My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 109
"do not want!"

Meng Lang jumped up from the bed, his eyes filled with horror.

When he came back to his senses and saw the familiar furnishings around him, he took a breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Huh~ It turned out to be a nightmare."

He couldn't help touching his neck with his hand.

He finally knew why he used "a sudden change in painting style" to describe his final ending.

It was originally a warm family theater, but why did it suddenly become a murder scene?

And an adjective used in the last paragraph is also very interesting.

Bite?

Even if someone wants to kill me, no one will speak directly except perverts, right?
Do you let the dog go?Isn't this too cruel?

The back of the questionable one looks like the murderer, but who is it?
I have a grudge against myself, and the back view that can impress me...

There is also the last sentence "like the Qingming of that year".

Is this reminding myself that the murderer will definitely appear on Qingming?

Skull hurts.

Fortunately, this is a tragedy that will only happen after 25 years. Visually, a large number of brothers are already on their way to investigate the truth...

Looking at the time, it was only 06:30 in the morning, and Meng Lang was no longer in the mood to continue sleeping.

He simply got up and washed up, then went downstairs in a set of sportswear.

"Mom, I'll go for a run!" Facing the morning light, Meng Lang trotted away from the courtyard.

Hearing the movement, two people poked their heads out.

"Uh... what did he say he was going to do?" Lao Meng was holding a toothbrush, with foam in his mouth, and turned to ask Yang Hui, who was holding a spatula.

"It seems... you went out to exercise, right?" Yang Hui was a little uncertain.

"Impossible, is this something that brat would do?"

The two looked at each other.

……

"Uncle Gen, are you out for a stroll so early?"

"Aunt Seven, let's go grocery shopping."

"Hey! Xiaohu has grown taller again?"

Say hello to familiar faces along the way. From the name of Mengjia Village, you know that this is a village built on the basis of blood ties, and the people in the village are basically related.

If you meet a kid on the road, maybe you have to call him uncle.

Mengjia Village is not small. The village covers an area of ​​2400 mu, including 830 mu of cultivated land. There are 640 households with 3650 registered residents.

Although Wu City is a well-known big city in China, the economic environment around Wu City is not good, and it is even more incomparable with the prosperous eastern and southeastern coastal areas.

The locals gave their area a self-deprecating nickname, "Huanwu City Poverty Belt".

More people and less land is the current situation of Mengjia Village.

In addition to the semi-mechanized farming industry, the local people's other major economic pillar is the breeding industry.

In recent years, like many rural areas in the Northeast and Midwest, young people are also concentrating in the coastal and metropolitan areas.

This is a national strategy and an irreversible trend of the times.

Meng Lang ran all the way out of the village, across the field, across the stone bridge, and across the temple. Everywhere was natural and harmonious, as if he had returned from an industrial society to an agricultural society.

Looking at the familiar scenes along the way, meng lang felt a sense of emotion that he had never felt before.

It seems good to retire here...

However, in such a quiet and peaceful village... there is a murder case?It is really unimaginable.

He couldn't help but think of the photo in the book last night.

It was a photo of meng lang and his parents.

Twenty-five years later, the parents' faces are already full of vicissitudes of life and wrinkles, and their hair is gray, but they stand upright and look very healthy.

If something happens to you, what about your parents?
Thinking of this, Meng Lang felt a little heavy in his heart.

All kinds of scenes in the movie that were full of people were played back in my mind.

I have lived longer, and I have indeed seen a more distant future, but that future seems a bit cruel...

2043... At that time, I should be 49 years old.

As the saying goes, one stands at thirty, one is not confused at forty, one knows one's destiny at fifty.

Meaning I have to live another year to know the truth about fate?Short life is the original sin...

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

Amidst the barking of stray dogs on the side of the road, he clenched his fist against the rising sun!

"Brothers, come on!"

……

After running for nearly half an hour, I was exhausted and out of breath, my mind was emptied a lot, and the negative emotions from last night also dissipated a lot.

"I am back!"

"Look here." "Crack!"

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Yang Hui took a new mobile phone and pointed at Meng Lang with a shutter.

"Uh...Mom, what are you doing?"

Meng Langchen ran back with sweat on his face and messy hair, so Yang Hui took a picture of him.

Yang Hui looked at the photos on the phone and nodded with some satisfaction, then said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll take a photo for Aunt Liu to see if there is a suitable girl to introduce you to."

Aunt Liu, a well-known matchmaker in the village, is known as the "Information Center for Marriageable Men and Women within a Ten-Kilometer Radius".

"Uh...Mom! I'm only 24." Meng Lang felt helpless.

"It's already 24, and your cousin is already planning to have a second child, do you know that?" Lao Meng came out of the house, quite resentful of the lack of iron.

Meng Lang was speechless.

Therefore, people must read more books, otherwise your three views are determined by your relatives and friends.

Um!Including the concept of marriage!
He sat down on the dining table helplessly and served himself a bowl of porridge.

"Dad, the script of my life can be a sequel to my parents, or a prequel to my children, but it can't be a side story of my cousin, right?"

"Don't be polite to me. If you are the sequel of the two of us, then don't deviate from the outline. Your mother and I will have you at the age of 20. Don't we both end up with grandchildren when the finale ends!"

"Pfft!" Meng Qingqing, who was brushing her teeth next to her, sprayed immediately.

"What are you laughing at! I sent your photo too! Don't hold out any hope, let's be a dead horse doctor!" Yang Hui glared at Meng Qingqing.

Meng Qingqing stood there dumbfounded and couldn't help howling.

"Aren't you! I'm only 20!"

"What's wrong with 20? What's wrong with the legal marriage age?"

"Brother! Which side are you on!"

"It's hard to be the same!"

Meng Lang chuckled, then stroked his hair and made a pose.

"How about it, mom? How about I go wash and dress up and take another photo? I didn't prepare for that just now. How can blind date photos be so casual?"

"No need! It's already been posted, aren't sunny and sporty boys popular now? I look good! Trust me, I'll definitely find you a good girl!" Yang Hui winked at Meng Lang.

"...Okay." As long as you are happy.

Meng Lang didn't care too much. Anyway, he was in Su City, and the sky was so high that the emperor was far away. I could refuse you twelve gold medals.

When mentioning the blind date, meng lang thought of Ou Lu again.

I don't know if I didn't go to Wushi to buy a house, would the girl Ou Lu's life trajectory be different?
Our story is over before it begins...

Come to think of it, it's quite poetic?
Shaking his head and laughing.

When you go to visit the grave, bring more flowers.

……

When going to sweep the tomb, there are always big and small bags, sacrifices, paper money, hoes and sickles...

In short, when going out, everyone carries things, big and small.

A team of four walked slowly into the somewhat narrow mountain road in the back mountain.

Lao Meng walked in the front carrying two loads of cloth bags on a pole, and the heavy weight bent him slightly.

Meng Lang followed behind him with a hoe on his shoulders. The early morning sunlight shone through the bushes and shone on Lao Meng in front of him with tiny spots of light.

It was only then that he discovered that Lao Meng's black temples had also had a little white hair at some point, reflecting silver light in the sun.

Before he knew it, his parents were getting old, and Meng Lang was a little emotional.

Looking at Lao Meng's staggering back, his eyes suddenly became dazed...

For some reason, the pattern on the cover suddenly appeared in my mind.

Gradually, this "back view" and that "back view" slowly overlap together...

The same familiarity, the same... hunchback?
"The road ahead is narrow and difficult to walk, everyone be careful!"

Lao meng in front said something at this moment, and then looked back at meng lang.

But the moment he turned around, Lao Meng's face in Meng Lang's eyes suddenly became ferocious and terrifying!

"Bang!" The hoe fell to the ground, and Meng Lang stood there in a daze.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Meng Qingqing asked suspiciously from behind.

Meng Lang, however, acted as if he had never heard of it, and just stared blankly at Lao Meng in front of him.

So... is it really "Back View"?
Not only a question, but also the truth?
Really* white-haired people give black-haired people? !
(End of this chapter)