My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 106
"elder brother?!"

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard a familiar voice not far away.

Turning around, he saw a short-haired girl with slightly dark skin, wearing a sports uniform and dressed like a boy, standing beside a Wuling pickup truck and waving at him.

Beside her, there was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat.

"Dad! Little sister!" Meng Lang pulled the suitcase and walked over with a smile.

"Wow! Brother! It's different when you go to a big city. Buddha relies on gold clothes. I almost didn't recognize you!"

Meng Qingqing looked Meng Lang up and down with surprise.

Meng Lang looked at her, but smiled.

"You're not the same anymore, you're even darker than before! I tell you not to go to the sports school, if you continue to be black, how can you marry in the future!"

"Don't worry about my business!" Meng Qingqing rolled her eyes.

In all fairness, Meng Qingqing is not ugly, she can be regarded as a little beauty, but she always dresses neutrally and does her own way.

Lao Meng on the side frowned slightly when he saw Meng Lang's brand new outfit.

"It's only a monthly salary, I don't know how to save some money, and I'll do all these vain things! Slap your face to make yourself fat! Let's go, get in the car! Your frustrating mother is waiting at home!"

Meng Lang choked.

Lao Meng's mouth... with some helplessness, he put the suitcase into the back of the pickup truck, and then sat in the co-pilot.

This four-seater truck can be regarded as one of the "fixed assets" of Lao Meng's family. It is usually used to pull fodder and crops.

Lao Meng's baby is tight. After seven or eight years of use, it is still well maintained.

The pickup truck drove slowly towards Mengjia Village along a country road, along the way there was a stretch of rapeseed fields.

It is the most beautiful April day in the world.

A sea of ​​golden flowers in oily green, under the setting sun, looks like a Monet oil painting.

Maybe it's because of his different state of mind, the pictures of the countryside that were so common in his eyes in the past, now let him see the taste of the picturesque scrolls of the countryside.

He leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and feeling the smell of the long-lost home.

"Hey! Brother! Aren't you doing sales in an insurance company? Do you make money doing this?"

Meng Qingqing poked her head out from the back row, staring suspiciously at her elder brother who seemed to be quite different from before.

Meng Lang hadn't spoken yet, but Lao Meng snorted.

"Hmph! Earn a fart, Lao Zhang told me that this brat is not suitable for doing this, and he should be kicked out soon, right?

Let you take the civil servant exam in the county, even if you are a teacher!You think big cities are so easy to mess with! "

If it was normal, Meng Lang would have argued with Lao Meng for his "proud and stubbornness" when he heard such words.

Then in the end, no one was able to convince anyone, and finally the talks collapsed, falling into a state of "cold war between father and son".

Hmm... Anyway, that's how the two of them have been here for the past two years, and the process has basically remained the same.

The stubborn temper of the two can be regarded as the same.

However, after experiencing several lives and realizing the shortness of life and the impermanence of life, meng lang felt that his mentality had sublimated.

He is strong by him, and the breeze blows the hills!
Meng Lang smiled and didn't pick up on Lao Meng.

"Making money is very ordinary, but it's quite a training."

Meng Qingqing stared at her brother for a long time and nodded.

"Hmm... I really feel like I've been away for three days, except for the clothes, the whole person seems to be a little different from before.

What's different... I can't tell. "

"Ha ha!"

This girl's intuition is much stronger than that of Lao Meng.

"Ding!" At this time, a message came from the phone.

Meng Lang took it out and saw that it was a group message.

Lihua Daiyu: 【Uncle, did you get home safely? 】

Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

Meng said: [Little rain? 】

Ewha with rain: [Hee hee!My sister said that in order to facilitate contact, she bought me a mobile phone, and sister Weiwei applied for an account for me (smiley face)]

A Pear Blossom: [You're welcome! (proud)】

rash:"……"

It really was your fault!Yan Weiwei!
This nickname... is to declare my sovereignty over Xiaoyu while I am away!
So... You can't get me, but you want my bravest general?
How can this guy add to the chaos!
He reluctantly picked up his phone and took a picture of the scenery outside the window.

Meng said: [picture]

Meng said: [I have entered the village, everything is going well! (scissorhands)]

Pear Blossom with Rain: [Wow!Uncle's house is so beautiful! 】

"Brother, who are you chatting with? Could it be my sister-in-law? Let me see!"

"Eh! You..."

The phone in Meng Lang's hand was suddenly taken away by Meng Qingqing, who smiled and took it away to look at the screen.

"What, it's not my sister-in-law! Uncle? What kind of weird name? Huh? You bought a new mobile phone? This seems to be a new model from Juchang, right? Tsk tsk! Change the shotgun!"

Seeing Meng Qingqing asking questions like a cannonball there, and then began to look at her mobile phone.

Meng Lang was a little helpless.

So... having a younger sister who is too lively and energetic is really a headache.

Meng Qingqing is the reincarnation of Nezha recognized in the village.

He knew a thousand characters at the age of three, recited Tang poems at the age of five, and read the Four Books and Five Classics by the age of seven.

Fortunately, she could climb trees at the age of three, touch fish at the age of five, and was already the king of children in the village at the age of seven, with a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals under her command.

I still remember when I was a child, I was lying under a tree reading a novel, and my sister climbed up the tree to dig out a bird's nest, and the tragic memory of a bunch of bird eggs falling from the sky directly covered my face...

It's a pity that Newton was born earlier than me. He didn't realize the gravitation, but he realized a truth... It's better to have only one baby!

When I was young, what I envied the most was not the rich second generation in my class, but the only child in my class.

The first short story I wrote in junior high school was called "Take My Sister Away".

Probably the content is that the hero made a wish on his birthday, and then her sister became someone else's sister, and finally the hero lived a happy life... like this.

Lao meng turned his head to look at meng lang and pouted.

"If your brother can really find your sister-in-law by himself and let your mother and I stop worrying, we may live a few years longer!

We are also to blame for the problems in family education since childhood.

When I was a child, I heard from the teacher that he was afraid that he would fall in love prematurely, so he was strict with him, but it turned out!

When he grows up, he is worried that he will not find a girlfriend. This is not as good as puppy love!

You girl, I really want you to marry your puppy love quickly, but what happened?Every time other parents brought a boy to our house, they would complain in tears!

I think it's better to listen to your mother and find out if there is a suitable person for you to go on a blind date.

I'm not too demanding, I have arms and legs, and I just need to run home when it's raining. "

The siblings looked at each other.

With this advantage, Lao Meng can easily chat to death.

"Cough! Brother! Let's play some music, it's a bit boring." Meng Qingqing suggested.

"Hmm! Great idea!" Meng Lang followed suit and turned on the car radio.

After a rustle.

【Country roads, take me home.
To the place I belong.
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads...]

Listening to the melodious guitar playing from the stereo and the gentle breeze blowing from the window, Meng Lang was a little intoxicated, and he closed his eyes unconsciously...

……

When the few people arrived home, the setting sun had only the last twilight left.

In a small two-story building by the pond, creepers crawled all over the courtyard wall. A jujube tree in the small courtyard was lush and green, and a group of chickens were looking for food under the tree.

"Mom! I'm back!" Meng Lang smelled the aroma of food as soon as he entered the door.

"Xiao Lang is back."

Yang Hui, who was wearing an apron and rolled up his cuffs, came out from the kitchen and opened the curtain. When he saw Meng Lang, his eyes lit up.

"Hmm! Not bad! My son is handsome again!"

have a look!This is real!
"I've been in the car all day, you're hungry, let's go! Eat first!"

……

The abundance on the table is still the same as in memory, and each dish is my favorite dish.

Meng Lang, who had been squinting in the car for a while, regained his energy and ate a bowl of ribs and lotus root soup.

"Look! You're all skinny, eat more."

Yang Hui smiled and put vegetables in his bowl from time to time, which inevitably aroused Lao Meng's thoughts of "a loving mother and a loser". The family atmosphere is very warm and harmonious...

Seeing that Meng Qingqing had been holding her mobile phone, picking rice into her mouth and rubbing acne marks there, Meng Lang said with a smile.

"How is it? Does it work?"

"Well! This big screen! It's much better than my old phone."

"Do you like it?"

"Like it!"

"Here! Here it is for you." Meng Lang fumbled in the bag next to him, and then "snap!" A brick box with the logo of the Chrysanthemum Factory was slapped in front of Meng Qingqing.

Several people at the dinner table were stunned for a moment.

Meng Qingqing's eyes widened instantly, and the chopsticks fell to the table with a thud.

"Brother! This...really...really for me?"

"Of course! This is a gift for you."

After Meng Lang finished speaking, "Crack!" "Crack!" Another two bricks slapped on the table.

"One for each!"

Meng Qingqing stared dumbfounded at the three phones of the same model on the table, and swallowed.

"Brother! Are you rich?"

"Yeah! Xiaocai!" Meng Lang said very reservedly.

"It adds up to less than [-], right? How much did you earn?"

"How much did you earn?" Meng Lang thought about it seriously, then pointed to the lights of Wanjia lights outside the window, and drew a circle with his finger.

"Probably let this village... be surnamed Meng."

The three of them froze for a moment, and Meng Qingqing suddenly burst out laughing.

"Brother! You want our Mengjia Village to have a different surname, that would be difficult! Hahaha..."

(End of this chapter)