老癖总能写出一手妙文。陪审团的女士们、先生们，第一件证物正是被六翼天使，那个误传的、简单的、羽翼高贵的六翼天使所嫉妒的。且看这段纠缠不清的心史吧。

Son Hyungwoo, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Son-Hung-Woo: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Son. Hyung. Woo. He was Nu, plain Nu, in bubble live, standing five feet ninety in a vest. He was Zucao in Douban. He was Shownu on stage. He was Hyungwoo on the dotted line. But in my arms he was always Nunu. Did he have a precursor? He did, indeed he did. In point of fact, there might have been no Nunu at all had I not loved, one summer, an initial old man. On a road by Hangang. Oh when? About as many years before I was born as his age was that summer. You can always count on an elderly fetishist for a fancy prose style. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.