"We Chinese have an old saying: when things reach an extreme, they reverse; when misfortune reaches its limit, fortune returns. No matter how crushing the suffering, it will eventually pass. No matter how arduous the struggle, there will surely be a harvest."
Seeing that many of the wedding guests already had tears in their eyes, Li Ye knew it was time to turn things around. Otherwise, today's control of the atmosphere would go too far and become counterproductive.
The image on the giant screen shifted, and the high-spirited Pei Wencong appeared.
He wore sharply pressed trousers, a snow-white shirt, gleaming leather shoes, and a neatly side-parted haircut, standing in front of the University of Hong Kong gate looking every inch the respectable gentleman.
"When our bride was nine years old, her elder brother, Mr. Pei Wencong, finally graduated from university."
"He was a filial son. In the first year after graduating, he moved the family into a new home, transferred his sister to a new school, and cured Mother's long-standing back pain."
Photos of Pei Wencong's family began to cycle across the screen. The colors in them grew brighter and brighter, and the smiles on every face grew increasingly radiant.
Many guests in the hall unconsciously curled up their lips as gentle smiles quietly crept across their faces.
According to the Chinese belief that Heaven rewards diligence, those who suffered through hard work ought to receive generous rewards. The Pei Wencong family before their eyes was the most classic example.
Pei Wenhui received a certificate of merit in elementary school, Pei Wencong bought the first car of his life, and the whole family went traveling for the first time. Every one of these changes made people feel warm inside.
But just as everyone waited to see how the screen would