Before writing this chapter, I have to pay tribute and apologize to the most important man in my life besides my father. Because there are some things I have to say, because if he knew he might not let me say it, but, I'm sorry, brother, I have to say it. You can't really hit me anyway.

If there is a hard-working woman behind every successful man, it is better to say that there is a group of women behind every successful man, and it is better to say that behind every successful man there is a mysterious man. Then he is the most important and mysterious man in my life - Liu Dong.

The first time I saw it was on the balcony of the junior high school classroom. Tall, slightly fierce but full of determined and unfathomable gaze, and full of muscles. Of those I know, I think it's invincible. His highest record was to beat seven of his peers, and that year, the third year of junior high school. He refreshed a lot of my concepts, the most capable of fighting, the most reliable, the most prodigal, the most affectionate, and the most able to plan.

That year was the most important year of my life. The first man in my life who stood up for me died because of leukemia, and then I met him again after all kinds of bullying. God has always treated me like this, sending me what I need most in time.

At first, I was so timid, so small that I had to shake my legs for a long time when talking to girls, and my face was red to the base of my neck. I was bullied by the school's hooligans to run errands, swindled out of money, and beaten. But I didn't even dare to change my eyes, and I wanted to change too, but I didn't know where to start. So, fate is really strange, and it's coming.

On that day, the day before my birthday, the people in the class who were not good at studying were saying: Tomorrow is the birthday of our class president (Liu Dong), go and have a good time. I was stunned, who, it was the same birthday as me. Then, the man walked into my gaze. Little did I know that my life would take a turn from here to the other direction. Maybe at that time I thought that my life was like this, plain, cowardly life, and nothing. Then, he came.

After class, I timidly walked up to him and said, "Class leader, what's your birthday tomorrow?"

He looked disdainful: What's wrong?

His disdain was entirely to be expected.

Me: Oh, it's okay, it's my birthday tomorrow too, coincidentally.

His eyes lit up: really?

Me: What are you lying to you?

After careful questioning, he was a full year older than me. It is the birthday of the 27th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar.

He said: Let's go to dinner together tomorrow, this is also a kind of fate.

I happily agreed.

That day, we walked into the store and asked for two beers, my first smoke, the first time I drank with a strange man, and that's it. How to say it, he told me that a man, no matter what happens to you, you can be afraid, but you have to carry it up first and then be afraid, otherwise you let the people behind you do. Perhaps, only every time the two of us are alone, I will show my vulnerable side, I will sigh, I will cry, I will talk. I know that he won't laugh at me because he knows me best, and I know him best. I told a girl, "Don't talk to me, and people will always rely on their own nonsense." He is my last reliance, the most reliable dependence, just like the king in the landlord, the hole cards, not casually played.

That year, he took me to fight for the first time.

He said: I'm not teaching you to fight anymore, I'm teaching you how to protect your dignity.

I replied: yes. Got it.

Then the hand holding the stick shook even more.

When he saw it, he grabbed my hand and squeezed the stick in his hand. At that moment, I felt that I had everything, and I recognized him. What he gave me was a sense of dependence from the bottom of my heart, a big thing, when I thought of him, it didn't feel like a thing. I know it's not a good habit, but if it were to change, I wouldn't be able to say it from here.

On weekdays, I rarely contact him, and sometimes I don't have a phone call or message all year round. If there is a connection, it is also a difficult problem that I can't solve. He always knows what I'm going to say as soon as I open my mouth.

For example, I: Brother, are you there?

Liu Dong: How much money does it cost? Alipay or WeChat?

Me: Thank you.

Liu Dong: Grass, this ink. Turn it around, you take a look.

Another example, me: are you in?

Liu Dong: Well, what's wrong?

Me: I got into a fight.

Liu Dong: Time, place.

Me: You don't even ask why?

Liu Dong: In my brother, there is no right or wrong, there is no reason to talk about, you are always right.

I was so moved.

Since I was in school, I forgot to ask him intermittently how many things he wanted and how much, and every time he said that he would pay you back. And then it was gone, and then, I didn't say it, and he didn't mention it.

I said, I seem to be chasing you forever, you see, when I was still a fool who was bullied and didn't dare to fight back, you taught me how to defend my dignity, when I just went out to work, you taught me how to get along with people, how to communicate with people, when I was ready to make money, you taught me how to allocate the money in my hand reasonably, how to invest.

He seems to be so accustomed to me forever, he is close to me about what he eats, he smokes when he has good cigarettes, he spends money on me, and he is bullied to help me get angry. Sometimes I think, "Why?" Tell me, why? Just because I call you brother, you are stupid, if you want to say that, you can't have brothers all over the world.

That year, I went to his house to look for him. After drinking in the evening, we sat on the bed and undressed. He looked at the scars on my body, touched those wounds, and said with a guilty face: These are my shames, my brother didn't take care of you.

At that moment, I almost cried, you said you are always like this, how can I pay it off. Every time I go to his house, I see something fun and likes, and I pester him to ask for it. If he didn't give it, I would use the inkblot hard, and then he just said with a look of disgust: What are you doing on the horse, brother, take it and get out of here. Then I was content to put it in my pocket.

Every time we meet, he always says: Come on, come on, practice, and see if you have grown strong recently.

Me:, if you want to kill me, just say it.

Liu Dong: What's wrong, I just want to beat you, and I'm not convinced to fight.

Me: Forget it, I was wrong.

Then he smiled very satisfied: This is about the same, tell my brother, did that Shaoqian bully you again?

My head lit like a chicken eating rice.

He said: When we see each other next time, we will beat him together.

I smirked: Okay, no problem.

Liu Dong's combat effectiveness is also a half-humble brother, so I am still very relieved at this point. I remember when I was in the third year of junior high school, I lived in an apartment outside, and I slept in the school apartment every night, and he lived in the school. One day, when I came to class, I saw his old man tearing his clothes. I asked him what was going on, and he said that he was overshadowed yesterday and had a fight with six or seven people in the toilet. As a result, the gang did not beat him alone, and when he ran, he left a pair of glasses.

I'm always there for him, and I don't know why he's always so used to me, but I don't care about that. I only know that if he is one day, I will be at ease for one day. Very down-to-earth peace of mind, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is my spiritual pillar, no matter when, anything, as long as it does not bother him, it must be a small matter, but as long as I ask him, I can always get my wish.

I sincerely call him brother, this has nothing to do with brotherhood, has nothing to do with age, and has nothing to do with the size of the ability. That's the kind of thing, simple brother, with you, nothing matters.

He changed a few girlfriends, and people said that he was attentive and blind to worship, only I knew that some things were painful in his heart and a hurdle that he couldn't get over. Or only when facing me, he will show me his most vulnerable side, will say it to me, every time, I will not say a word, quietly listen to him. I know that he is also a human being, an ordinary man, and he is not a god. He will also be tired, and he will be sad, and he will be tired. There are so many things I can't do, the only thing I can do is just listen. Because he knows me best, and I know him best. His thoughts and difficulties can only be shown to me, and only to me, and only I can understand.

May his most signature confident smile always hang on his face, not only the embodiment of his mentality, but also the support of my faith.