My name is Ling Yue, a scientific researcher from another world.

I once asked my teacher why he gave me the name Lingyue. The teacher got very angry at that time, and I never asked again.

When I grew up, I realized that my name was the light in the mausoleum, and no one expected it.

In 1957, I was reborn. I don’t know if it was rebirth or time travel, but in my world I was definitely dead.

Currently, I am in the body of the daughter of a patriotic scientist from the Dragon Kingdom. This little girl is small, only 1.55 meters tall, like a child.

I accepted the memory and realized that the moon also represents homesickness, which is a good omen.

I started to get curious, so even though I knew something was wrong with Number Seven, I still didn't point it out.

What shocked me the most was the man standing on the dock, who was clearly able to walk.

If it were me, I would leave without hesitation. After all, nothing is more important than my life.

On the boat, those scientists tried to amuse me like a child. I felt so silly. I admit that I am a heartless person.

After a long, long time, crossing the sea and approaching the port, I finally arrived at the place that people miss their hometown even when they die.

But it looked terrible, with dilapidated houses and run-down roads, and people in tattered clothes walking on them.

Is this the place those two were thinking of? Could they have traveled through time again?

I was still confused until I was received by the leader. Of course, it might also be that I didn’t want to speak, after all, I couldn’t understand what was being said.

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make; the less you talk, the better. I think I was quite successful in playing the role of Ling's father's daughter.

But I didn't expect that Uncle Zhou would see through it. Although he didn't say it out loud, I knew he had guessed it.

Hey, why does this guy look so smart?

It was not until I moved into the Begonia Courtyard that I gradually realized that there was someone in this world who I could miss.

Under my elder sister's pressure, I learned the word "repay", but why were they not as happy as I imagined when I took out the washing machine?

I looked at the washing machine I made in front of me in confusion. Maybe I was too stupid and couldn't even deliver things.

It wasn't until Uncle Zhou said he wanted to give this thing to the Chinese Academy of Sciences for research that I realized it wasn't that they didn't like it, but that they wanted to "let others have it too."

I wanted to hide my heartless thoughts, so I gave the research drawings as a joke and kept the washing machine, but I rarely used it because every time I used it, I would be reminded of my poor acting skills and selfish thoughts.

Finally, the review was passed and I can do the research I like, but why do I feel empty inside while being happy?

Maybe I fell in love with this cozy little courtyard, but I still went there because I wanted to see what the Dragon Kingdom they talked about was like.

The first time she met Ling's father's good friend Qian Zilin, he was very handsome and had a round face like her.

But I don’t understand why he was obviously very sad but kept holding it in. He really should cry because he lost his best friend.

It was not until later that I realized that people cannot cry when they are extremely sad. I was just like that with Mr. Zhu. I felt very sad, but I couldn't shed a single tear.

At the research institute, I came up with one project plan after another. Seeing their shocked expressions, my vanity gradually grew. I began to get angry when others did not do as I wished, and it became more and more frequent, and I became more and more tired.

Maybe Uncle Qian found out, so he started to let me go and let me complete the project on my own.

Gradually, I discovered that I was really not suitable for being a leader. Without Uncle Qian, I was nothing and I couldn't handle these trivial matters in life.

I'm not as omnipotent as I thought I was, and that frustrates me greatly.

So, I learned to rely on others, relying on Uncle Qian in life and relying on Uncle Zhou who cleared obstacles for me at work.

Gradually, the research was on the right track and my plans were slowly realized. Jiefang, Qinglong, computers, radars, optical cables, and atomic bombs were realized step by step before my eyes, but I no longer had the thought of "satisfaction".

Because I found that this is not enough, it is too little.

Ambassador Li is not strong enough to stand tall in the international arena, nor is Xiangzhong able to sleep well in China.

I began to stop doing things myself. I just had to hand over the project plan and the many scientists at the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Fifth Academy would do a good job.

When I discovered this phenomenon, I was happy. This time I didn't feel any loss because I had already decided to leave.

Yes, Uncle Zhou’s condition is more serious than I imagined, but I can save him.

What's the price to pay? Longguo can lose a scientific researcher, but it can't lose Comrade Xiangzhong.

I first moved Ling's father and mother back to Nanjing. Before they died, they were thinking about the moon in their hometown. Now they can always see it.

I handed them the medal I had just received and told them that I had not brought shame to them.

I arranged all the projects on hand, inspected the completed scientific research, and then began to retreat.

I want to leave more things for future generations to read and study.

One year, two years, and eight years passed like this. It was too late. I had to stop what I was doing and find something to save Uncle Zhou.

Because I don't know how to do it anyway and can only learn it bit by bit, so I have to set aside enough time.

Fortunately, the result was good. I caught up and did not experience the helplessness that Mr. Zhu experienced again.

But when I was writing my suicide note, I didn't know what to write. I picked up the pen and started writing again and again, and I bit the pen tip to pieces, but I still couldn't write a single word.

Finally, I thought about answering Uncle Zhou’s guess, so I wrote - I am Ling Yue, a despicable light thief.

I stole the light that should have belonged to the little girl, but now I am Ling Yue, so how can I say that it is not mine?

When he fell down, I saw the doctor, Zhang Jia, Wang Jianguo, and Tang Nancheng all surrounding him.

The eldest sister is not here. Yes, the eldest sister went to cook for her.

I don’t know if she will cry, I think she will. But Uncle Zhou is here, so I’m not worried.

I moved my fingers and wanted to touch the envelope from my pocket. Inside, there was a photo of the three of us, the only one, but I was too tired.

Forget it. I came with nothing and will leave alone. That’s good.