Chapter 176 - If You Were Deceived By Life (2/2)
“Sister…”
Lin Luoran pa.s.ses a plate of omelet to Luodong. She shushes him and points at the sky, “Look!”
Look…at what?
It’s like that the sky is torn open by light. Dark blue clouds are rolling. Beams of light starts to s.h.i.+ne through the clouds. The red glow of the sun gets brighter and brighter, warm and s.h.i.+ning— Luodong squints. He has never seen any sunrise as splendid as this.
Suddenly, the clouds float away. The dazzling light of the sun finally pours down from the sky!
Lin Luodong’s eyes are wide open. He is fascinated by the view.
Meanwhile, a strong wind comes. Clouds are gone. The mountain, the pine trees, and stones in strange shapes gleam under the sunlight. The view changes every time he blinks and it keeps getting prettier.
Lin Luodong can’t keep his eyes open in the light. He hears his sister talking by his side,
“You have to walk a long way in the rain in order to enjoy the beautiful sunrise; you have to carry all the materials and equipment up here so as to have the delicious breakfast… In life, there will be no sweet without sweat, and all the sweat will make the sweet memorable. Other people may share your previous hard life, but they are not so lucky as you are. Luodong, life used to treat you badly. But from now on, you will be rewarded for the hards.h.i.+p you’ve been through…”
Though she has prepared for the speech, Lin Luoran feels that she is being inarticulate.
In fact, Luodong is smarter than his peer even he is shy and autistic. He fully understands what his sister is trying to say.
He was homeless and he used to be beaten up. No one could imagine what he had really been through. He weaved a coc.o.o.n in his heart to protect himself. No one ever asked about his life before being adopted by the Lin family.
This is his scar. Lin Luoran just opened it gently. Out of his expectation, Luodong doesn’t feel hurtful. Instead, his heart becomes soft.
Later, Lin Luoran hears that Luodong is weeping. She turns around and looks Luodong in the eye. Luodong’s eyes are clear as a spring.
Tears wash the sadness out of Luodong’s eyes. His eyes are s.h.i.+ning like crystals.
Will Luodong be different? — Lin Luoran is looking forward to his change. She has done everything she can to help him.
Light pours down on her face through the branches of the pine tree. On the top of Mount Hua and under the old pine tree, Lin Luoran looks like a fairy who has just come here from heaven—
Some tourists notice the beauty under the pine tree. They keep looking at her.
Several students, who have been arguing along the way, finally reach the peak. The boy walking in the front says gently but he can’t hide his dissatisfaction, “Pei Yuan, I told you that everything would be fine. You see? The rain has stopped… All of us actually missed the sunrise because of you…”
Zhang Shuming holds his anger inside in order to maintain his image. Xia Bingyan’s roommates are being much meaner,
“Pei Yuan, have you become paranoid because of the fairy? How could we miss the sunrise if you hadn’t held us back when it rained? It’s such a shame! Maybe I don’t have another chance to be here in my life!”
One of Zhang’s followers laughs, “Pei Yuan, did you draw that picture or photoshop it?”
“Ha-ha, stop making fun of Pei Yuan!”
The man who is telling everyone to stop is also laughing. Xia Bingyan frowns. Why is Pei Yuan so stubborn? Whatever. He lied in the first place. There is no point of feeling sorry for him… Suddenly, Xia notices that Pei Yuan is looking at the other way.
Xia looks at the same direction as Pei. There is a stone which seems to be the best spot to watch the sunrise. An old and tall pine tree grows by the cliff. Under the tree, there is a tent. Gentle light of the sun is s.h.i.+ning on a woman under the tree.
Though the woman is not in ancient costume and there is no golden hawk around, she looks exactly like the woman in the picture that Pei Yuan posted…
Xia Bingyan squints. Her friends all look to the same direction and see the woman like a fairy—
She looks so familiar!
Pei Yuan, who is bullied during the trip, has tears in his eyes. At this moment, the boy who works as a director during holidays and is glib-tongued in Xia Bingyan’s eyes, thinks of a famous poem of Pushkin,
If by life you were deceived,
Don’t be dismal, don’t be wild!
In the day of grief, be mild:
Merry days will come, believe.