So people always complain that among 1.4 billion people, they can’t find the right one; however, even when there are only four options in a multiple-choice question, the underachievers still can’t find the right answer.
In the end, hard work is necessary, but it also requires the right approach, otherwise it will backfire.
So what we should despise is not the dog, but rather the way it licks!"
ng Lang, as if enlightened, nodded his head.
"You are truly Mr. Duan, listening to your talk is better than reading ten books! This way, we should be able to take fewer detours, right?"
We?
However, Duan Xian shook his head, his gaze taking on an inexplicable touch of vicissitude.
"Taking detours is inevitable, even for . Haven’t I taken many myself?
I too have had regrets, but love isn’t ti travel. Everyone wishes to go back to the beginning, but no one can do it.
Life doesn’t have dress rehearsals; every day is a live broadcast..."
ng Lang looked at Duan Xian with a hint of surprise.
This was a Duan Xian with stories to tell; it was just unfortunate that there was no alcohol at the mont.
"Thank you, Mr. Duan, I think I kind of understand!" ng Lang checked the ti and stood up to walk out.
"Hey! Where are you going?"
"To the dress rehearsal!"
"Uh..."
...
Sitting in the back of the cab, ng Lang took out the book he had with him.
Other people’s lives may be live broadcasts, but my life... can really have dress rehearsals!
Embracing the results of his learning, full of hope for a beautiful future life, ng Lang couldn’t wait to look towards his own future...
The cyan-grey cover looked sowhat oppressive, but the title on the cover made ng Lang’s heart chill.
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Uh...
Still so stimulating right from the start?
Don’t panic! It’s just taking things out of context, that’s standard practice... right?
With a tinge of trepidation, he flipped open the book.
[Everyone is actually a whole, and the misfortune of others is your misfortune. Do not think the bell tolls for soone else, it tolls for you.
Society is a bus, with everyone on board. When one person faces misfortune, the next could be you.
Therefore, never be indifferent to the misfortune and suffering of others, because in the face of an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent...
On April 2, 2018, I calmly accepted my fate of charging towards the future.
Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, we still need to dress appropriately, keep a level mind; this is a life attitude.
I should feel fortunate that my end is still far off, so distant that it’s enough for to ponder how I want to spend this life...
Without feeling lost or resentful, perhaps we have already prepared ourselves for this ntality before.
After all... life is like making a phone call, it’s either you hang up first or I do.
Maybe it’s a change in mindset, or perhaps knowing that life is short, because of this bitterness and brevity, I started non-stop, single-mindedly...
The dinner that night was delicious, under the dim candlelight, I made a bold decision that even I found unbelievable!
Mourning is too simple, still loving life despite everything is what’s really cool, isn’t it?
So, I chose a life path starkly different from my previous senior.
I started to sweat, to spark inspiration, decided to live in the mont, and to cherish every minute and second I had left.
However... it seems to have had the opposite effect?
Mr. Duan led astray!
The next day I moved house, and the new ho was very satisfying. I began eagerly planning the rest of my life.
However, I first received a call from Wang Zhao Ping.
I thought he was calling to ask for news, but unexpectedly he started inquiring about my relationship with Lu Kexin.
Then, from him, I received a shocking piece of news...
Lu Kexin... had died?!
Without a mirror, I didn’t know what kind of expression I had when I heard the news.
Indifferent? Sorrowful? Grieved?
One corpse, two lives lost!
Although this was a person with whom I had only t twice, it wasn’t my place to lose my composure, but I still felt inexplicably angry.
The body was found in an unfinished building on the outskirts.
According to the autopsy, the victim was killed around midnight, and the cause of death was asphyxiation.
Besides the fatal strangulation marks on the neck, there was a bruise on the forehead, apparently knocked out before being taken to the location of the cri, and then murdered.
According to communication investigations, at 10pm on the 2nd, Lu Kexin received a call from a stranger, went out late at night, and thereafter her whereabouts were unknown.
The police were investigating, but even if they caught the murderer, the deceased was gone.
The death knell had already been tolling for a long ti...
I, feeling troubled in my heart, confided this incident to Yan Weiwei and Lin Haitang under the influence of alcohol.
However, for so reason, they looked at strangely, but after that, I lost consciousness...
Upon waking, I was astonished to find that Yan Weiwei’s attitude towards had subtly changed, but I didn’t know what had caused it.
However, there was no ti to figure it out, as I said a brief farewell to them, for the Tomb-Sweeping Day had arrived.
On April 4th, I began my journey ho for ancestral worship.
Due to my fear of flying, I chose a safer route of taking a high-speed train and then a bus back to my hotown.
With a suitcase full of gifts, the joy of heading ho slightly diminished the inexplicable sorrow brought by Lu Kexin’s death.
Oddly enough, Yan Weiwei took the initiative to see off at the station.
Before leaving, she told in a very rare and shy manner that there was sothing she wanted to tell when I returned, a look in her eyes that gave a strange sense of déjà vu.
I don’t understand why can’t she just tell now?
But I vaguely sensed the change in Yan Weiwei’s attitude and the anomaly in her expression over the past two days.
With so doubts in my mind, what had I done to inadvertently hit a snag? The original script was surely not ant to develop like this.
Anyway, as an ordinary person, pondering the mysteries hidden in the long river of ti has beco aningless to my life.
Thanks to Yan Weiwei’s Porsche 911, I changed my ticket and took an earlier train.
The journey across half of Country Hua wasn’t long; technology has made the world smaller, yet lengthy was the rugged mountain road after getting off the high-speed train.
I sat dozing in the shaking bus when, faintly, a bustle of argunt reached my ears.
Opening my eyes, I saw a woman in a grey cloth dress up front arguing about sothing with the driver.
I didn’t understand what was happening, nor did I feel like ddling.
Like most people in the bus, I watched the situation unfold with a spectator’s interest.
Among the passengers, there was a mother with her child, villagers on their way to the market, rchants conducting business, and fellow travelers like , returning ho for ancestral worship.
Listening in, I roughly grasped the gist of the situation.
The woman had overslept and missed her stop. Upon waking, she blad the driver for not announcing the stops, which led her on a fruitless journey, demanding the driver take responsibility and return her to her intended stop.
Given the obviously unreasonable request, the driver naturally shook his head in refusal.
Thus, the argunt escalated into a scuffle.
From the increasingly large swaying of the bus, so of us finally realized the gravity of the situation.
I looked out the window to see the steep mountain roads below, the turbulent river, and the endless abyss...
"Stop it!"
At last, passengers near the driver stood up to intervene, but alas, it was a step too late.
Following an angry retaliation from the driver, the steering wheel went out of control, and the whole bus made a sharp left turn, crashing into the fragile guardrails at the roadside.
"Bang!"
After a deafening roar, I felt my whole body begin to float uncontrollably upwards, followed by a whirlwind of confusion.
In the last mont of my consciousness, all I could see were the turbulent waters, and all I could hear were cries of helplessness.
n’s, won’s, and children’s...
The death knell tolled for her, for , and for everyone...
In a daze, the image of Yan Weiwei’s gentle bow at the station before this journey flashed through my mind...
Oh, my life.
"Passionate since ancient tis, leaving only empty regrets,
Dreams are easily awakened at their sweetest,
No more days of reunion after this farewell,
Alone I endure through the spring and autumn..."
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