Chapter 38 Chapter Ten - Some words must be courageously said

After seeing off senior sister Xiuzhi, Bo Sen became even quieter. One night, Bo Sen had a sudden whim and bought a few bottles of beer. Ask me to accompany him to the dormitory where he lived before. We knocked on the door of Room 1013 and made it clear that we came, and the students inside were surprised. After touching the edge of the bed where we slept and the desk where we were studying, we went up to the top floor. Climb to the highest water tower in the dormitory and lie down, just like the scene when I was practicing folk dance. "Unfortunately, there are no stars tonight," said Person.

"After you drink, you will have many stars." I said with a smile. "Cai Chong, I have decided to go to the United States to study for a doctorate." Bo Sen looked at the night sky and said suddenly. "Hmm..." I thought for a while, "I wish you well." "Thank you." Bo Sen smiled, turned over, and faced me, "Cai Chong, do you still remember the night when I won the rugby championship, I asked you if I was born a hero?" "Of course I do. In fact, you've asked many times." "At that time you replied: I don't know if you are a hero, but you will definitely be number one in the future."

Bo Sen sighed, "Cai Chong, thank you very much." "It's been so long ago, why are you still thanking me?" "Influenced by my father, I have always wanted to stand out." Boysen turned his head to the night sky again: "From childhood to adulthood, no matter what I do, I will ask myself to be better than others." Bo Sen strengthened his tone: "I must, I must succeed." I didn't answer, just watched the night sky with Bosen and listened carefully. Bosen wants to be different, but I want to be like everyone else, we have different complexes.

Because I knew Mingjing, I was lucky enough to get rid of the complex. And Bo Sen was not so lucky, he could only climb up endlessly. Suddenly falling from the sky, Bo Sen must feel very uncomfortable. "Person, go out and fly. You will definitely fly higher than others." I said with a sigh. "Huh..." After a long time, Bo Sen exhaled a long breath and smiled, "I feel much better." "That's good." I was also relieved. "Cai Chong, can you tell me, who is the person you like?" "Fang Quan." "Why not Lin Mingjing?"

"I don't know either. Maybe I'm losing my mind and going crazy." "Why do you say you're crazy?" "Because I can't prove why I like Fang Quan." "Cai Chong, haven't we proved enough things for so many years in engineering school? You even want to prove love? Have you forgotten the previous debate competition?" "Ok?" "Didn't we debate before, 'Does falling in love make a person irrational'?" "Yes indeed." "In your defense, didn't you say: If between white and black, everyone chooses white, and only one person chooses black. You can only say that he is abnormal, not irrational. Right and wrong are the difference between more and less, there is no right It has nothing to do with being wrong, and it has nothing to do with reason or irrationality"

That's right, why do I always want to prove that I like Tsuen, not Mingjing? I know in my heart that I like Tsuen, that's enough. Many things need to be proved, not because they are believed, but because they are doubted. As far as liking Tsuen is concerned, I have never doubted it, so why do I have to prove it is right? It's like I believe in my heart that the sun rises in the east, but I don't have to get up at 5 o'clock every morning to prove it. It dawned on me at last. I decided not to hesitate. Just for me, telling someone who loves herself doesn't love her,

It will be much more difficult than saying that you love her to someone who doesn't love you. So I need one last bit of courage. On the day Bo Sen was about to leave Taiwan, I accompanied him to the airport. After checking in, he suddenly asked me: "Cai Chong, please tell me. The night you failed the technician exam, when we were eating hot pot together, you said: Taiwanese politicians should learn how to cook hot pot meat. What does that mean?" Person's expression was very serious, as if this was a doubt that had troubled him for many years. "There are everything in the hot pot soup, which symbolizes wealth, power and status. Politicians should be like the sliced ​​meat in the hot pot. They must not stay in the pot for too long. They must understand the principle of retreating bravely when it is too late."

"Caibu. You are really a master. The composition score that time made you feel wronged." Bo Sen suddenly realized and smiled. "Person. You are also a master." I also smiled, after all, it was a long time ago. If there is no accident, that composition was the last time I wrote an article for competition or achievement. "Both fired by Tianya, why bother to praise each other when we meet again." Bo Sen suddenly laughed. Tsuen is right, voices can be deceiving. Even though Person's voice is happy, I can still see depression and sadness in Person. "Person, is there anything else you forgot?"

"Yes. I leave one of the most important things in Taiwan." "Huh? What?" I was very nervous. Bo Sen put down the travel bag in his right hand, stared at me, and did not answer. Then slowly stretched out his right hand, choked up and said: "I left the best friend of my life in Taiwan." Like a bullet that just left the chamber, my right hand quickly grasped Person's hand tightly. The right hands we held each other trembled from too much force. Knowing Person for so long, I only shook hands with him twice, the first meeting and the present parting. They are all the same warm and rich palms.

The domineering and domineering college life, the burning ointment in the postgraduate period, and the depression and setbacks after work, over the past nine years, Bo Sen and I have supported each other and grown together. In the days to come, it may be difficult for us to meet again. And the most important people in each other's lives may change from friends to wives and children. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness, so I hugged Bo Sen excitedly.The damn tears just flowed and flowed, like springs gushing from the ground, endless. I'm 27 and a man again, I can't be this weak.

But I always feel that I am still like a child in many places, and I need to be constantly cared for by Bosen. Bosen, I am just a mistletoe, how can I survive without you? "Cai Chong, I'll write a sentence for you." Bo Sen wiped his eyes a few times with his right sleeve, squatted down, and took out a pen and paper from his travel bag. "Come on, lend me your back." I turned around, and Bo Sen put the paper on my back, rustling and writing. "Okay." Boyson folded the note twice and stuffed it into my shirt pocket. "I'm leaving, take care of yourself." My eyes were red all the time, and I couldn't say a word. After Bo Sen left, I opened the note and read it, which read: "Love is a flower that grows on the edge of a cliff, If you want to pick it up, you must have courage. " — Shakespeare The fourth host plant that left me, Bosson, gave me one last bit of nourishment—courage. Pop singer Leong Ching Ru is right when she sings, "We all need the courage to believe that we will be together." The supervisor of my former company was also right, "We all need courage to face sorghum Shaoxing." It turns out that there are some things I have to muster up the courage to say. I see.