"Is the outside world really that complicated?"
"It’s far more complicated than this."
"But you’re only a few years older than ."
"Experience doesn’t necessarily correlate with age."
"So, with your experience, what would you do about a problem like mine?"
"What do you an ’do’? It’s your problem, not mine."
"You... Don’t you have any sympathy? I’m about to kill myself, and you can’t even offer a little comfort?"
"Alright, since you insist, I’ll give you so comfort, young man! When life brings you misfortune, never get despondent. Buck up, and believe that worse luck is still to co!
Embrace the hardships while you’re young, and that way, as you grow old, you’ll gradually beco accustod to them.
Isn’t that how the days slowly get better?"
"Are you sure that’s comforting?"
"What else? Aside from birth, aging, sickness, and death, there aren’t many truly important things in life.
It’s not worth looking troubled over the little things,
nor is there any need to squabble with petty people over trivial affairs.
No matter how heart-wrenchingly painful an experience is, look back at it after a few decades, and you’ll find it insignificant.
Just like looking down from this height, you see nothing but beautiful scenery, but if you look from the second floor, all you might see is trash.
If you stand at a different height, naturally, the things you see will also be different..."
"Bang!" "Wanwan! Where are you, Wanwan?!"
The door to the rooftop suddenly burst open with a bang, and the next mont, a middle-aged man with an anxious face rushed out from the stairway.
He then imdiately spotted the two people sitting on the edge of the rooftop.
"Wanwan!" The middle-aged man was both overjoyed and frantic when he saw the young man turn his head.
He didn’t have ti to wonder why there was an extra person on the scene.
"Wanwan! Don’t move! Daddy’s here, you can talk to Daddy about anything, please don’t do anything stupid!"
The middle-aged man stopped five or six ters away from the young man, not daring to co any closer, extending his hand nervously trying to calm the youth, as if afraid that any sudden stimulus might make him jump.
"Huff... Huff..." At this point, three more n ca running out of the stairwell, all panting.
Two of them were in security uniforms, and one was a young man with glasses, looking prim and proper.
"Zheng Wan, finally... finally tracked you down... please... please don’t act rashly! Let’s talk, okay?"
The young teacher said breathlessly.
"Dad!"
Zheng Wan stood up, to the fright of everyone present.
"Don’t, don’t, don’t! We won’t co closer, all right? Please don’t jump!"
The young man saw the guards’ terrified deanor and a trace of bitterness appeared on his face. He turned back to ng Lang and suddenly asked.
"You say stepping out would make a Lonely Brave, but if I turn back, am I a coward?"
ng Lang chuckled at the question.
"Of course!"
"Uh..." The young man was taken aback.
"So, you need to take a few more steps after turning around, and then you’ll discover... apart from distance, there’s nothing but more profound loneliness at farther reaches!"
The young man: "..."
It’s obviously toxic encouragent, yet why do I feel much more at ease after hearing it?
Have I gone bad?
After a short silence, he took a deep breath.
Then, under the surprised and bewildered gaze of everyone, he slowly turned around and step by step moved away from the edge of the rooftop...
...
"Thank you! Thank you, Mr. ng, if it weren’t for you today, I don’t know how I would face Wanwan’s deceased mother! I, Zheng Dalu, will rember this imnse favor in my heart!"
ng Lang observed the middle-aged man in front of him, who held his hand and bowed repeatedly with red eyes to express his gratitude.
With thick brows and big eyes, a broad forehead and thick lips, slightly dark skin, he looked like an honest and reliable farr, not at all like a scientific researcher.
So this is the target of my trip, huh...
"Mr. Zheng, there’s no need for this. I just happened to be passing by and chatted a few words with Zheng Wan. I simply spoke my mind.
"In my opinion, Zheng was just being impulsive at the mont, and after calming down, he would naturally realize that what he did was foolish."
"However, as for Zheng’s study environnt, you really should pay more attention to it."
"Sigh! Mr. ng, after Wanwan’s mother passed away, the child beca much more silent and withdrawn.
Lately... my work hasn’t been going well, I’ve been neglectful of Wanwan’s studies and life, and there’s even less communication and interaction between father and son. I’m to bla for what happened today!"
Zheng Dalu was full of self-reproach.
At this mont, his heart was filled only with fear.
If it weren’t for bumping into ng Lang today, and if Zheng Wan really went through with that irreversible foolish act...
The thought of that dreadful possibility almost drove Zheng Dalu to madness with regret.
"Professor Zheng, Zheng Wan, as the counselor, I too hold responsibility for not identifying the issues within the class at the earliest opportunity. I ask for your forgiveness."
The young teacher who caught up earlier turned out to be Zheng Wan’s counselor, and at this ti, he too was filled with fear, repeatedly apologizing to Zheng Dalu and his son.
Luckily, today’s incident was prevented.
Suzhou University is a prestigious institution in Su Province, and if a severe suicide incident occurred in one of the classes, it would definitely cause an extrely negative social impact.
Not to ntion the damage to the school’s reputation, as a counselor, it would likely be the end of the line for , and I could certainly forget about any hopes of staying at the school...
Thankfully, Zheng Wan is safe now, and there’s still a chance to redy things...
"Teacher Wu, there’s no need to call Professor Zheng, I’ve resigned and am no longer a professor at the university."
Zheng Dalu looked at Teacher Wu, his expression cold and angry.
Even the most patient person would struggle to contain their anger if their child encountered such an incident in their class. It was already rational not to lose my temper on the spot.
"Professor Zheng, rest assured, I will report this matter to the school for serious handling, and those who bullied will be punished severely! Give so ti, we will certainly give you and Zheng Wan a satisfactory explanation!"
Teacher Wu could not fail to hear the bla and anger in Zheng Dalu’s tone and imdiately expressed with sha that he would thoroughly investigate the matter!
Professor Zheng? Resigned?
ng Lang, however, picked up on an unusual hint from the conversation between the two.
"Mr. Zheng used to be a professor at Suzhou University?" ng Lang asked casually.
"Yes! I was a professor of genetics at the dical school, but I recently resigned due to so reasons, which is one of the reasons why I’ve been neglecting Wanwan..."
Zheng Dalu was filled with guilt.
So... it turned out this was a talented individual with a story...
Not only a professor at Suzhou University, but also just recently resigned...
It seed this individual was not only talented but presently in a professional transitional period, an opportune mont to step in?
Is that why I recomnded him, taking into account even the timing for recruitnt?
As for Zheng Dalu’s personal abilities... ng Lang never had any doubts.
The saying goes, "The road tests the strength of a horse, ti reveals a person’s heart." Whether he was a steed of a thousand miles, ti had already given the answer...
But there was no hurry right now.
Recruitnt of this sort, if done out of indebtedness, would appear inferior.
"Mr. Zheng, since everyone is alright, I’ll take my leave now, as a friend is waiting for ."
Zheng Dalu could not avoid another round of detainnt and thanks.
However, not long after ng Lang left, Zheng Wan, who had remained silent behind, suddenly ran up to him and gave him a deep bow.
"Mr. ng, thank you!"
ng Lang turned around and looked at the young man, who no longer had the eyes of a dead pool, and smiled.
"Thank for what? I was only ranting; those words were said to you but also to myself. Perhaps the one who should be thankful is ."
After all, the conversation seed to have inexplicably lifted his spirits a bit.
Maybe... spreading negativity does indeed help relieve stress?
"Really? Then I’d like to know, if beyond the distance there’s really nothing, how did Mr. ng manage to walk out of that loneliness?"
The young man asked eagerly.
How did I manage to walk out of that profound loneliness?
Well! That’s a thought-provoking question!
He patted the young man on the shoulder, showing a mischievous smile.
"People differ from one another, and my biggest difference from others,
is that even when I walk alone, I carry an army of a hundred thousand soldiers behind ..."
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