My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 152 Tomorrow will be better

"Parents, please sit down in an orderly manner and don't be crowded."

"Parents of Class [-], Grade [-], please go to the left side of the stand and take your seat according to your number."

"Little Mencius, let's see what ticket number Xiao Yu gave us?"

"16, 17, 18."

"Here, here, hey! Hello, please bring me a pack of popcorn and two bottles of salt soda." Yan Weiwei stopped a passing peddler.

Sitting down among a group of bustling parents, Meng Lang felt the lively atmosphere of the world, but his heart was a little heavy.

In another 25 years, everything in front of me will probably disappear like a beautiful bubble...

Sorry!

Why do I always have to bear the pressure that I shouldn't have to bear at my age when I am a salted fish who eats steamed buns and fried dough sticks and only wants to live like a dog until I die...

Does this count as passive "worrying about the world before it"?
"Uh...brother Meng, are you here too?"

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice rang in my ears.

Meng Lang turned his head and saw Wang Xianfu, who had met him a few times, sitting down beside him.

Those who followed him, as well as his wife, were obviously also here to watch the children perform.

Wang Xianfu glanced at Yan Weiwei who was sitting next to Meng Lang, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Seeing the unnatural look on Wang Xianfu's face, Meng Lang just nodded feebly.

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

Immediately turned his head as if not to disturb me.

My heart is already messed up enough, so don't let me participate in any more intrigues in the parent theater...

If possible, he just wants to send an emoji now - let me be quiet!
Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang's "depressed" look, and the expression on his face became more and more strange.

"What's the matter with you? You're listless when you come out today? Uh~ Kacha! Kacha!"

Yan Weiwei on the side looked at Meng Lang, and threw two popcorns that she had just bought from the vendor into her mouth.

"It's nothing, I just feel tired. Maybe the more a person knows, the less happy he is..."

The more you know, the less happy you are?

What does he know?

Yan Weiwei's eyes flashed with guilt, "This... I have something in my heart, I can talk to my friends, how uncomfortable it is to be alone, ha ha!"

Well, it is true that if you hold back alone, you will really be depressed.

This is why I chose to confess everything to Xiao Yu at the end of my life.

"Hey! It's not easy for me to confide. The trust between people... At least it has to be the kind of life-and-death friendship..." Meng Lang sighed.

Unfavorable things are common, but they are no different from the speaker. Only when you encounter this kind of thing will you know how difficult it is to find a suitable listener.

How many people can entrust their lives like Xiao Yu?

"Uh……"

But these words have another meaning in Yan Weiwei's ears.

Life and death?

Is he mocking me?Must be right?
She curled her lips, "Okay, okay, don't beat around the bush, the reward from last night has indeed arrived in the account, I'll transfer 50 to you later."

"Huh?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.

"Didn't you say you got it? Wait! Why is it 50! Didn't you agree to 100 million?"

"You sell insurance without taking a commission? How can I say that I am also an introducer!"

Meng Lang was speechless for a moment, "50% commission, thank you for opening your mouth! The insurance company doesn't even have your back!

But you can hack me, but not my money! "

This is the money for "working hard to save yourself until the end of your life and save the world foundation". Are you ashamed to talk about the commission?

You are holding back people all over the world, do you know that?

"What is black! I'm taking care of it for you temporarily, haven't you heard the saying, 'A man turns bad when he has money'.

In order to prevent Shi Lezhi from getting rich overnight, I will save this money for you first. " Yan Weiwei spoke plausibly.

Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

What you said is quite reasonable, but the posture of this housekeeper is inappropriate, right?

"All right, all right, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, saving me from having to pay every month." Meng Lang curled his lips.

With Yan Weiwei's net worth, she doesn't look down on a mere 50 yuan, probably because she thinks she really has no money and wants to have a "cooling off period" for herself?
But... a man becomes bad when he has money?

Ah!Then I am too bad.

……

"What's wrong with you? Your face is cramping?" Mrs. Wang looked at her husband strangely.

From the very beginning, my face has been twitching non-stop, didn't I have this problem before?

"No...it's nothing." Wang Xianfu's expression was wonderful.

Although the scene was a bit noisy, the conversation between the two people around him still reached his ears intermittently.

[Last night's reward has indeed arrived in the account, I will transfer 50 lines to you later. 】

[Why 50!Didn't you agree on 100 million? 】

[You sell insurance without taking a commission?After all, I am also an introducer! 】

[All right, all right, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, saving me money every month. 】

listen!Listen to this conversation!Is this called human talk?

Forget about the entrance of the primary school last time, but now it is inside the primary school!Can you be a little civic-minded?
Wang Xianfu has already imagined a small theater that is not suitable for children.

He originally thought that these two people were the foster and the foster, the relationship between the spare tire and the scumbag, but he didn't realize it. The relationship between the two seems to be more complicated than he thought...

As an introducer, the commission is super high, and she has to pay a monthly venue fee to work for her. This rich woman alone is a complete industrial chain!

No wonder people can afford that kind of luxury car.

But... this little brother is too punishing!

100 million a night?It's almost catching up with my whole year's income!

Is this the market situation in the domestic high-end market?

I have nowhere to put my envy and jealousy...

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a formal suit in a small suit caught the eyes of Mr. Lemon Jing Wang.

Although he was dressed very differently from last time and wore a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, Wang Xianfu still recognized him at a glance. Isn't this one of the "spare tires" that we had with Meng Lang that day?
Seeing her looking around, she seemed to be looking for someone.

Wang Xianfu's eyes lit up.

I'll just say it!How can you not get your shoes wet when you often walk by the river!
The master of time management also has times when the schedule is chaotic, right?

Could it be that this is the Shura field that I like to hear and see next?

If the two women fight at that time, or Meng Lang is hit by two women in mixed doubles...

Should I pretend to persuade a fight, or quickly pick up the mobile phone to record a video, lamenting the decline of the world in the circle of friends?
"Hey! Why don't you say this hasn't started yet? Which show is Zikai's class scheduled for?" Wang Xianfu stood up from the crowd and looked towards the stage.

Under the movement he deliberately made, the beautiful woman was indeed attracted attention, looked over, and soon found Meng Lang and the two beside him, and then she really walked towards this place.

Come, come, good show is coming!

Wang Xianfu looked forward to it.

"Finally found you guys. I just had some work to do. I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no, the performance is just about to start, Haitang, you came just in time, come and sit down quickly. Are you hungry, eat popcorn, I even bought you a bottle of salt soda."

Uh……

Seeing the two women holding hands and acting as close as sisters, Wang Xianfu was stunned.

Is this different from the script?

What about Mars hitting the Earth?
"Brother Meng, she...they know each other?"

"Ah! They are girlfriends, of course we know each other." Meng Lang gave this guy a strange look.

Girlfriend... Girlfriend? !

This relationship is a bit messy, so let me sort it out first.

But after searching for a long time, I didn't come up with a clue.

Wang Xianfu no longer looked at Meng Lang with envy and jealousy.

It was replaced by another kind of high mountain gaze.

When you surpass others by a little bit, others will envy you; when you surpass others by a large margin, others will envy you.

But when you ride the dust and make it difficult for people to hold back, others will only worship you...

"Brother Meng, this is my business card. Let me drink tea with you when I have time. Let me ask you for some advice on parenting."

"Uh……"

I was caught off guard by your honorific...

……

"Dear parents."

"Every teacher."

"Fellow students."

"Welcome to Qingsong Primary School tonight's art exhibition event program selection performance site!

In this flower blooming, the most beautiful April day in the world, we gathered together..."

"I now announce the official start of the performance! Next, please invite the first performance, the chorus "Tomorrow will be better" performed by the third class of the fourth grade!"

At this time, the host on the stage had already started to announce the curtain, the soothing and melodious music sounded, and the scene gradually became quiet.

【Wake up your sleeping heart lightly and slowly open your eyes.

Look at the busy world, is it still spinning around alone?

The spring breeze is incomprehensible, blowing the heart of a young man...]

Listening to the ethereal children's chorus of boys and girls on the stage, meng lang's restless mood seemed to calm down slowly.

The healing power of human cubs is unparalleled, and Meng Lang gradually became intoxicated by it.

[Looking up for the wings of the sky, migratory birds appear in its shadow.

Bringing famine in the distance, news of relentless war still alive.

The white snow on Yushan Mountain burns the young man's heart...]

Looking at the immature faces on the stage, he couldn't help but flash the burning city, the screaming crowd, and countless helpless young faces in the ruins of the city...

[Stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dream, let me have your sincere face.

Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth ~ we will pray sincerely for tomorrow.

Who can ignore their own homeland and put aside the childhood in memory.

Who can bear to see his sorrow yesterday and take away our smiles...]

……

"Next, let's invite the second program, a children's drama performed by Class [-] of the second grade-"X-Men"!"

It wasn't until the host's second announcement that Meng Lang woke up from that inexplicable sadness.

Um?What did I just hear?
"X-Men"?
(End of this chapter)