I made a smile as a response and went into the bathroom. While taking the shower, I kept thinking a sentence: “Every little word has its power.” Besides, every little smile can be catching. Then, I began to think about my desk mate’s words:

             “Yes, I really take good care of him.” Que was my desk mate in my grade one in high school. In the second semester a boy (Xie) came to our class and was arranged to take the seat near us. Que was veeeeeeeery friendly to him. One day, I asked her for the reason and she said:”I take good care of him because I want someone in his new school can take good care of him also.” I was confused by the two “he”s. But then, from the smile in Que’s eyes, I understood who they were. The first “he” was Xie, our new classmate; the second “he” was Huang, Que’s beloved one but moved into another school that semester.

            “I hope someone will be kind to him in his new class. Just like what I do to Xie.” Que added.

            I like Que very much. She is innocent and straight. I don’t need to pretend I am all right while I in fact feel terrible inside. From her words, I realize that, each one must be very special to someone. No matter how crude, how disgusting, how untrustworthy, how what what what a person can be, he must be perfect and special to someone. Maybe to his parents, or his beloved.

           I have met a girl towards her I feel totally unbearable these days. My mind will be upset every time I think about her. But, Xiaoyun reminded me of Que’s words. Que’s words reminds me that it is unnecessary to hate someone. You won’t get happy; she won’t be hurt by your hatred. Besides, though she makes me feel disguising, but she’s the beloved to her parents, her boyfriend. I believe that they will try their best to protest her from any harms. These people are respectable, to me. Now, I know how stupid I am to being upset by someone I don’t like.

           Even though I don’t want to be her good friend, but we can still be HI-BYE friend.

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           “太后…” the words was followed by a sob of pain. My heart was broken immediately and I didn’t know what I could do. She was in the end of the phone; I could neither lend my shoulder to her nor give her a handkerchiel.

           This was the first time for Hainyan’s job. She went there with great energy in the morning. But it never came to my mind she would be crying alone in the dorm at night.

           “Am I weak?” said Haiyan’s broken voice.

           “No, you are not. For a graduate, yes, there are a lot of things we have to learn and to tolerance; but definitely not these. Just quit the job. I am with you.”

           About 30 minutes later, I hand off the phone. Haiyan decided to calm herself down for a while before calling her parents. And besides, she will try to be a responsible woman. Though she will leave the company, but not now, not the moment when she was needed.

           ……

          Looking at the cellphone, again I thought about the girl I found unbearable. I asked myself: How can you be so different? How can you be so kind to Haiyan and a stranger but so crude to a friend?” And I knew the answer:

          “I am the agony aunt, only to them; to others? I will be a powerful witch only.”