Chapter 5 Chapter 1 - I'm like a hibernating bear

no matter where i am Only one turn away from you I am always here in front of you in your shadow Waiting for you quietly on the balcony The distance of a turn? Turning around in surprise, I saw two soldiers in camouflage uniforms talking and laughing. The young mother with her baby boy and the woman standing under the no-smoking sign were gone. Probably because the train passed Taoyuan, more passengers got off the train, so they all went into the carriage. I blew a gust of cold wind, my hands and cheeks were already frozen, and I decided to hide in the car. Behind the last car, there is still some space, stacked with a few cardboard boxes.

There were two people sitting on the box, and there was an empty seat, so I sat on it. The box is very thick, and it should be full of things, but I don't know what to pack. On my right is a middle-aged man in a mouse-colored coat, slightly bald, dozing against the car. That’s probably where I will be in 20 years. On the left is a boy who looks like a college student, wearing black-rimmed glasses, looking dull. Much like me 10 years ago when I first entered college. I read the words on the fourth cigarette again, and when I read "on the balcony, waiting for you quietly", I finally couldn't help it, and laughed happily.

Because I think of the absurdity of playing Romeo in the drama club in freshman year. What a lovely period of youth, that is the best proof that I have survived. No matter how far away I have been, no matter how vulgar I will become in the future, Those days will always shine like a diamond. And poor Juliet, are you still waiting for Romeo on the terrace? I looked enviously at the young college student again, who was reading a novel attentively. Young college students, take hold of college life, it will be the most precious memory in your life. You meet people of all kinds, and they influence you whether you like it or not.

I was once as young as you. At that time, I had just come down from Chenggong Ridge, and with a crew cut, I was looking for an empty room on the tenth floor of the dormitory. I arrived early and most of the rooms were not taken. It was my birthday on the 13th, so I chose room 1013. The room has two bunk beds and can accommodate four people. The desk was attached in a straight line to the wall, and there were four small wardrobes. I picked the upper berth by the window, and the bed number is No. 3.Then start cleaning the room. After tidying up, put the clothes in the closet, and put the schoolbag and toilet utensils on the No. 3 desk.

Wiping off his sweat, when he was about to leave, he almost collided with a person at the door of the room. "Sorry." The other party smiled and apologized in a loud voice. "Wow, this room is so clean, this is it." He walked into room 1013 and put the green travel bag on bed number 4, which was my lower berth. "Hello," he stretched out his right hand and smiled: "My name is Li Bosen. Muzi Li, cypress of pines and cypresses, forest of forests. Please advise." "My name is Cai Chongren, hello." We shook hands, and his palm was warm and rich, with a strong handshake.

"Do you sleep in No. 3?" Bo Sen looked up at my bed. "Yeah. I like to sleep on the top bunk." "Me too. But I was too skinny when I was a child and fell off the top bunk. I don't dare to sleep on the top bunk anymore." Bo Sen opened the green travel bag, hummed a song, took out the things one by one, and arranged them. He was taller and stronger than me, dark-skinned and without glasses. With the same haircut, I look dumb, but he looks capable. "Okay." Bo Sen clapped his palms, exhaled, and took off his green sports jacket: "There seems to be a restaurant in the basement of the dormitory next door, let's eat together."

"OK." We took the elevator downstairs, it was only around five o'clock, and the cafeteria that could accommodate about 200 people was empty. The people who served the food were all middle-aged women, but the one who paid the bill was a young girl. Bo Sen chose the location, put down the lunch box, and brought two bowls of soup, one for me.Then say: "Hey, do you think the girl at the checkout looks like Gi'an from Tinker Bell?" I looked at her, she was a chubby girl, her face really looked like Ji'an who bullied Nobita in "Tinker Bell". I couldn't help laughing.

"We'll call her Ji'an from now on." Person smiled like a mischievous child. This is my first meeting with Paterson. Even after all these years, I can still clearly hear him laughing then. It is rare to hear such a clean laughter, loud but not harsh, like the sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon in autumn. He said that his horoscope lacks wood in the five elements and is not easy to be stable, so his father named him Bo Sen. "It's really hard for my dad," Boysen said with a smile, "but it doesn't seem to work." "My dad is more relaxed. Chong is ranked according to the family tree, so he only gave me one Ren."

"It would be fine if you only called Cai Chong, then you are a vegetable worm." Bo Sen started laughing again: "The vegetable worm eats the vegetables and dies, and the killer kills and is killed. This is a famous puppet show." Since then, Cai Chong has been my nickname. Person was the first and best friend I had since college. I believe and I expect him to be the most important friend of my life. Some part of my mind wakes up after years of hibernation craving food, And Person is the first to provide nutrients. So I was like a traveler who had been walking in the desert for a month and suddenly came across an oasis.

I gulped down the water. Room 1013 later lived in a classmate named Ye Ziyao, who slept in bed No. 2. He served in the army and re-examined twice. He is five years older than me and Bo Sen. We all call him Brother Ziyao. Most of the time, the classmates seldom meet him, and he always has a lot of foreign affairs. Since Person and I share a room with him, we see him at least once a night. But if he's busy, we don't see him for days. Only the messy books on the bed proved that he had been back. Brother Ziyao always carries an outdated backpack, the color of which looks like grass after being trampled by a large herd of bison.

Because there are too many things in the backpack, it is always bulging, like a bragging frog. The zipper of the backpack may be broken, or it may not be closed at all, so there are always a few books poking their heads restlessly. Brother Ziyao is not interested in classes and clubs, but he is too enthusiastic about many things. This can be seen in the stack of books on his bed and desk. The types of books include computer, fortune-telling, I Ching, traditional Chinese medicine, religion, financial management, biology and so on. Later, there were too many books, so we asked him to place books on the No. 1 desk, bed and wardrobe. Brother Ziyao is a strange person, sometimes the logic of his speech is very special. Of course, I have no position to say that others are strange, because I have also been regarded as a strange person. But if I can be regarded as a strange person, then brother Ziyao, who was called a strange person by the strange me, must be even more strange. I remember one time when I saw "Religion and Life" on his bed, I picked it up and read it. Just when brother Ziyao came back, he asked: "Huh? Cai Chong, are you also interested in religion?" "No. I'm just looking through it out of curiosity." "Curiosity is important..." Brother Ziyao took out two strangely shaped stones from his pocket, put them in the desk drawer, and continued, "Many murder bodies are discovered because of the curiosity of passers-by." "Does this have anything to do with religion?" "Well. It means that you have a predestined relationship with the Buddha. There are so many books on the bed, and you only pick this one. It's so good." "Brother Ziyao, what are you talking about?" "Idiot, oh idiot, let me tell you." "Religion reaches the highest level, but different routes lead to the same goal. Therefore, Buddhism says: Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form; in contrast to Christianity, Jesus is Judas, and Judas is Jesus. God and devil are one body, good and evil are in one thought, being gods and demons, doing good and evil , only a thin line. Amitabha...Of course we can also say hallelujah. Both Amitabha and hallelujah are four words, which is called the same goal by different routes." I was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say. He took a few books on the bed, stuffed them into his backpack, and went out again.