I was at work that day.
Song Xiaotian, Yi Yang, and I were sitting in the office, cracking sunflower seeds.
It was the slow season, so we weren't busy.
When things were quiet, we had to let nature take its course. Given our line of work, praying for better business when things were slow would have been immoral.
Besides, heaven decided when people died, and even when someone died, their family wouldn't necessarily sell their house.
We sat in the office, watching the same phone. It was playing a speech Du Yunting was giving at a university.
Ever since Lü Zhengxian had swapped lives and become Du Yunting, the things he did had always been baffling.
I wondered whether there might have been something wrong with the original Du Yunting's brain.
Someone like Lü Zhengxian, with the blood of countless people on his hands, had actually gone to a university to give a speech. The kicker was that the words coming out of his mouth were encouraging people to do good.
He sat in his wheelchair before thousands of students, passionately sharing his reflections on life.
"A lot of people have been talking about me lately. They say I've devoted myself to charity and donated to so many people in need, so why did I suffer this misfortune, going from an able-bodied person to someone confined to this wheelchair?"
"What I really want to say is that someone who genuinely wants to do good asks for nothing in return."
"Many people don't know that I'm a Buddhist. And what does Buddhism teach? It teaches about past and present lives. Perhaps it's inappropriate to discuss this on an occasion like today's, since all of you are receiving higher education and are staunch materialists."
"But I want to explain a fact to