Ask for accompanying reading
That year, I was 18 years old and just started my freshman year. Because of my superior life since childhood, I was used to being a 'hand Emperor', so I posted a post on the campus BBS to the effect that:
I am a freshman, male. Because of my poor ability to live independently, in order not to affect my study, I am now studying with one to take care of my daily life, with special emphasis on boys, and poor students are preferred.
In only half a day, the click through rate of this post soared to more than 2000 points. I got a soft call and couldn't even go to class.
I don't want to show how rich my family is, nor do I want to make some gimmicks to earn popularity in the new environment. I just want to make a friend and help poor students while solving life problems. This is my purpose.
Ma Ziqiang's family is particularly difficult
Ma Ziqiang called me at this time. His voice sounded sincere. He said he met all the conditions I put forward. I'm polite to say, do you have anything special? For example, excellent grades or excellent cooking?
He was silent for a long time, and my family was particularly difficult. Then he hung up.
Probably because of his words, I decided to find him. In the evening, I went to the appointment on time according to the place set by him. It was at the door of a small book bar outside the South Gate of the school.
He was very punctual and stood there early waiting for me. I looked at him. He was not tall but very strong. His skin was dark. He wore regular white shirts and black trousers. His sleeves were pulled high. A very old-fashioned belt was tied at his waist. The lacquer skin on the surface was almost polished. He came up to me and whispered to me, 'are you Lin Peiwen?' When I said yes, he rubbed his hands, smiled shyly and said, 'I am Ma Ziqiang.'
He is very honest. This is my first impression of Ma Ziqiang. I asked him to sit down in the cold drink shop and ask him what to drink. He wiped the tip of his nose, looked a little overwhelmed, shook his head and said, 'I'm not thirsty & hellip& hellip;'
He is also a freshman. He is in the computer department with me and his grades are a hundred times better than me. I asked him about what he said about the difficulties at home. He was a little reserved, and his face showed even more embarrassment: 'my father is gone, and my mother raised me and my brother alone. This year I went to college, my mother sold my old house and went to the construction site to pick sand ash for me. My brother borrowed it from his relatives and said that he would not read it as soon as he graduated next year & hellip& hellip;'
He took a careful sip of the juice and then stopped talking. When I told him to live with me, he scratched his head and smiled a blush on his dark face.
That day, when he left, he lavishly invited me to have ice cream. He said, 'I'm so sorry you invited me to drink such an expensive drink.' I was amused by his more serious appearance.
The green years of drinking and having fun
Such a life is very pleasant. Ma Ziqiang's cooking is needless to say, and his homework is excellent. Someone gave him the nickname 'Mazda'. His' more than life, self-improvement 'has become our room training. He helped me with advanced mathematics and honored me to be one of the few scholarship winners in the class who didn't fail.
He is not active at all. He has never attended ball games or dances. I took him and stabbed him on the dance floor. Even if he looked red and red like a drunken gorilla, he trampled and fell black and blue, I wouldn't give him any sympathy until he became a dancer and Li Tie2.
We lie on the floor in disorder on summer nights, with draft beer and peanuts, looking at the babbling old electric fan on the ceiling, listening to the faint song on the radio and talking about a girl. His usual opening line is: 'let me tell you something & hellip& hellip;' Then he told me mysteriously that a girl named so and so liked you.
And I always sigh with annoyance: 'alas, it's a pity that I don't feel much about her & hellip& hellip;'
Drinking and having fun is the most straightforward expression of friendship among boys in their youth.
Favorite girl Lu Xiaoban
That kind night talk finally gradually focused on a name, the most dazzling and beautiful name - Lu Xiaoban.
We met Lu Xiaoban on a bus. When the bus pulled in, the crowd poured out. Lu Xiaoban was wearing a pink and blue T-shirt printed with our school emblem, jeans and a white Nike hat with a low brim. She is not particularly outstanding, but she smiles sweetly. She took a dark blue umbrella, stood at the front door and shouted 'dad, here's your umbrella', then handed it over and hurriedly jumped out of the car and ran away.
It was at this glance that Lu Xiaoban's appearance was printed into my mind. That day, as an alumni of Lu Xiaoban, I tried to get close to her father until I found out that she was at the same level as us.
The next day I ran to the broadcasting and hosting department and began to pursue her crazily, but Lu Xiaoban was still indifferent to me.
On the eve of Valentine's day in my junior year, I prepared the program for the next day to surprise Lu Xiaoban. I wrote a red and gilded invitation and asked Ma Ziqiang to send it for me. When he came back, I asked about the results. He said Lu Xiaoban took it.
I waited for Lu Xiaoban all night, but she never came. It rained outside at midnight. I drank too much alone and staggered back. Passing through the school gate, I saw Ma Ziqiang talking to a girl. She looked very close. I went over to say hello, but at that moment, I was stunned.
The girl is Lu Xiaoban
My heart trembled violently and I ran home in one breath. I turned on the dormitory light and walked around like a trapped animal. There is a fire burning in my heart. Anger and humiliation are burning and creaking, almost burning me crazy.
Ma Ziqiang has a black manuscript beside his pillow. He likes to copy some fine essays and classic sentences on it. When I saw the name of Lu Xiaoban inside, the suspicion in my heart became a fact: it turned out that Ma Ziqiang also secretly liked a girl whose name was Lu Xiaoban.
Internship storm
None of us got the favor of Lu Xiaoban. Soon she fell in love with other boys. I met Lu Xiaoban at a dance. I asked her why she didn't come that night. She asked me strangely. Did you invite me? I was surprised and angry: all the fault was not that Lu Xiaoban didn't love me, but Ma Ziqiang.
For the first time, I realized the hypocrisy of Ma Ziqiang. Since then, we have obviously alienated.
Soon, when I was a senior, there was a place for general internship in the Department. Ma Ziqiang and I were qualified. The counselor talked to us and hoped we would fight for it. Ma Ziqiang said without hesitation, 'ah Lin, go ahead. I've contacted other places.'
But this is not the case. When I prepared the information for the interview, my home was stolen.
My laptop, mobile phone and wallet are all lost, and my files and all relevant certificates are missing. I lay in bed like a pile of mud. Ma Ziqiang sat by the bed and comforted me sympathetically. A speculation suddenly came out of my mind: who is the best for losing the file certificate?
Even if Ma Ziqiang doesn't have the courage to steal computers and mobile phones, it's entirely possible to take away the file bag. Besides, what does a thief want my file bag to do? The idea kept swirling in my mind. At that moment, I couldn't help it any longer. Finally, I shouted at him: 'don't pretend to be a good man there & hellip& hellip;'
That was the only quarrel between Ma Ziqiang and me. I don't know how hurtful those words are to a boy with extremely low self-esteem and self-esteem. I just pour my doubts into him like a basin of water. His dark face turned purplish red and he was gnashing his teeth to beat me, but he couldn't speak. He was guilty.
Until graduation, we never said a word. On the same day, he dragged the only old suitcase and hurried away. It is said that he will go to GM for internship soon.
Friendship between two men
June came, and we started a new life after dinner. I stayed in the city and he went to Beijing. Even though we cared and supported each other, we went through such an unforgettable youth. In the end, we didn't even drink a cup of blessing wine. We lost touch completely.
Six months later, I moved to tidy up my old things and found a black manuscript covered with thick dust in the room we shared. The above is Ma Ziqiang's fragmentary mood record, but the content after Valentine's Day is strange to me. He wrote that because of me, he became concerned about Lu Xiaoban's love for retreat, so he knew that she had an ambiguous relationship with many boys. He sent the invitation, but Lu Xiaoban didn't accept it. He didn't know how to tell me, so he had to lie to me. On the night of Valentine's day, he begged her for a long time, and she refused to see me.
A familiar invitation is quietly sandwiched on the open page.
At that moment, I seemed to understand Ma Ziqiang. How could he have the heart to hurt me if he refused to owe me a glass of juice. His kindness to me is one-third gratitude, one-third respect and one-third tolerance. He would rather bow his head and beg than see me sad.
This is the friendship between men. He doesn't know what to say, but he just wants to do it. He gave in and forbearance, taught me independence and self-discipline. He was the one who urged me to grow up and lead me to become excellent. He was also the only person in the world who shared the secret flower of growth with me.
But I finally lost this friend, who played the role of father, brother and friend in my growth.
He didn't stay at GM after all. I heard about him, but I finally lost his news. I only hung that post on the school BBS again: looking for accompanying reading & hellip& hellip;