Chapter 143: The Story

Yu Hang's response won a wave of applause, and many netizens showered him with adoration.
A true man, a genuine fellow.
Ji Fu was quite satisfied; this was precisely the effect she wanted.
"The netizens' second question: What is your favorite quote?"
The netizens' question turned out to be rather literary.
The reporter handed the microphone to Yu Hang first. Yu Hang paused for a moment and thought, "What you currently possess is the best."
"Is there a story behind this?"
"Yes! My family life hasn't been particularly harmonious. My living expenses and tuition fees were earned through the back-breaking labor and extreme thrift of my grandparents. I used to always feel that the world was terribly unfair to me. Other kids could enjoy the love and care of their parents, while I had to grow up day after day amidst my parents' endless quarrels. My grandparents are already so old, yet they still worry about my future." At this point, the rims of Yu Hang's eyes turned red.
Many people online typed messages to encourage him.
"Stay strong, Yu Hang!"
"We support you, Yu Hang!"
Yu Hang continued, "Later on, I discovered that life actually isn't that terrible. Along my path of growth, I've had wonderful close friends by my side. Whenever I felt trapped in a desperate situation, new opportunities awaited me. I started signing contracts and earning money quite early—though it's not much, it's enough to support myself. All of this makes me feel truly content."
"I once had a very good brother who passed away early due to illness. We both used to share a deep passion for basketball, but he will never again have the chance to touch a basketball. This fills me with regret and sorrow, yet it also makes me feel fortunate. At the very least, I am still alive and healthy, and I still have the time and possibilities to accomplish many things..."
Yu Hang spoke in a steady, flowing stream, recounting his own story.
The simultaneous online viewer count had already broken one hundred thousand. They were frantically flooding the live comment section, cheering Yu Hang on.
Everyone has undoubtedly complained at some point: Why isn't my dad Jack Ma or Wang Jianlin? Why am I so handsome yet suffering from hair loss? Why is that person so unfortunate-looking yet blessed with a full head of thick hair? The world can certainly be disheartening at times.
Yet Yu Hang used his own lived experience to tell everyone that what we have right now might just be the best. Therefore, cherish the present!
Watching the netizens frantically flood the comment section and seeing the viewer count climb higher and higher, Ji Fu was immensely pleased with the interview's outcome. The sensational impact of this broadcast had already exceeded all expectations.
After wrapping up Yu Hang's segment, the reporter raised the microphone toward Ming Han once again, asking, "May I ask what your favorite quote is?"
Ming Han pondered for a long time before replying, "It would probably be 'Just smile, there's no hurdle too high to clear'!"
"Is there a story behind that as well?"
Ming Han nodded and smiled, saying, "I came to understand this from a little kid who called himself Brother Hei."
The reporter looked slightly puzzled. "Is Brother Hei his name?"
Ming Han shook his head. "No. He was the leader of that pack of little rascals, and they all called him Brother Hei."
At the mention of this, Ming Han couldn't help but smile involuntarily.
Little Hei, how are you doing now?
"He must have been a very optimistic child, right?"
"Yes! To him, nothing could ever stop him from staying happy."
"What was your relationship with him, then?"
"He was my student, and also my younger brother in black, because he called me Brother Han," Ming Han said very earnestly.
The image of that little boy floated up in his mind—the little boy who was always worrying about his beloved Brother Han's lifelong happiness.
"What an adorable child," the reporter said with a smile. "Could you share a bit more about Little Hei?"
"He was a child I met while volunteering to teach in the mountains. He was very mischievous, and he would always look at me with utter disdain and complain, 'Brother Han, how are you still single? Teacher Su is so pretty, yet you haven't made a move. I'm so upset.' He would always boast to me about the girlfriends he used to have—one named Xiao Jia, and another named Xiao Li. And the little girl he liked the most was called Xiao Hong," Ming Han rambled on.
In interviews, it is typically taboo for guests to go off on aimless, meandering tangents. But this time, the reporter did not interrupt Ming Han.
"He was only ten years old, yet he suffered from congenital heart disease. Because they couldn't scrape together the surgical fees, his parents had already prepared to give up on his treatment. When I went to see him, he didn't show a shred of fear or sadness. He simply smiled as he analyzed with me how well-suited he and Xiao Hong were, hoping I could put in a good word for him with Xiao Hong's older brother."
Ming Han hadn't even realized that his face was already covered in tears.
Many young women listening to Ming Han's narration were already sobbing uncontrollably behind their computer screens.
"If only I had a lot of money. But how utterly useless I was—merely an impotent passerby, watching a lovely child's life slowly slip away while being completely powerless to do anything. I was terrified of returning to that place because I was afraid I wouldn't be able to see that child anymore. On the very day I left the school, that child still told me to keep my chin up and work hard to chase after his favorite Teacher Su, haha..."
"Every time I catch myself starting to feel sorry for Little Hei, I realize: Damn it, Little Hei isn't even sad, and he lives his life with more optimism than anyone else. If I sit here wallowing in useless sorrow, wouldn't that bring shame upon my younger brother in black?"...
This was a very strange interview. Two basketball rising stars hadn't discussed basketball at all; instead, they had both spent their time recounting two very ordinary stories.
Yet within a single day, this video swept across the internet like wildfire, leaving countless people in tears after watching it.
An independent crowdfunding campaign was spontaneously launched online: Don't let Brother Hei go!
Many netizens were simply ordinary students, yet they dug out one yuan, two yuan.
Every little bit adds up!
When the initiator of the crowdfunding campaign finally tracked down Ming Han through all sorts of efforts, the total amount of donations in hand had already reached fifty thousand yuan.
"Ming Han, let's bring Little Hei to the county town for medical treatment! The subsequent surgical fees are already being prepared."
Ming Han was overwhelmed with excitement. Was this the formidable power of the internet that people used to fear?
People who didn't know one another at all had been linked together, bound purely by a shred of trust and a heart full of compassion, uniting nearly ten thousand strangers as one.
This matter even caught the attention of official state media, and they were deeply moved by this story of positive social energy.
They reported on the incident, sparking a massive reaction throughout society.
The remittance amounts grew larger and larger. After many adults joined in, the total quickly surpassed two hundred thousand.
The money was enough!
Little Hei was saved!
Deep in the mountains, the village chief was in the middle of a meal.
He received a phone call from Ming Han.
Ming Han briefly explained the course of events and said excitedly, "Quickly send Little Hei to the county town."
Tears of age welled up in the village chief's eyes as he choked out, "Good, good, good..."
Everything went smoothly. Little Hei entered the city, was admitted to the hospital, and preparations for the surgery began.
Right before the anesthesia took effect, Little Hei tightly grabbed Ming Han's hand. "Brother Han, if I die, remember to burn your wedding photo for me."
What did a young child know? They had only ever seen this kind of scene on television: a dying patient lying in bed, tightly gripping the hand of the person they trusted most to impart their final dying wishes.
Little Hei thought he was going to die!
Ming Han stroked Little Hei's forehead and said, "When you get better, I'll take you to the largest children's palace in our city. The girls there dance in pretty dresses, and they are especially adorable."
Little Hei's eyes lit up, and he nodded heavily...