My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 1 My Autobiography?

"Boom!" There was a knock on the door.

"Hello, your courier, please sign for it."

"Thank you!"

Meng Lang took the paper box, but his expression was a little puzzled.

Have I chopped my hands recently?Shouldn't it?The main near-term strength is also not allowed.

Could it be another "souvenir product" sent by my mother from my hometown?
"Tear!" Cutting the tape with a key, Meng Lang was taken aback when he saw what was inside.

what is this?a book?

I saw a thin, unpretentious black and white book lying quietly in the box.

Meng Lang turned it over curiously, and the next moment, he froze on the spot.

Because on the cover of that book, "Meng Lang's Tragic Life" was impressively written...

Meng Lang took a closer look at the title of the book again.

Mencius' Meng, the waves of the waves, yes, it is my name!

The veins on his forehead twitched.

Which wicked and smoldering master was playing a joke on himself?
Still a miserable life?I feel sorry for your uncle!

Could it be Ah Yin?
It's unlikely, and I haven't mentioned many things to him at all.

It wasn't him, did I inadvertently offend someone?

Meng Lang resisted the urge to throw the book on the ground and opened the pages.

What came into view was a photo of the author.

Wearing a hospital gown, no smile could be seen on his pale and weak face.

The key is to look at his appearance... like his own who is decades older?

The corner of Meng Lang's mouth twitched.

It's amazing to be able to synthesize with a computer. This special effect is more than fifty cents, right?
Resisting the urge to tear the photo into pieces, Meng Lang continued to look down with the quality and cultivation he had accumulated for 24 years.

【Once upon a time, my dream was to be an uncle of the police, but halfway through my dream, I became an uncle.

Later, my dream was to have an annual salary of one million, marry a beautiful mentor, and reach the pinnacle of my life. Later, when my annual salary was 5, the beautiful mentor married someone, and the groom was not me.

So I understood that a person should be down-to-earth, set a small goal first, and join the world's top 500!
……

i did it!I joined China Life Insurance and became an insurance salesperson!
……

In the end, I finally understood that being a person must not be down-to-earth, just like what Teacher Tony said, if you let money make money, you will not become a slave to money.

I borrowed from my relatives, maxed out my credit cards, and increased my leverage. I became a shareholder of Huaxia Petroleum, and then I ran into the 18-year stock market crash and became an old man overnight.

……

After digging out three wallets, my parents pulled me out of the abyss. The price was that the retired parents had to start working again, and they seemed to be several years old in an instant.

……

Having experienced severe beatings in the society, I finally woke up completely. I threw off the burden of my dreams, and decided to guard a city, wait for someone, and live the rest of my ordinary life with my wife and children on the bed.

That person arrived as expected, like an angel, illuminating me in my trough.

The sudden love is like a storm. On the second day we met, it rained heavily outside, and we couldn't go home. It happened that there was only one room left in the hotel...

I was sure that it was love, and soon I took her hand and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a smile.

The wind that day was so gentle and full of happiness.

Even many years later, I still clearly remember that the staff who issued the certificate for us at that time reminded me to tie my shoelaces with a smile full of blessings.

……

At the end of that year, the child was born prematurely, a fat boy weighing 7.7 catties, with type B blood.

The fireworks are all over the sky outside, as if the whole world is celebrating me...

Even the pandemic that struck the following year did not dilute even an iota of joy in me.

……

Eighteen years later, in an accidental car accident, I found out that the hospital gave her type A blood...

I thought that as long as I really liked someone, I could impress someone, but it turned out that I was the only one who impresses me.

I drank a lot of alcohol that day, and after vomiting blood and being hospitalized, the doctor found out that I had advanced gastric cancer.

The parents couldn't bear the repeated blows, and they left me first after all.

In desperation, I unplugged my oxygen mask.

As I am dying, I would like to use this book to commemorate my tragic life...]

Holding the book, Meng Lang was silent for a long time like a statue, and then his expression gradually twisted.

He threw the book hard on the ground.

Feeling still angry, he gritted his teeth and stomped hard a few more times.

"Don't let me know who it is, or I will definitely film you a 72h No Miserable World.avi!"

Meng Lang, who was so angry that his liver was hurting, sat on the sofa and took a few mouthfuls of cool water, and then suppressed the fire in his heart.

Meng Lang, who had calmed down a little, began to think about who he had offended. The other party had spent so much time finding a gunman to curse him.

Not to mention, the writing level of this shooter is impossible to write without getting a "full score composition". I almost shed tears after reading it myself!

Paying so much money just to disgust me?

What hatred and what resentment?Did I eat your rice or dig your ancestral grave?

Is it revenge for killing the father or taking the wife... Wait!Surely my innocence as a child can't fall into this category, can I?

Could it be that the merchant who gave the bad review last month refused to accept it?

Then there is no reason to know my blood type, right?

Revenge from an ex-girlfriend?Oh!I didn't, so it's fine.

After thinking for a long time, he went through all the people he had offended recently, but Meng Lang couldn't find a suspicious target.

And the more I thought about it, the more weird I felt about this matter.

After calming down, he frowned, suppressed his anger, picked up the dusty book, and read it again carefully.

Then get a pen and paper.

"My childhood dream was to be a policeman", "I have a crush on a beautiful mentor", "I just joined the Fortune 500", "Blood type A".

Looking at the four circled entries, Meng Lang was shocked.

"all hit!"

And the time span spanned my childhood, university, social life...

How can anyone be so familiar with him?
Unless... this person has actually been watching me closely since kindergarten?

Could it be the legendary "kindergarten wife"?
Is it just because I forgot the "Oath of Mountain and Sea" back then, so I hate it because of love?
Meng Lang racked his brains, but he couldn't remember whether he had set the flag of "I will marry you when I grow up" in kindergarten.

But even if there is, the fact that I have a crush on my beautiful mentor is definitely a secret among secrets. Even if it is my best friend Ah Xian, I am ashamed to say it. This person can actually tell the truth.

This is beyond what the "kindergarten wife" can explain.

After thinking about it, Meng Lang picked up his phone.

"Hey, Dad."

"Son, what's the matter? Wow~" There was a sound of mahjong colliding over there.

"What was my childhood dream?"

There was a pause in the movement, and after a while, Dad's uncertain voice came, "Astronaut?"

"What's my blood type?" Meng Lang asked again.

"...O?" The voice over there was even weaker.

"Crack!" Meng Lang hung up the phone.

The suspect can be ruled out.

He buried himself on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This person... who is it?

……

The next day, Meng Lang, who was wearing panda eyes, came to the company to check in and swipe his face.

Then, without even entering the door, I strolled to the snack bar that I often come to outside the company.

"Boss, a set of wontons, and a drawer of steamed buns."

"okay!"

Soon, hot food was placed in front of him, and Meng Lang poured the seasoning absent-mindedly.

As soon as the food entered his mouth, Meng Lang's expression froze.

Too much vinegar...

"Oh!" sighed.

He finally realized what it meant to be "like a choke in the throat, making it difficult to sleep or eat".

I thought about it all night yesterday, but I couldn't figure it out.

It's as if a pair of eyes behind you are staring at you secretly all the time, knowing you well and full of malice, it feels so intimidating.

"This brother, your complexion is not very good, did you encounter any difficulties?"

At this moment, a voice came from beside him, and meng lang looked up, only to find that there was still a diner sitting beside him.

This man is in his 30s, with a mustache, a suit and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, a "Longines", a briefcase, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses in a gentle manner, and a warm smile on his face. It is easy to make people feel good.

There is a breakfast on the table, which seems to be an office worker nearby.

The so-called stretching out his hand and not hitting smiling people, Meng Lang politely returned a smile, "It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night."

"Oh...at the young brother's age, he should have just started working, right?
What troubles you at this age is not because of women, but because of work. "

"Yeah." Meng Lang hummed absently, not intending to have a deep conversation.

But in the eyes of the "old salesman", this expression is a proper "lost little lamb"!

"Brother is someone who has been there, I was at your age, and I was struggling all day long for a little salary, and my girlfriend broke up in the end.

Doing 996 work, with a salary of several thousand yuan, how much money can you have left after paying the rent, water and electricity?
After all, it's not about the money, a penny can't beat a hero! "

The man in the suit sighed, as if he felt the same way as Meng Lang.

He tried this set of words a hundred times, and sure enough, Meng Lang finally looked up at him, as if he had spoken to his heart.

"Using the experience of most of my life, I have concluded a truth, it is too difficult to get ahead with such a dead salary!

So if you want money to make money, you will not become a slave to money. "The man in the suit patted Meng Lang on the shoulder, then wiped his mouth, got up and seemed ready to leave.

"and many more!"

The voice from behind made the man in the suit smile, but when he turned around, he changed into the original harmless expression.

"What's the matter, brother."

"You said that sentence again."

"Which sentence? Oh! I said that money should make money, so as not to become a slave to money. This is what Bharat, the richest man in the world, said. If you understand it, you can use it for a lifetime."

After the man in the suit finished speaking, he found that the other person's expression seemed a little different from what he had imagined, very weird.

Meng Lang put down his chopsticks and looked at the man in the suit with a very serious expression.

"May I ask what the elder brother's name is?"

I'm coming!Performance is here!
The man in the suit showed eight white teeth. "My surname is Niu."

Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, did he think too much...

"But everyone likes to call me Teacher Tony."

rash:"……"

　New book recommendation, collection

　　


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