"There are many divine signs in this world... Sometimes, before we do something foolish, fate has numerous ways to hint at us."
"I don’t know exactly what happened to Ding Dong, but today I suddenly became clear-headed, no longer crazed and hysterical. I think I have a mission. Consider it Ding Dong’s arrangement."
Everyone here believed that Ding Dong was a miracle, and Wen Xishu’s words also calmed everyone down.
"What do you want to know?"
Wen Xishu said, "I want to know about your pasts and how Ding Dong helped you."
"I always feel that Ding Dong must have left something behind, a thing that he trusted enough to venture out. It’s something that can protect us."
At this moment, Lele suddenly said,
"Big brother is telling the truth, hehehe, it’s the truth."
Lele was somewhat simple-minded, always with drool at the corners of his mouth. He couldn’t judge the truth of a person’s words, relying only on a pipe to judge.
That pipe was like Pinocchio’s nose, except that it didn’t grow longer when Lele lied. Lele never lied; it only grew longer when someone else lied.
"Lele, can you bring some chairs?"
"Sure, sure." Lele went running from room to room, bringing chairs.
After a short while, everyone had a chair to sit on, forming a circle which somewhat resembled a support group.
"Let’s start with... Mo Yuan."
Thanks to the high initial goodwill, Mo Yuan, Granny Wu, Lele, the chef Xiangyang, and the rider Lei Hongyi, finally decided to listen to "Plane" and tell their own stories, including how Ding Dong had influenced them.
Wen Xishu was also about to learn what kind of person the great inventor really was.
Mo Yuan began her story.
When she was a child, Mo Yuan’s parents worked far away and rarely accompanied her. She had always lived with her grandmother.
Her parents could only be seen during the New Year. After starting middle school, Mo Yuan gained the ability to take care of herself and began helping her grandmother with chores.
She was very sensible and grateful for her grandmother’s company. Her grandmother also told her stories from their time, when the pace of life was slower and there were romantic tales.
Mo Yuan listened with envy. At thirteen or fourteen, she had many wonderful fantasies about such things.
Her grandmother died when Mo Yuan was in the third year of middle school. Her parents returned, attended the funeral, and then enrolled Mo Yuan in a boarding school. They were indeed very busy. Mo Yuan didn’t blame them because many families were , with parents busy earning money outside.
She was an understanding girl, knowing her parents worked hard to earn money and understanding that her ability to study was a manifestation of their love.
But she was not good at studying.
Her grades were always poor, the kind of poor that doesn’t improve despite hard work. If someone constantly does things they aren’t good at in a suppressive and somewhat oppressive environment, their mindset will change.
It was also during this time that Mo Yuan fell in love with an older student from another school.
The process of this relationship wasn’t particularly noteworthy. For Mo Yuan, there had never been a half-hearted relationship in her life.
Early romance was bound to be stopped, and Mo Yuan, seeking encouragement and companionship, found that studying only brought her pressure...
So she loved passionately and wildly, always thinking that having one passionate love in her life was enough, just like the stories her grandmother told.
But the more she thought this way, the worse her grades became, forcing her parents to come back after getting a call from her teacher.
Her parents were very disappointed in her. They spoke of their hardships outside and how difficult it was to support her education...
This relationship naturally didn’t last. It wasn’t that Mo Yuan gave up, but the boy did, saying he wanted to focus on his studies.
Mo Yuan accepted it silently.
Later on, Mo Yuan went to university, an ordinary private university. There, she had another relationship, but again, there wasn’t much to say about it. The outcome was that Mo Yuan took the relationship seriously, but the boy had another girlfriend at a different school.
After learning the truth, Mo Yuan was naturally very sad. But she had always been someone who loved and hated decisively. She decisively broke up with her second boyfriend.
Mo Yuan missed her grandmother and wanted to ask her how she and her grandfather managed to stay together and always accompany each other.
At twenty-two, Mo Yuan started working and entered her third relationship.
This time, her boyfriend was a government employee. Though he wasn’t handsome, Mo Yuan’s parents liked him very much.
Because he was seven years older than Mo Yuan, he took good care of her.
Mo Yuan’s demands were always low, as long as someone was good to her it was enough.
This government employee never gave up on Mo Yuan, nor did he flirt around. He seemed honest and did every task Mo Yuan assigned well.
Working in the system also made him more adept in social matters compared to peers, providing many privileges to Mo Yuan’s parents.
They even reached the stage of discussing marriage, and her boyfriend successfully upgraded to fiancé.
But at this critical moment, Mo Yuan’s eyes... lost their sight. She went to several hospitals, but none could diagnose her. She only felt that her eyes hurt intensely, as if they would hurt at the touch of sunlight.