Wandering in the vast darkness

Chapter 78 Pointy and Flat

There were two girls, one named Jianjian, the one sitting in the back row. Yu Wenhao asked her why she had that name, and the girl leaned closer, tapping her chin with her finger, and told Yu Wenhao:

"What does this place look like to me?"

Yu Wenhao immediately thought of an object, but he was too embarrassed to say it and just smiled.

The girl was very frank. She said, "I had my chin done. I think there's something wrong with me now."

"You're already sick," the girl in the passenger seat snorted.

Jianjian ignored her and continued talking to Yu Wenhao:

"I used to have a round, chubby chin, but I envied people with pointed chins. I've envied them since I was little. Every time I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt that my chin wasn't pointed or upturned enough, so I got it done. After the surgery, I still felt it wasn't pointed or upturned enough, so I got it done again. I had it done several times before I got it like this now."

"This guy is such a pain in the neck, he's spent all his money on his chin. What's the use of just having a sharp and upturned chin? You might as well get your nose augmented, your breasts augmented, and your butt augmented," said the girl in the passenger seat.

Yu Wenhao couldn't help but laugh, thinking that these two girls were quite direct and their language was quite fresh. Yu Wenhao really didn't know what "fork in the road" meant.

"Okay, I agree," Bianbian said.

Whether it's the donation or the care Qianqian has given him in various ways, it's all out of kindness and goodwill from his workplace and from Director Qu's side. Yu Wenhao knows that he can refuse or resist in his heart, but he wouldn't be so tactless as to question Director Qu or those two reporters over something like this.

"Why are you called Bianbian?"

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore!" Yu Wen laughed so hard he almost choked.

This is also why Yu Wenhao refused to accept donations from his colleagues.

"I'm not saying this to elicit sympathy or to say how unfortunate I am. I'm saying that happiness isn't everything in life. Life is about being down-to-earth and doing everything you should do, instead of making empty promises and deceiving yourself with them."

Yu greeted everyone and started the car, and the live stream resumed. Bianbian waved to the camera and said:

Everyone reached a consensus. Yu Wenhao took the phone with the driver's app installed from the shelf in front of him, plugged in Bianbian's phone, and turned it so that the camera could capture both him and Bianbian in the shot. Bianbian also needed to move as close to Yu Wenhao as possible.

"You could say that," Yu Wenhao nodded.

Bianbian was responsible for chatting with Yu Wenhao or doing all sorts of funny things, while Jianjian held the phone and was responsible for managing things in the live stream from behind, as well as relaying the fans' requests to Yu Wenhao and Bianbian.

"I have no thoughts," Yu Wenhao said. "For me, it's still noon."

"I'm simple, straightforward, and yellow. My pockets are flat, my belly is flat, and my chest is flat. What else would I call myself if not Flat?" Flat said.

Yu Wenhao said, "I get off work at two or three o'clock every day, which feels very late, but at this time, the sanitation workers are already sweeping the streets. Do you think it's early or late for them? Go ask them if they feel happy."

"That's enough. You can stick your chin into the bowl and scoop out a spoonful of soup. You tilt your head back and feed yourself the soup with your chin," said the girl in the passenger seat.

The two reporters didn't ask about this during their interviews. If they had, Yu Wenhao would definitely have stopped them. The two reporters already knew about Yu Wenhao's daughter's illness; the group had even launched a fundraising campaign for Qianqian, and they had donated at that time. They knew this without even asking; they simply included it in their writing.

Yu Wenhao laughed heartily. There was no need to ask any further questions; he already knew why Jianjian was called Jianjian.

"Everyone's crying." Jianjian exclaimed, looking at her phone.

Yu Wenhao didn't like talking about Qianqian's illness with others, except for Professor Zheng, or people like San San, Er Mao, and Meng Zhen, who were very familiar with him and like family. Qianqian wasn't an actress, much less a tool; she was his and Cao Fang's daughter. Her illness and her treatment were their responsibility as parents, and it had little to do with anyone else.

Even when Qianqian is sick, she still has her dignity. This is evident in how, even when she's in pain, she doesn't cry out loud like many children; she just endures it silently. Deep down, she longs to be a healthy person, a child who can go to school. Even if that's impossible in reality, she tries to appear healthy.

Yu Wenhao felt that he had to respect Qianqian on this point, that is, he couldn't see her as a burden or a problem that required everyone's help to solve.

There's a saying, "Pursue happiness." Why should we pursue happiness? It's because it's rare, which is why people pursue it and why it's worth pursuing. Just like men pursuing women and women pursuing men, it requires you to treat it seriously and sincerely. If you feel happy every day, every moment, I think you're either living at the top of a pyramid or living on the evening news.

"And you?" Yu asked Jianjian, who shook her head.

Yu Wenhao said, "It's my daily routine to get off work at two or three o'clock. It's still early before I get off work, so what else could it be but noon?"

"It's pretentious to say it's not hard, but in this city, who isn't living a hard life? Hangzhou is known as the city with the highest sense of happiness in the country, but this kind of happiness probably only exists in a minority of people. Do you feel happy?" Yu Wenhao asked.

"Still noon? What does that mean?" Bianbian asked.

Bianbian said, "I know, you don't want to play the victim."

"What do you want? Tell me." Bianbian raised her chin.

Yu Wenhao continued, "Of those watching the live stream right now, how many of them truly feel happy?"

The girl in the passenger seat was named Bianbian. It was quite unusual for a girl to be named Bianbian instead of Wenwen, Qianqian, or Qingqing. Yu Wenhao asked curiously:

"Yes, yes, it's still the kind of soup spoon with a pointed bottom," Jianjian said.

Today's report mentioned Qianqian's illness, which made Yu Wenhao very angry, but in front of Cao Fang, at home, and especially in front of Qianqian, he tried his best to downplay the matter.

"That means during conversations, you can't mention my daughter's illness at all, not even a single word about my daughter, okay?"

"Wow, you don't get off work until two or three o'clock. Master Yu, you work too hard."

It's uncertain whether the completed report has even been shown to General Manager Qu, let alone Yu Wenhao. Yu Wenhao knows that even if they did show it to General Manager Qu, he would approve of what they wrote. Otherwise, it's not good for your company's employees to be so openly engaged in a second job outside, even if it's not illegal or against regulations. But in Yu Wenhao's case, it's known everywhere.

"There's another possibility: you're just laughing mindlessly, and your judgment is flawed."

After laughing, Yu Wenhao and Jianjian Bianbian said, "You can chat with me during your live stream, but I have one condition that you must agree to, or you'll have to get off the bus."

"Hi everyone, we're back. Jianjian and I are in Master Yu's car right now, driving through Hangzhou at around 11 PM, which is midnight. Master Yu, it's quite a while since you're still driving around at this hour. What are your thoughts?"

Bianbian shook his head.