The third anniversary of Si Tuleideng's death is really my master's defense day. I stood on the platform, explained my thesis fluently in English and looked at the audience. It suddenly occurred to me that when I graduated from college three years ago, he was sitting under the stage wearing a black bachelor's hat like me and gave me a proud thumbs-up.

After getting my master's degree, I went to India regardless of all difficulties and everyone's opposition.

When I arrived in India, most of the country had just been hit by a few days of heavy rain. When I got off the plane, I took a black suitcase and transferred to the bus non-stop. Because of the heavy rain and muddy roads, drivers drive carefully for fear of encountering mudslides or landslides.

After many twists and turns, I finally reached my destination and came to a small town near the Indian Ocean. It's sunny here, and I can't name the trees on the roadside.

I was shocked by the energy here. Three years ago, I saw countless times in the news the devastation after the Indian Ocean tsunami that shocked the world, leaving only ruins. The magnitude of the earthquake caused by the tsunami was constantly updated, and the final conclusion was 9.3.

At that time, I really understood that when nature gets angry, the world is hell.

I still remember when Stuart just arrived in India, he couldn't get used to the food here. Except curry, there is only yogurt left. He wrote me a postcard and said, say yes, I suddenly feel that your cooking turned out to be delicious.

I was very angry at that time. He didn't forget to laugh at my poor cooking thousands of miles away. I put down the letter and found the recipe on the shelf, vowing to surprise Stuart when he came back.

Then I worked hard in the kitchen all afternoon, and finally I couldn't help getting angry at the boiled fish that smelled like fish.

Forget it, I think sadly, cooking is such a small thing, anyway, it would be good if one of the two people is good at it.

Stuart and I had a hard time, and we had a lot of fate since we were young. I went to the same kindergarten, primary school and middle school. Although the university did not continue to study together, it was also in the same city. Stuart and I were deskmates for 12 years. I think the word "childhood friends" is not enough for us.

It's a pity that we didn't get along well before. He is very beautiful, I always laugh at him as a peacock, and he rudely answers whether I am a man or a woman. The two men are always tit for tat, and the quarrel is getting deeper and deeper, which makes the whole class jump. The teacher forced us to separate our seats, so I had to move the table back.

Even my dad couldn't help saying, "Chen promised, why don't you mess with Stuart's boy?" Just like ... "

"Like what?"

My dad didn't answer me. After a long time, it suddenly occurred to me that he was like a punk who pestered beautiful girls.

This was after Stuart died.

I folded Stuart's letter mocking my cooking and prepared to go to the temple to worship Buddha at the weekend. I know him best. He is a gentleman who is afraid of being heavy. He is very beautiful. I'd better beg Buddha not to be eaten by curry chicken.

But before the weekend, I received the bad news that Stuart was killed. The sudden Indian Ocean tsunami, with Sumatra as the epicenter, opened deadeyes and claimed hundreds of thousands of lives. I naturally refuse to believe it. That was the first time Stuart and I broke up. He went to India to check the wood. He said he would marry me when he came back.

Stuart's family, all of them keep their word. Although Stuart idled around all day, he never broke his word to me.

So he will definitely come back, even if he is totally embarassed, seriously injured and disabled, I don't care.

Gradually, even the news stopped reporting this matter, and people's eyes were attracted by new things. Relatives were still sad, and others sang songs.

I went to Stuart's funeral. In the black-and-white photo frame, he smiled at the camera.

At that moment, I cried my eyes out, and my insides seemed to be dug out alive.

At that moment, I finally admitted in despair that Stuart was dying.

In this world, no one holds my hair and says with a frown, "Only I, shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the world, can't bear to accept you."