the youth that is drop-dead gorgeous

When a teenage came toward me in the beach and said to me that he liked my bicycle, intuitively, I tried  to protect my bicycle from him.

Later on, I found he was friendly and just wanted to talk with different persons on different topics. he came here together with the other two mates. They told me their names, I smiled. They asked me why I smiled, I said that I had no idea about the west name, I could not remember their name even if they told me more than 10 times this afternoon.......Indeed it is so difficult for me to remember the west name, I am here for five months, I still don't know the name of a colleague who says hello to me every day!

They sat around me and tried to talk with me in English. their English was good enough, but I still found the signs that they were not native English.

Then we had a nice talk, they were exchange students and they lived in the hotel just behind us. they were at the ages when they should be sensitive to the love between men and women, so they could link every topic to love......one of them even hugged a girl who just passed by in their arms and said she was his girlfriend......possible because they were too handsome the girl could not reject......possibly they were in the same group for visiting England. I just could not judge because we just meet each other for a while.

They ran around and looked back with the different poses, I took a pictures of them when they made a pose. They then came  around me and the girl who was suppose to be the girl friend of one of them took some pictures for us.

They were at the same age of my son.....naughty but lively. I liked them very much, and I realized how I missed my be-loved son, even if his naughty behaviours were the parts of reasons that I missed him.