My Healing Games

Chapter 370 The Smiling Soul

No matter how good a person's acting skills are, there is one person in this world that they can never deceive, and that is themselves.

When you get used to pretending to be happy, that kind of put-on optimism becomes like an outer garment, as if only by wearing it can you become normal and dare to leave home and step into the crowd.

The young man was surprised by what Han Fei said; he felt as if those words were describing himself.

As a fairly well-known comedian, he always appeared so happy in public, but no one knew that while he made all the audience laugh, he couldn't make himself laugh out loud.

"You saw what was on my phone before, didn't you?"

Han Fei knew what the young man was talking about, and he nodded.

Upon hearing Han Fei's admission, the young man breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been acting for a long time and was finally told by the director that he didn't have to continue when he was exhausted: "It's quite ironic that a comedian who brings joy has wanted to leave countless times in the middle of the night."

The young man looked at the medicine bottle on the desk that hadn't been put away yet. He no longer wanted to hide anything from Han Fei. It was a very strange feeling, as if this stranger who had suddenly visited had had the same experience as him, as if they were the same kind of people.

Neither of the two people inside spoke again until funeral music began to play outside and a cold wind blew into the room through the half-open window.

The young man shivered, but he still didn't close the window. Instead, he looked out at the night sky, as if the boy who had left was there waving to him.

"I have a question, but I don't know if I should ask it?" Han Fei looked at the comedian next to him who was about the same size as him.

"You said."

"You've already achieved everything you dreamed of, fulfilled all your wishes, so why can't you still smile?" Han Fei was genuinely curious. The comedian from 4064 seemed like another version of himself, someone who hadn't encountered "Perfect Life" but ultimately achieved his dreams through hard work.

“I lost my smile when I was very young. I think a smile is the most precious thing in the world, so I wanted to make more people smile. Seeing their smiling faces, I thought maybe I could find my own smile again. That’s what I thought at first.” The young man slowly composed himself: “But it seems that’s not the case. I worked as an extra for a long time. I didn’t have outstanding looks or any connections. To stand out among so many competitors, I had to work harder. I tried many ways to be funny, but people didn’t laugh. They seemed to see right through me. I’m a boring person at heart.”

"So how exactly did you become famous?"

"Because of an accident, it was a performance mishap. The props team made a mistake; the set, which was seven meters off the ground, was built to the wrong size. I was strictly following the script, which resulted in me taking half a step back and falling from a height of seven meters. Because I was wearing a safety rope, I only suffered minor bumps, but the feeling of reciting lines so seriously and then suddenly being gone was quite dramatic. I was dangling in the air for a long time while wearing the safety rope, and that was probably the first time someone watched my performance and couldn't help but laugh out loud."

The young man's smile stiffened as he looked at the movie posters on the wall.

“I was very clear that the audience meant no harm, so at the time I thought it wouldn’t be so bad to be a clown crying. I comforted myself with that thought, but later I became more and more anxious, thinking of new jokes every night, and gradually I started to have insomnia. It was as if someone had suddenly flipped a switch in my brain, and one night I suddenly felt that the world was shrouded in a gray veil.” The young man was used to keeping a smile in front of strangers. His facial muscles remembered what a smile looked like, and he could smile even without being happy.

"Maybe you should have become a horror movie actor back then."

Han Fei offered sincere advice, but the young man shook his head. In some ways, he was just as stubborn as Han Fei: "I didn't become an actor to do comedy. I became a comedian because I like to see smiles."

During the conversation, the young man's phone vibrated again. The other members of the Happiness Community group were not chatting in the group. It seemed that they did not want to turn the group chat into a place to vent their bad emotions. They would only ask the young man privately.

The cold light from the phone screen illuminated the young man's face as he patiently replied to messages from his group members.

Han Fei stood beside the young man, watching him as if he were standing in front of a mirror, looking at himself.

Under the guidance of the previous building manager, Han Fei became the building manager of Building 1 in Xingfu Community and also inherited the administrator's account.

Even though he could lose his life at any moment, he was doing his best to save the residents of the Happy Community.

The deep world is forever shrouded in darkness, and in the boundless darkness, Han Fei is like an inconspicuous firefly.

"Sorry, I have a lot of messages today." After apologizing to Han Fei, the young man continued to reply to messages.

Many people may think he is doing something meaningless, but he knows that it is precisely because there are people in the world who persist in doing these meaningless things that many people who almost chose to leave will change their minds.

It's not about right or wrong, nor is it about being pretentious or not.

They simply learned a lesson by repeatedly experiencing the same thing.

You've already seen some people for the last time, you just haven't realized it yet.

Twenty minutes after the young man finished replying to the messages, he was very sincere to each group member and showed no impatience. It seemed that he used all the words he had saved up in real life in his chat with the group members.

"Most of the people in the Happiness Community group chat are patients. They are hiding in a corner of this world, relying on the warmth of each other to get through the winter of their hearts. All I can do is help them protect this home."

"Do you always use this reason to convince yourself to live a serious life?" Han Fei's words were not gentle; this was the first time he had spoken to a "ghost" in the deeper world in such a tone.

"A reason to live?" The young man shook his head. "I'm not afraid of death, and I don't need a reason to live."

“Death isn’t scary; what’s scary is preparing to leave before you’ve even lived your life to the fullest. Some things, once missed, are truly missed; you can never have them again, not even have a chance to regret them.” Han Fei looked at the man, as if he were advising the comedian, or perhaps conversing with his past self.

He had never had such an opportunity before, an opportunity to face his own soul and confront his own heart.

Regarding the question of whether "Perfect Life" is a healing game, Han Fei initially thought he had found the answer, but now he has changed his mind.

(End of this chapter)