The Urban Dao Child

Finishing the classes and after promising the fellows a good meal. Yang Dao walked to the library in a good mood. He was about to enter and pick himself some good books to read later on when his cellphone rang.

Feng Yun had been disliking his ‘expensive’ smartphone for quite a sometime now so she got him the one she liked yesterday when they were shopping. The boy had to say, this thing looked very nice. He accepted the call when he saw the familiar number on the caller ID display.

He spoke, “Hello, senior Frieda.”

“Hello, Dao. How have you been?” the other side asked with glee in her voice.

The boy replied, “I have been well, senior. How about you?” his tone was calm but he could sense the joy glazed in Frieda’s voice. This bought a faint smile to his face.

The other side replied, “I just wanted to thank you. You may not know what you have done, but it has changed my life. Never have I ever be a popular child in my entire village or even relatives. But after that press conference, a lot of people finally came up and talked to me willingly. Although they had selfish intentions. I told them who Miss Feng is and that pacified them to become honest.”

She paused and Yang dao chuckled. The girl carried on, “My father was an electrician in the city. Like the one people call if their bulb goes out, but he could make very good mechanical puppets. These things were able to make our family get by in daily life. One day, my father suffered a big electric shock and his nerves were burnt. He does not feel anything in his left hand anymore.

I was in junior high at that time. My mother had to work for us while my father, despite his condition would take up some menial labor work. I studied hard and improved my grades, all my education was supported by scholarships after scholarships. Until the final year.

The passing project was my chance to leave a mark on the world and this whole year, I read books about robots and robots only. I wanted my project to be a gift to my father like the hundreds of his mechanical puppets to me. But nothing seemed to be working. Then you came. You made my dreams come true.”

She seemed to be choking, the guy consoled her, “I could only help you because you wanted to be helped, and you had the skills to make your dream come true. What I did was just to follow you when you found the path to be much arduous and steep.

Can you see a tree from where are you at this moment, Senior?” his question seemed to be out of context but Frieda looked around from her window and replied in affirmation.

The boy said, “When light falls on the leaf, it is white, yet the color we see is green. It is because the white light is made up of seven colors, just like the rainbow. Suppose the leaf is a representation of a human and the seven colors of light are representations of the human traits.

The leaf reflects the green color from the other six but it absorbs the rest six. Similarly, a human also absorbs the traits of those around them. Like how your parents never gave up, you also did not give up. You may look like a cynical person driven by her own ideas, but the eyes do not notice the determination hidden beneath. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕꪫꪣꫀ​ꪶ​

You and everyone else have the potential to do what they dream. A dream could be seen from different angles. Sometimes you just need a different angle. That is all I did, showed you a different angle. As for the dream you saw. It will come true as well. have faith.”

His calm words rained down on Frieda, calming her. This was his acknowledgment, for the girl who albeit driven to the edge of despair, did not give in. Frieda was almost alienated by all of her peers. Imagine the burden of such a situation in someone who was looking for help yet none would even spare a thought for her.

She had no choice but to look for help outside the peer circle and reached the teachers. Even the teachers failed, they reached the principal. Again facing a failure. Finally, Yang Dao appeared, ending her plight.

The boy was also very much appreciative of her and thus he told her such words. The two people held the phone against their ears, enjoying the silence. After a few moments, the girl said, “So, when can I start working on the next project?”

The boy chuckled and said, ‘You can come by to the company, you will have a similar accommodation facility arranged. Your salary will be arranged by Mary. But you cannot overwork.”

The other party agreed without much of a protest. They talked for a few minutes before Yang Dao went to the library, took the books he liked, and came out.

He came back to the cycling club and found a growing Icarus. he asked, “What happened?”

The latter glared at him and said, “You dared to ask me what happened? You monster, I asked you to hurry but not to pass us like we were not riding at all. Coach gave me an ear full because of you. Do you understand that you have successfully ruined my good impression in her eyes. What do I do now?” he almost cried.

Suddenly, Icarus was kicked on his butt. He turned around and saw the assailant and he immediately became honest. He asked, “Coach, What can I do for you?”

The lady replied, “Die of shame.”

Icarus almost did not cough up blood but Yang Dao started to laugh unbridled. Ayaka ignored him and said to Icarus, “I have been tolerating your nuisance from the first day. I never said anything thinking that you are a young boy. Yet you, this shameless thing, dare to blame others for your own shortcomings? Dao is three years younger than you. Have you no shame? Go give me 100 laps more than usual. Also, I never had any good impression of you. Get lost before I strangle you.”

Although she said all this. She was not genuinely pissed at him. she was just trying to teach him in a language he understands better.