Biao Yang talks about his best friend, Ming Qu, at the Ying Wu and Ming Qu Memorial celebration on April 18 at the Shrine Auditorium. English and Chinese versions follow:
Good evening, everyone. My name is Biao Yang. Ming Qu is my best friend. We have known each other for six years.
Ming Qu. It has been six years since we became good friends. I can still clearly remember the moment when I first saw you. You were wearing a silly sporty suit. You walked into the dorm and introduced yourself, “Hey guys, My name is Ming Qu.” Yes, that was how we started our college life.
We went to class together, we ate together and we hung out together. I found that we had so much in common and we became best buddies. You told us that you were born in the countryside. You did not know anything about soccer or basketball until middle school. You hoped that you were just like anyone of us who got the chance to learn a lot of stuff. I told you: “It’s OK. I can teach you!” Ming, do you know that you were really not that good at those sports? But it does not matter at all. What matters was that we were together. But now, it will never be like that again.
Last Wednesday, some police officers came to our home and told me the bad news. I kept asking myself how that could happen? I just could not believe it. They told me you were in the hospital. I know you must have felt lonely there. Do you know how bad I wish I could be there with you? But the only thing I could do was stay at home and hope that it was not true, and that you would come back. Just the day before, we cooked together; we went back home together. How could I accept the fact that you were gone forever? I hoped that it was a mistake.
When I saw the news online, I knew I had to accept the fact. I could not make myself believe what happened. I tried to convince myself that you just went to campus. You would come back and eat dinner with me, and you would talk about funny stories that happened during the day, like what we always did. I was waiting and expecting you at home the whole day. But you never came back. What could I do? I lost you. What could I do? You were gone. My best friend. My dear brother.
The past seven days seemed incredibly long to me. I missed you every moment with great pain and hold my precious memories of you. I remembered that you said you planned to study abroad in the United States after graduation when we were juniors in college. And I had the same plan as well. So we began to prepare for GRE together. We studied in the new building of Beijing Hangtian University until midnight; we borrowed chairs from the teachers’ room to continue study even after the classrooms were closed. However, I changed my plan due to some personal reasons. I remember that what we talked about most at that time was our future – we felt sad for our coming farewell, and we regretted the fact that we could not fight for our goals together.
After graduation, you came to the U.S. while I chose to stay at Beijing Hangtian University. However, our friendship never changed. I often told you about my wish to experience different cultures. And you always told me how great USC was – with strong academics and sophisticated facilities. You encouraged me to come and to fight for our goals before we went back to China. I told you I would definitely come. But the deadline of registration for the GRE test in mainland China had passed when I decided to enroll in the spring. You immediately decided to accompany me to the Philippines to take the test. You grew up in the cold Northeastern area of China and you were naturally sensitive to the hot weather. Although you passed out due to the extremely hot weather in Philippines, you never complained.
Later, I got admission to USC and told you before anyone else about the news. Even though we were hundreds of miles away from each other, we had the same excitement for my admission. I was worried that my hurried preparation would make it difficult for me to adjust to living and studying in the U.S. However, you told me not to worry too much since you were here. You said you were looking for a place for us to stay and had a car already, which would give me more chances to go around L.A. instead of staying on campus and not going anywhere.
You once asked what kind of room I wanted to live in; I said anywhere is OK. So you found a very cheap single room for us to share. You always said we should save money that was earned by our parents’ hard work. The place we lived was fine. However, your parents could not help crying when they saw the place we lived. They never expected their son would live in such a humble place, and they felt so sorry for you for not making enough money to better support your study and life here. You once said you wanted to find a job soon to buy your parents whatever they wanted since you never bought anything for them before. But sometimes, you felt it was so hard to find a job. I said you would be able to find a job here for sure based on you ability. But the murderer deprived your chance of living and realizing our future goals. Our future is infinite, but time stops, your young life and all you have were deprived cruelly.
Your parents are here now. You once told me your parents were the most important people in your heart. You chatted with your mother every two days, talking to her about those little things in life. You even asked me to video chat with your father. I could feel your deep love for your parents. Do not worry. We will take care of your parents.
We will complete your goals that you were not able to realize. Take care of yourself in heaven. I hope we could still be good friends in another life.
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