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One friend, a stretch of history
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A close friend called me just now.
He heard the news that there was an earthquake this morning in Du Jiangyan.
He was worrying about me.
A true friend is a friend indeed and in need.
During my teenager peroid, he did helped me a lot.
For me, I never see him as an elder brother, superior, or a man, just a friend, nor think of what our relationship really is, just a friend.
He is 33, or perhaps more, can't be less, I am not sure, now, a good father of son, a good husband of family, a good brother of fellows, a good teacher of students, a good leader of his company.
I am 27, a girl living in free style, a bit crazy, with a lot of fantasy.
I met him when I was 15.
This is the thirteenth year since we first knew.
How amazing, isn't it?
How could such two persons be friends and keep in touch for nearly thirteen years?
Who could predict how long we can go or what would happen at that time?
We are in different city, different working area, totally different background, different occupations.
But we are always sharing the same hobby, same interests, same idea and same experience of major.
Looking back to the past days, sometimes I even wonder what makes us such good friends and how he see me in heart.
I have no idea, really.
But what I am sure is, I am in his heart, an very important friend.
For many years, we've been in touch in different ways. E-mail, QQ, MSN, call, or meet.
It is only twice that we see each other during the thirteen years.
The latest day I saw him was five years ago but his smiling at me tenderly seems yesterday.
He said he had promised to see me in my city five years ago.
I really remembered nothing.
And he said he would come this year.
I know it's his promis to a real friend.
I know he really cares me a lot.
Details illustrates everything.
He would send me a box of chocolates that friends brought abroad.
He would mail me a card when festival.
He would call me as today he did when he heard some news about my city or around.
He would chat with me however late in the deep night on net.
He would share his happiness to having been a father and let me be his son's uncle.
He would give me all his support and relevant advice no matter what I will do.
He would give me whatever I ask for if he has.
He would be recovered from sadness only if he knows my safty.
He would stand my caprice, fancy, childish, or badness for no reason.
He would say good night LAODA on the line tenderly and gently.
He would try his hard to spare time to realize his promise to me even if I cann't remember it.
He would ask me advice about how to propose marriage to his girlfriend carefully.
He would share his working titbit no matter where he is.
He can do a lot.
He is an authoritative constructor.
He is a bartender with certification.
He is a tuner with licence.
He is a successful company manager.
He is an instrumentalist.
He is also a true person who enjoys life.
He can play guitar, voilin, piano, saxophone, clavier, and be professional in music post processing.
He can draw civil engineer design with professional software.
But there's one point he cannot do is allowing me to touch his instrument or computer for scaring my tear down his instrument or computer.^ ^
The funniest experience for us is his showing me the ID card.
He seemed to make me believe he is not a bad guy.
Though I did't care how old he was, who he was, I got his sincerity, and, he won my trust, anyway.
He really teaches and influence me a lot, upon life, major, sense of worth, world, and how to make choice, tenderly, gradually, and unconsciously.
Oh, he is a little bit ugly, as I always laugh at him.
He doesnot care, either do I.
We share friendship with true heart, really, in deed, in need.
Friendship will last for long.
It's a stretch of history, of ours.
