Speaking of these friends, the first thing I have to mention is Cao Sijia. He is everyone's pistachio. We always like to "bully" him because he is fat and has a face like two steamed buns. When we saw him, we couldn't help but want to pinch him. We also gave him many nicknames, two of which are my favorites. One is called drooling. In my memory, drooling should be a child's patent, but he is twenty-three, and he is still drooling, while reading, eating, surfing the Internet and sleeping. It's really endless, first-class, and out of control, which really makes people admire him. I remember one night, the three of us specially bought several bags of drooling and put them on his bed to stimulate him. When he came back, he saw the drooling on the bed and his face immediately changed color. Then the scene can be imagined, and several of us played together and were very unhappy.
Another nickname is dry fried pork tenderloin (or sweet and sour tenderloin). In my impression, no one orders only one dish every day, but he makes it every day, persevering and persevering, which is really admirable. I once asked him: Aren't you tired? His answer is also funny: I choose, I like it. So that the canteen master saw him coming slowly from the window and shouted directly to the chef inside: stir-fry a plate of tenderloin.
Another friend named Miao Desheng, we have known each other since our sophomore year, and we feel that we have known each other for a long time. Unlike Cao Sijia, when we were together with Miao Desheng, we talked more about study and life. At that time, I often went to his class when I was not in class. First, there he is. Second, there are only seven or eight students in their class, which is very quiet. Writing and reading in such an atmosphere is a great pleasure.
What Miao Desheng often talks about is: find a good job and be filial to your parents. He said it was a great wish of his life. He said that his parents are ordinary people, and they have worked hard all their lives to get a good home. Now that I am old, as a son, I should take good care of my parents and let them live a good life.
With Miao Desheng, the happiest thing is listening to Yin Qing's night flight in China, listening to other people's stories, thinking about their own situation, discussing life philosophy together and telling each other's feelings. This feeling is really good. In the process of communication, we are thinking about the ups and downs of our inner world, and looking forward to tomorrow, we will have the answers we want.
Miao Desheng often said: the friendship between us is a real friendship, and there is no dispute of interests, just for this friendship. Whenever I think of this sentence, I know that I have a pure friendship in this world, and this friendship will accompany me to the end of my life.
The next friend to talk about is Cui Wei. Although he is tall, he will fall when the wind blows. Hanging out all day, I like to be cool. I changed my clothes in less than two days and changed my hairstyle in less than three months. Once I asked him: Are you tired of following the fashion like this? Cui Wei's answer is also very direct: Tired? Haha, I enjoyed it. You wouldn't understand. Yes, of course I don't understand. If I do, it's not me.
Speaking of Cui Wei, there is a key word that cannot be avoided, and that is girlfriend. According to my statistics, Cui Wei had at least 14 girlfriends during her college years. He can change girlfriends faster than my coat, which is really "enviable". But as people say, happiness begets sorrow, and there are many girlfriends, which proves that being dumped is also very fast. When studying in the evening, Cui Wei asked me to go out for a drink. I was guessing at the time that I was probably dumped by my girlfriend. Sure enough, while drinking, Cui Wei kept asking me: You said this girl was ungrateful. I was so kind to her, but she was ungrateful and fell in love with another boy. You said I didn't complain. Seeing his painful expression, I don't know how to comfort him. The moment he lay in bed, he kept saying: Why, why? ...
Of course, Cui Wei's life is still very happy, especially when we are together. I remember one time, the four of us played poker around the table. Miao Desheng and I are a group, and he and Cao Scarlett are a group. Speaking of that day, we always lost and almost never won. This coke broke Cui Wei. He mocked us for not being able to play cards, saying that we were card gods, invincible and unparalleled in the world. Looking at his proud appearance, Miao Decheng and I couldn't wait to beat him up, but on second thought, forget it, who doesn't eat jiaozi during the Chinese New Year, let alone him.
Finally, my close comrade-in-arms: Fu Yonglong, said to be a close comrade-in-arms, mainly because we are now working in the same unit. It can be said that we have hardly been apart for five years. If there is one word to describe her, it is "bookworm". The nerd I'm talking about here is not bragging about how much he loves learning, but his obsession with online games novels. He watches it in class, after class, back to the dormitory and in the bathroom. It is really everywhere. I remember one night after the military training, the dormitory was closed and several of us were ready to sleep. At this time, he moved a small bench and sat in the corridor reading. We advised him to stop reading, which was bad for his eyes, but he didn't listen at all and remained xenophobic. At that time, I was thinking,
But what I can't stand most is his carelessness. I lost my cell phone when I went to the Internet cafe all night, my wallet when I took the bus, and my clothes when I went home. It's really a great loss, which makes people speechless. Because he is forgetful, I have told him many times that he always goes in one ear and out the other and doesn't care at all. Looking at his silly smile, I really want to beat him up, but the impulse is only a moment, and I really can't beat him. After all, we are very good friends, but I am really worried about him. Maybe one day, he will lose himself.
This is the rest of my memory about the best time in college. Although it has been two years, I still can't forget it. I know that although we are far apart now, our hearts are connected. We will all be in a corner of the city, wishing for each other, and writing nostalgic poems for each other!