When Lindsay and Amy were being roasted by the scorching sun, the group of Richard and Andrew also went to the Target coffee shop and changed into the staff's overalls.

Richard looked at the rainbow armband on his arm, feeling a little awkward.

As a homosexual who accounts for the majority of the federal population and enjoys various rights, he has never worried about his own future, and he never needs to pay attention to other people's opinions. But now wearing this heterosexual armband, everything has changed. Those eyes that fell on him, he would normally regard as a manifestation of his own charm, but now it made him feel uncomfortable.

He subconsciously observed the reactions of the guests, whether those who talked in low voices were talking about him in private, whether those who lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones were posting his news, and whether the one who just walked in the door left because he didn't want to talk to him. He was in the same space...

The more he watched and thought, the more trembling the hand holding the drink, and the slower the steps towards the guests. After finally stumbling to the front of the guest, he couldn't even complete a decent question. He put down his glass in a panic and hurried back to the counter.

The store manager gave him a strange look, "Are you okay?"

Richard nodded and shook his head again, "Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom..." He put the plate on the counter and left quickly.

After washing his face with cold water, Richard felt a lot lighter. While wiping the drops of water on his face, he looked in the mirror and cheered himself up: "Don't be afraid, Richard, you can do it! Don't be nervous, just like usual!" After a while of hypnosis, he had With confidence, he pulled the mask back on his face and walked out of the bathroom.

Seeing him coming out, the store manager waved: "Take this drink to table No. 8. Also," he tore off a small ticket from the nail under the counter and handed it to Richard, saying, "This It was left for you by the two girls at table five." The store manager winked at Richard, "Good job."

Richard was a little embarrassed. He took the receipt, and he was embarrassed to read it, and stuffed it directly into his pocket.

His performance just now can be said to be a mess, he can't bear to think about it, he didn't expect a girl to leave a call for him. Although he is not heterosexual, it is undeniable that he is really moved at this time. This may be what the mysterious country on the other side of the ocean calls "sending charcoal in the snow". What an angel!

After receiving positive feedback from customers, Richard regained a little confidence, and it was much more calm to deliver food again. After relaxing, he remembered the task assigned to him by his team—letting guests rate his service and leave comments.

Most of the guests cooperated happily, only a few were extremely vigilant, and repeatedly asked Richard what the purpose of this move was, whether they should bear any legal responsibility for their ratings or comments, would it be What a trap. Richard was tired of explaining, so he smiled awkwardly and chose to let each other go.

In addition, he also discovered a strange phenomenon-when the guests didn't know that he was "heterosexual", they got along with each other very harmoniously, but once they learned the meaning of his rainbow armband, they would suddenly get along with each other. Become cautious, as if talking to a glass hanging on the hair, for fear that if you say something louder, the glass will be shattered, or you will break your hair and fall to the ground I was smashed to pieces. ——And it's not just one or two people who do this, it's almost everyone. According to his observation, 90% of the people who will make this change are homosexuals.

He suddenly felt that he understood the intention of the program team to use this place as a mission location—perhaps it was to let them see this change in attitude, so as to arouse their thinking.

[Richard (firefighter, 30): I used to have little contact with heterosexual groups. When I got along with Andrew and Kelly in the Rainbow Villa, I didn't feel that they were any special compared to us. Haven't we, and I mean some of the gay community, overreacted to straight people? The heterosexual group is a minority, but it does not mean that they are weak. What they need is respect, support, help, etc., not sympathy. This same cautious attitude towards fragile items makes me uncomfortable. To put it more seriously, this is discrimination in disguise! 】

It was approaching eleven o'clock, and there were more and more customers in the coffee shop. Richard was so busy that he finally waited for a gap to take a break. He just sat there for a while, when someone came outside again, he sighed weakly, and said, "Are there so many people in the store every day?" Could it be that the program team asked them to deliberately punish them?

The boss was not surprised, and handed Richard a glass of the hand-practice drink he just made, and said lightly: "This is already considered a small number, and the most talented people are at three or four in the afternoon. It seems that I really have to recruit a few more It's a clerk. Speaking of which, where's the friend who came with you?"

Richard had just pulled off his mask and was about to try the boss's skills, when he heard this, he was startled, right, where is Andrew? It seems that I haven't seen him since I changed my clothes and started working. I shouldn't have fought alone!

He took a sip from the cup, his eyes lit up, he took another big sip before putting down the cup, and said, "I'll go find him!" Before leaving, he still gave the shopkeeper a thumbs up, "This is really good!"

Richard said. It didn't take much effort to find Andrew who was in a daze in the locker room.

Hearing Richard call his name, Andrew snapped back to his senses, hurriedly stood up and said, "Sorry, I was thinking about something just now, I'll go out right away." He said he was going to go out, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground Likewise, every step of the way takes a lot of effort. Before he reached the door, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was crumbling.

Richard hurried to support him and told him to sit down nearby. Seeing his ugly face, Richard asked, "What's the matter, what's wrong? Do you need to see a doctor?"

Andrew's lips were pale, but he shook his head, saying that he would be fine by resting for a while. Richard felt something was wrong, worried that something might go wrong, and insisted on taking him to the hospital. Andrew didn't want to cause their group's mission to fail because of his own reasons, so he had to tell the truth: "I'm sorry, I can't walk out of this door, I'm too scared..."

"I said that I am a chef, and I have a family of my own restaurant, but what I didn't say is that my restaurant is only open to heterosexuals." Andrew organized his language and said slowly.

"It's not that I deliberately want to divide, but I really can't help it. I used to live in H City, where there were several serious violent conflicts-heterosexual parade. The car on the side of the road, and then inexplicably developed into a big melee, the anti-heterosexual team became stronger and stronger, and the voice of driving heterosexuality out of H City became louder and louder. At that time, my store had just opened Soon, somehow, people found out that I was heterosexual, and they came and smashed up my restaurant, and said that the food I cooked was pig food, which was disgusting..." Andrew's voice choked up, and he just recalled the scene at that time He trembled all over. Richard silently grabbed his arm and passed him strength.

Andrew took a deep breath, then spat it out tremblingly, gritted his teeth and continued: "I love cooking and my profession, but I am even more afraid of hearing such slanderous comments. I closed the restaurant, but they still Unwilling to let me go, they chased me to my house and threatened to kill me. The private information of my mothers was also published on the Internet, and my work was greatly affected. What broke me even more was that one night They poisoned my dog ​​and hung it from a street lamp saying this is what would happen to me... I was really scared."

"Later, we moved to City A, where the environment was relatively relaxed, and I picked up the idea of ​​opening a restaurant again. On the opening day, I was busy in the back kitchen, and the manager suddenly said that there was a table of customers who wanted to meet the chef. I walked out full of joy, but I didn't expect to see those people in City H... The restaurant was forced to close down for renovation less than a day after it opened, and the website of the store was full of malicious negative reviews, and the nightmare of City H repeated itself."

"I started to suffer from insomnia all night, depressed, didn't want to go out, and was even afraid of seeing the sun. I had to accept psychological counseling. After more than a year of treatment, I gradually came out of the fear. At that time, the maliciousness on the Internet also decreased a lot , there are also some people who speak for me and hope that I can recover as soon as possible. I am very touched and grateful to them, but I can't continue to run the restaurant like before. Whenever I stand in the back kitchen and listen to the customers in the dining area I always involuntarily think of the words of those people in City H and those dark encounters, and then I feel flustered, short of breath, weak, and even faint suddenly when it is serious. I also thought that I would bid farewell to cooking forever, okay In the end, I survived."

"I reopened a restaurant, but it was in a very remote place, and I received the same heterosexuals as me every day. In front of them, I would feel more comfortable and confident. " Andrew felt that the atmosphere was a bit dignified, so he ended the topic, and laughed at himself, "Actually, I was a little apprehensive when I was making breakfast today, and I was afraid that what I made would not suit everyone's taste. I am very happy that the fruits of my labor are liked by everyone."

Richard thought of the misunderstanding in the morning, and felt a little guilty, while Andrew was still smiling and saying that he was very happy, he was even more unhappy, and even a little ashamed. He never thought that people would treat heterosexual groups so harshly just because of their different sexual orientations and no one's interests were harmed. He used to think that restaurant guests were being too cautious about the heterosexual community, but now he felt that when they were dealing with a wounded and sensitive person like Andrew, they couldn't be too cautious.

He opened his arms to Andrew: "come here, give me a hug."

Andrew was a little embarrassed, but still hugged him.

Richard patted Andrew on the back and whispered, "You're fine, they were wrong."

Andrew wanted to cry, his eye circles were red, but he finally held back.

The two hugged tightly for a while, and the store manager knocked on the door, "You two, please come out and continue working after exchanging feelings, we need your help!" The

two smiled at each other and stood up one after another.

Richard looked at Andrew worriedly, and he didn't want him to force himself even more after knowing the trauma in his heart.

Andrew looked out the door, only hesitated for a moment, and his eyes gradually became firm. "I think it's time for me to go out." Not just out of this door, but also out of the inner cage.

He took a deep breath and put on the mask. "Let's go, let's go and finish the task."

At that moment, Richard seemed to see a newborn butterfly slowly spreading its wings.

The tenants in each group are either actively working hard to do the task, or are on the way to do the task actively, but their boss is still mixed with the future "boss lady" in the apartment's dressing room and has not come out.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, it's time for the boss's wife's dog food line.

I wish all the senior high school graduates a successful start, success in no time, jumping into the dragon's gate, and getting titles on the gold list! Come on for the college entrance examination! (However, there should be no college entrance examination candidates who are still reading novels today... Then I wish you well 4~^0^~*)