I had a dream early in the morning. I dreamed that my friend who worked in the supermarket said that the Golden Pillow durians in the supermarket were no longer for sale and asked me to peel the durians. I peeled several of them and was so happy that I was about to eat them when the alarm rang and I didn’t even get the last bite. But after I woke up, I couldn't help but sigh about the sweet dream I had just had. I thought I was crazy about eating durian!
Actually, I didn’t eat durian before because it smelled too bad. Later, I suddenly felt very curious. If such smelly things are sold at such high prices and so many people buy them, don’t others find it smelly?
My cousin told me that durian only smells bad, but tastes delicious, just like stinky tofu. People who love to eat it actually find it very fragrant. About seven or eight years ago, I bought a small piece of durian to eat with the intention of giving it a try. The first time I ate it, I didn’t feel very good. But after eating it for the second and third time, I gradually fell in love with durian.
Normally, I don’t think durian is expensive, so I don’t buy and eat it very much. In the end, I still don’t want to part with it. I feel satisfied if I can eat it three or five times a year.
Regarding the memory of durian, there are several things that make me feel extremely warm and happy. The first person who invited me to eat durian was my best friend Benben. I called her Benben because I thought she was really stupid. In recent years, she often sacrificed herself to help me. She also helped me with a lot of things and could often solve the problem. It made me cry.
I remember that during the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2014, she asked me to go to her house to celebrate the festival, but I made an agreement with a few friends from other places to celebrate the festival together at home instead of going. Then she went to the supermarket specifically before looking back at Gao's hometown. I bought a big durian and sent it downstairs for me to pick up. After I went downstairs and saw that it was durian, I felt very sorry for her money. After all, her salary at that time was lower than mine, and she often saved money to help me who was under great pressure.
Although I want to eat durian in my mouth, I don’t want it in my heart. I want her to take it back to her hometown to eat. As a result, she was willful and threw the durian on the ground. Then she pretended to be angry and said to me, "Do you want love or not? Throw it in the trash can if you don't want it!" Then, she turned around and drove away, leaving only Stupidly, I didn’t know what to say to the durian on the ground.
When I went up to the seventh floor with durian in my arms that day, I couldn’t help but cry when I reached the third or fourth floor, because I thought of many things in my heart at once. Every time, my best friend tried her best to help me. , regardless of the cost, without any expectation of return, it moved me to tears at every turn.
Before that time, Benben, who knew that I loved durian, bought it for me once when I went to the supermarket with her. It was just the day when my salary was paid, and she obviously didn’t get much money. But she said very readily that she wanted to treat me to durian. After she weighed it that time, I put it back. I was reluctant to eat it, and I couldn't bear it.
The second person who invited me to eat durian was my college classmate. We were best friends when we were still in school. Later we stayed in the same city to work, but we were busy with our own lives, and later we got married. After getting married, it was difficult to see each other for almost a year. One time he borrowed a book from me, and when I gave it to him, he gave me a box of durians. Because he played well before, I was never polite to him. I ate that box of durians very happily and contentedly, and it was full of the flavor of friendship.
The third person who invited me to eat durian was a friend I only met in the past two years because he works in a supermarket and I take my daughter to the supermarket almost every day. Before my daughter went to school, she stayed at home every day. When she was very young, her father developed a habit for her, which is to go out for a walk at least once a day. Otherwise, the child would wake up in the middle of the night and make noises to go out for a walk. You can go to the supermarket to buy groceries, and the environment is also good, so visiting the supermarket has become a daily habit for my daughter.
Because I often visit the supermarket, I forgot how to get to know him. I only remember that he gave toys to my daughter several times before. It seemed that it was because my daughter gradually became familiar with him. Recently, due to various things, I sometimes feel very depressed, but eating durian makes me happy.
This friend doesn’t eat durian because he thinks it’s too smelly. One night a few days ago, when he was getting ready to get off the night shift, he found that durians were sold cheaply in the supermarket. He bought it for me and then asked me to come over and get the durian meat on WeChat. I was at home with my daughter and didn’t pay attention to the WeChat message. By the time I saw the message, it was already past the time when my friend got off work. I was worried that it was too late, so I asked him to go home first.
But he said he hadn’t left yet, and my daughter was already asleep at that time, and I didn’t dare to go out for too long. My friend originally got off work late, but he still sent me downstairs. Because he had never been here before, he drove the navigation over at night. It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening when the durian was delivered to me. I came home with two boxes of durians. Even though I had already brushed my teeth, I couldn’t help but eat one box.
That night, the room was filled with the sweet smell of durian. I was so happy after eating that I seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant things that happened to me in those days. When I turned off the lights and was about to fall asleep, I felt moved, happy, warm, and grateful...
Although, sometimes I am not used to talking to people I know well. Thank you, because I feel that language is very feeble. The word "thank you" is far from enough to express the gratitude in my heart. It is just like a nonsense sentence. I prefer to keep in mind the good things others have given me. When I have the opportunity, I will do my best to be kind to others, and cherish every kindness and touch I have in my life.
Durian itself is very sweet and delicious, and its nutritional value is also very high, but what is more precious than durian is the human heart. Material things can be measured in money, but human hearts are always priceless. Some precious friendships are worth caring for, and some people are worth cherishing for a lifetime.