Even if forgotten by the whole world, you still hope someone remembers, right...

Although I don't know what kind of role I play in the lives of others one by one.

But as I walk this path, isn't it just like being a "curtain puller," slowly unveiling the other's mysterious veil?

Hmm... this feeling...

It's inexplicably a bit like having a long-distance relationship?

Driven by this strange feeling, Meng Lang found an expert in the field the next day...

...

"Are you saying, their character is unknown, hobbies unknown.

The only known intelligence is, they're young but experienced, possibly specializing in biology, and likely to have a weak moral concept..."

"Yes! Mr. Duan, you're a friend to women, help me analyze this." Meng Lang looked earnestly eager.

Duan Xian looked helpless.

"I say, Meng Lang, even when the police do a suspect profile sketch, they need accurate correlative descriptions.

You're piecing together so much unrelated stuff and adding so many uncertain predicates, are you sure you're here for my analysis, and not for me to read your fortune?"

"If it was fortune-telling, I wouldn't need to come to you... Oh, right! There is one definite piece of information!"

"What?"

"She definitely, like me, sees money as dirt!"

Duan Xian: "..."

When it comes to valuing our friendship, I never saw you treat money as dirt?

Suppressing the urge to kick him out, Duan Xian rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"Since you don't know her character or hobbies, you can only analyze her behavior; you should at least know that, right?"

Hmm... behavior?

Like how she created a gene adjuster sister?

But that's too sci-fi; I better not scare him with that.

"Hmm... she gave me her most precious thing, does that count?"

Duan Xian's eyes widened immediately.

Seeing his expression, he immediately realized he misunderstood.

"I mean object, object! The most precious object!" Meng Lang gestured a square shape with his hands.

"What precious object? Is it valuable?"

"That simply can't be measured by value."

Duan Xian looked peculiar.

"Are you two very familiar with each other?"

"Not familiar in the way you're thinking... For some special reason, she knows me very well, but I know very little about her."

"Uh... so the other party is love-struck?"

"Love-struck? What do you mean?"

"According to you, you two basically communicate from afar, and she can still give you her most precious thing, how love-struck must she be!

You just said she's young, so there you go!

Being love-struck is a particular dependency on someone during a certain period. By the way, is her original family unhappy?"

"Eh? How did you know?"

"That makes sense, the less love she receives in her family, the more she'll seek dependency outside.

The younger the age, the more innocent the mind, the stronger this sense of dependency becomes, like leaving a particularly deep impression on a 'childhood sweetheart.'

"Hmm..."

Thinking of that old photo, Meng Lang pondered.

"But she is rich in life experience, I mean... very rich, could she still be love-struck?"

"Who said being rich in experience means one can't be love-struck?"

Mr. Duan raised a finger.

"A person's character largely determines their behavior patterns.

And character is hard to change with increasing experience.

Take you for example, even if the questions you're asking seem like a player, I wouldn't really think you're a player.

Because character determines fate, no matter how rich your experience gets, you won't become a player, get it?"

Meng Lang stroked his chin.

Character... determines fate...

Yes! That sentence couldn't be more accurate.

Looking back at his own life experiences.

Because he was too naive, he had his "A Miserable Life."

Because he had principles, he never played with emotions.

Because he had respect for life, he never killed indiscriminately.

And because he valued relationships, he couldn't betray others, so whenever he started something, it rarely ended well...

Not going far, just speaking of this time.

If not for his moral restraint, the plan for Xiao Yu's younger sister wasn't implemented in time, this life's ending would remain unknown...

[Actually, each of us.

Is both the mystery of existence and the answer to that mystery...]

Recalling the conclusion on life from the book.

Perhaps this phrase is not just about "Lin Haitang"... but also about himself?

Do you desire wealth and can you get past your mind to take "ill-gotten gains"?

Do you envy high-ranking officials sitting high above, but can you step upwards unscrupulously?

A hero can be admired as a respected hero, but cannot become a ruthless king.

To this day, think of Xiang Yu, not willing to cross Jiangdong!

After all, a person's tragic fate is actually the tragedy of their character...

Every analysis of fate is an analysis of oneself...

"Ring ring~" Just then, a bell rang.

Duan Xian glanced at his phone and answered the call.

"Hello? Sister Yingying... What? A concert? How could I not like it, I love symphonies...

Great! Great! I'll definitely be there on time in the evening! Hmm... hmm! See you there!"

Hanging up the phone, Meng Lang across from him looked peculiar.

"Since when did you like symphonies? Didn't you say back in college you hated those posers?"

"It's for socializing, don't mind such small details... Right, where were we just now?"

"Character determines fate."

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