In the summer of 1971, the college entrance examination ended. Right after Ling Yue’s memorial service, Xiangzhong rushed into the office.

Only when it is late at night and everyone is asleep can I take a short nap while holding Ling Yue's photo.

Sister Wu often woke up in the middle of the night, so he would sit up, gently pat her back, and then go back to sleep after a while.

A few days passed in this torturous way until Mo Ran knocked on the door.

"Comrade Xiangzhong, I heard from Tang Nancheng that Comrade Qian Zilin has been locking himself in Academician Ling's room for three days."

Xiangzhong was stunned, his red eyes slightly closed, and he sighed: "Take someone to bring him to the compound."

Zhang Mo Ran received the order and left quickly.

The eldest sister also came out with her clothes on: "What's wrong?"

"Qian Zilin is blaming me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The eldest sister slapped Xiangzhong's arm and finally lowered her head: "The person who should be blamed the most is me."

If she hadn't asked Lingyue to save Xiangzhong, Lingyue might not have used this method.

She is the one who should be blamed the most.

"Lingyue has already thought about it. How can I blame you, Xiaoying? What Lingyue wants to see most is that you live a happy life."

Xiangzhong patted Sister Wu on the back and said with an effortful smile, "We'll stay here and not go anywhere. Lingyue will be watching over us right here."

When the eldest sister was tired of crying, she lay down again. The sky was getting light and it was almost dawn.

In the courtyard, the crabapple blossoms are particularly beautiful, and the white mixed with pink looks so vibrant.

Xiangzhong and Qian Zilin stood under the tree, and the falling petals landed on their shoulders.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Qian Zilin asked, "Are you not complaining?" But he felt so bad that he couldn't find a way out.

It would be better for the two of them not to meet at this time. He was afraid of saying something he didn't mean and hurting their feelings.

"Lingyue, down here," Xiangzhong pointed to the crabapple tree and murmured, "She likes to sit quietly here the most. Even when she's working in the room, she'll look up from time to time."

Upon hearing this, Qian Zilin raised his head and shouted tremblingly: "What nonsense are you talking about? You didn't..." Didn't you bury her in the Nanjing Martyrs Cemetery, next to her parents?

Even if he didn't go there, he knew the location, and he had thought about it countless times in his mind.

Xiangzhong didn't say anything. Finally, when Qian Zilin was about to leave in anger, he whispered, "The person in there is not her."

"I don't know who she is, but I know she is not Ling Fengnan's daughter. I knew it from the beginning."

"You blame me, but I blame myself too. It would be better if I could die, and put an end to it all. I even regret that I dragged it out for so long, but regret is the most useless thing in this world."

Xiangzhong took out a letter from his arms. The envelope had frayed edges because someone had been touching it for a while.

"These are Ling Yue's last words. Please take a look."

Qian Zilin grabbed it suspiciously and opened it. There was only one sentence inside:

I am Ling Yue, a despicable light thief.

The hands holding the paper were shaking, and even the body could not bear it. He could only squat on the ground and cover his head.

"This silly girl, this silly girl, it turns out that she has been hiding such a big secret in her heart," Qian Zilin sobbed. He didn't want to believe it or cry during this period of time, but now he was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

"I've been with her for so long, why didn't I notice it? Why didn't I care about her more?"

"What is this silly girl afraid of? When she has so many things hidden in her heart, she must be very tired and miserable, right?"

Xiangzhong squatted on the ground upon hearing this, looked up at the crabapple blossoms above him, and swallowed his bitter tears: "She's afraid that you'll blame her. She took the identity of your friend's daughter. Lingyue can tell everyone who she is, except you. She doesn't dare to tell you."

"Comrade Zilin, Lingyue has many things she wants to accomplish, and we all need to complete them, so you have to cheer up."

Just like him, all the sadness and tears are not worth doing two more things. If Ling Yue is still alive, she would definitely not want them to feel sorry for themselves.

The conversation in the compound was not spread out. It was only known that after Qian Zilin returned, he plunged into research, traveling around Qinghai, Southwest China, and Xinjiang. Wherever he went, a project was about to be implemented.

Ten years later, in 1981, it was also summer, and also the day when the college entrance examination ended. Xiangzhong sat on a stone bench, the crabapple blossoms above his head were in full bloom, and he looked exactly the same as he had ten years ago.

The eldest sister brought out the food, placed it on the stone table, took out three sets of bowls and chopsticks, and set them on the table.

"It's time to eat."

Xiangzhong smiled and said, "Okay, let's eat a little longer today. It's just the right time to tell Lingyue about the changes outside."

The eldest sister smiled and said, "That's right, Yue'er, you don't know, the outside world is really turned upside down. If I want to go to Qinghai to see you now, I can take a plane or your high-speed train and I'll be there in no time."

"Yes, and we've also connected the phone you were worried about. It didn't cost much. Your eldest sister even bought a civilian phone a few days ago. It's as big as a brick. Qian Zilin said that the Communications Bureau is still improving it, so it shouldn't be long before they can upgrade it."

"Hey, you're complaining again. I'm not spending your money, I'm just buying it."

Ling Yue was worried that she wouldn't be able to contact her at that time.

"Hey, Lingyue, do you remember Deng He? Let me tell you, this guy Deng He is really amazing. He has built several big projects in Xinjiang."

"And the Institute of Biology at the Chinese Academy of Sciences actually used the manuscript you left behind to tinker with the thing you made for me. Although it's a semi-finished product, it's good enough. Qian Zilin is always out and about these days and never comes home. If you knew, you'd have to give him a lecture. He's still restless even at his age."

......

And in the unknown time and space, the clamoring voice of Number Seven came:

"Lingyue Lingyue, is this what you came up with?"

Ling Yue smiled and said, "What's wrong? Isn't this a good idea? In today's society, who doesn't have a mobile phone or tablet? You should know that using technology can also play a role in spreading culture."

"You see, I'm not only going to make short videos about these celebrity stories, I'm also going to write novels so that everyone can remember them."

"What's wrong with your head? You lied to me and said you weren't smart." Number Seven circled Ling Yue curiously and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm preparing my things. I'm going on a long trip to visit some good friends."

"I want to go too. You haven't told me how you contacted my maker yet."

"Think for yourself."

Number Seven was offline for a moment before muttering, "Stingy, but why are you still called Ling Yue even though you've become a spirit? We're code names."

"Because I like my name."

I am not the light in the mausoleum, no one cares.

Nor is it a light stealer in the night.

I am the moon that brings light to the darkness, gentle and warm.