My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 169 Gifts
The gate of Qingsong Primary School.

"I only guessed the beginning, but not the ending..."

Meng Lang put away his phone and couldn't help expressing his inner feelings.

Wang Zhaoping just told him the follow-up of the "Apple" incident through Fetion.

He knew that the murderer was a brat, but he never expected that a slight flap of his butterfly wings would cause a family moral tragedy?
Although I don't know the final outcome of that brat, but visually, he can only sleep on his stomach for the past two days...

A tragedy caused by an apple, not avoided, but transferred...

Gouzi was just kidnapped yesterday, and today the family members have reduced their staff by 2 more people. May I ask Director Zhang for his psychological shadow area?

But meng lang had no sympathy for them at all.

The so-called is not a family, if you don't enter a family, just look at the arrogant and domineering appearance of the couple on weekdays, and you will know what kind of virtue the education level will be.

Even if you dare to throw it down on the 18th floor, even if you don't hit the children, what if you hit the flowers and plants?
Fortunately, this kind of brat hit his own mother this time and didn't cause trouble to other people's families, otherwise Meng Lang wouldn't feel sorry for him when he was in jail.

He originally wanted the other party to refuse to admit it, so he handed over the video he just shot to Wang Zhaoping as ironclad evidence, and he had to teach the other party a hard lesson no matter what!

But now it seems that the issue of social security has suddenly turned into a dispute within the family, so the video is obviously useless.

Save Meng Lang for another excuse.

After all, looking up at the starry sky can also be attributed to personal hobbies. Isn’t it too much to record videos in advance?

But now that I think about it, this Director Zhang's family really knows how to do things.

In the updates of these few episodes, why are you everywhere.

If this is a game, you can be regarded as a "high-frequency NPC family" with a very high appearance rate.

Hmm... the casualties are a bit heavy now...

"With such an ending, he should have less regret..."

Isn't the most precious thing in life a chance to leave no regrets?
Meng Lang quietly looked at the bustling parents picking up and dropping off their children, his eyes were a little deep.

It was only a short time since I received the courier, but my heart seemed to have experienced centuries, and I felt extremely long.

Every day is like the end of the world, so much so that I, a fisherman, is forced to live like a race against time...

He only now fully understood that sentence.

The more you know, the more ignorant you find yourself.

Reading too many books is sometimes an annoyance...

"Uncle!"

When meng lang came back to his senses, he saw xiao yu, who was carrying a small schoolbag, trotting excitedly from the school gate to him with two braids on his back.

As soon as a smile appeared on the corner of Meng Lang's mouth, he was suddenly taken aback, and then looked at Xiao Yu for a while.

Twin ponytails, with cute panda hairpins, and some curls at the end.

She wore a knee-length skirt, a small shirt, and a ribbon knot on the collar.

Although Xiaoyu's clothes were cute in the past, they were generally relatively simple and simple. Today's style of painting is obviously recharged...

Is it so cute?
"Uh...Xiao Yu, the way you are dressed today..."

When Xiao Yu heard this, her little face suddenly collapsed.

"Oh! It's hard to describe..."

The two explained as they walked, and it was only then that Meng Lang realized that Yan Weiwei had become addicted since watching Xiao Yu's performance that day.

I bought a bunch of clothes the next day, and I had to grab Xiao Yu to give her a concave shape, and I couldn't refuse.

This set is fairly ordinary, and there are more exaggerated ones, such as princess dresses, puppet outfits, and sailor suits, all in one set.

It's all about dressing up Xiaoyu according to the posture of playing with a doll...

"Pfft! What about puppet costumes?" Meng Lang couldn't help laughing.

Sure enough, it was the "Tricking Me to Have a Daughter Series".

Yan Weiwei is afraid that some kind of strange switch has been turned on?
"Uncle, you're still laughing, I came on stage dressed like that for you, and it's too much to gloat!" Xiao Yu pouted.

"Cough!" Meng Lang hurriedly coughed dryly.

"But I think it's very good, not to mention, Xiaoyu, your outfit is completely a fairy filter, so cute at the elementary school level!

Although Yan Weiwei is a bit unreliable, but the aesthetics are worthy of recognition! "

"Really?"

"Of course, alas! God is so unfair, even if he gave you talent, he didn't miss out on being cute."

Sailor suit... I really want to see it...

"Hahaha!" Xiao Yu laughed out loud at being teased.

"By the way, uncle, I have some good news for you. We are going to participate in the 'Canglang Cup' performance the day after tomorrow!"

"Really..." Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, a little moved.

Thinking of how Xiao Yu was studying the script while eating, she can know how hard she worked during that time.

Maybe it's because of the lack of love since childhood.

Even if he just feels a little bit of warmth in this world, this little guy is doing his best to repay the world...

Seeing Xiao Yu's expectant face, Meng Lang couldn't help but smiled and patted her little head.

"As expected of Master Xiaoyu, you have been of great help!"

"Hee hee!" Hearing Meng Lang's words, Xiao Yu's smile became even brighter.

Looking at the innocent Xiaoyu with a bright smile in front of him, Meng Lang's confusion about the way forward disappeared at this moment.

I am afraid that the truth is endless, and every inch of progress brings joy!

Afraid of the end of the world, I am Noah's Ark myself!
"Master Xiao Yu's great kindness can't be repaid, so how about it, why don't I give you a gift?"

"what gift?"

"A new world without gunpowder smoke, blue and clean."

"???"

……

1103.

As soon as they entered the door, Meng Lang and Xiao Yu could smell the aroma of food.

"Huh? Sister is back!" Xiao Yu's eyes lit up.

After all, Yan Weiwei and the kitchen are insulators.

Sure enough, Lin Haitang, wearing an apron, walked out of the kitchen carrying a casserole.

Her hair was simply coiled up, and she hadn't had time to change out of her business attire, as if she had just returned.

"I'm home?"

When looking at Meng Lang, Lin Haitang's gaze was slightly unnatural.

"Go and wash your hands, let's eat." Lin Haitang said and began to set the table and chopsticks.

"Hehe! Lawyer Lin is quite early today." Meng Lang had nothing to say.

"Ok!"

"Have you been busy with work recently?"

"good."

"What are you cooking today so delicious?"

"Egg fried rice."

1, 2, 3, three sentences add up to six words.

Meng Lang scratched his head.

It seems that the fact that I "prefer the law" affects my feelings...

He couldn't figure out why every time the two of them had a little ambiguity and seemed to have made some progress, Lin Haitang always suddenly acted very cold, with a look of rejection.

Then within two days, the relationship between the two parties returned to its original state, neither far nor near, neither salty nor dull.

It made him doubt whether he and the other party were official CPs.

Other people's emotional line is a smooth rising curve, why is mine a wavy line?
It's outrageous!
But compared to this, what Meng Lang cared more about was Lin Haitang's "speciality".

In the last episode, I tried it again, this time the subject of the experiment was Meng Qingqing.

As a biological sister, she is a direct blood relative, and her blood type matches and she is not adopted, but this autobiography is still dismissive.

So far, Lin Haitang is still the only "writer".

This is a bit surprising.

Then the problem is coming.

What is it about Lin Haitang that makes the autobiography "differentiated"?
Or, is there some similarity between him and Lin Haitang, and this similarity is the key to "recognition" from the autobiography?

Meng Lang looked at the busy Lin Haitang thoughtfully.

Known Lin Haitang: Female, 2?age,?family, height 16? ,weight? ? ? .

blood type:? ? ?date of birth? ? ? ...

Uh……

Well, Meng Lang suddenly realized that he knew very little about Lin Haitang.

After all, they were full of plans, and the two had known each other for less than a month.

There is so little information that it is impossible to judge what is special about Lin Haitang.

It seems that I have to find a way to get to know each other...

Meng Lang was a little absorbed in his thoughts, and Lin Haitang, who had been stared at by him, felt a little uncomfortable.

"Cough! I'm going to change clothes."

"Bang!" The bedroom door was closed.

Meng Lang looked back with regret, and suddenly saw Xiao Yu who was serving a meal, so he couldn't help but lean over.

"Xiaoyu, let me ask you something."

"what's up?"

"Is there anything special about your sister compared to ordinary people?"

"Very special?" Xiao Yu tilted her head and thought about it.

"Very pretty?"

rash:"……"

If this book also depends on its appearance...

Do not!Judging by my appearance, I probably won't be selected...

Orz!

"Crack!" At this moment, the door was opened, with a key board hanging on it, as if the charter woman who had just returned from renting came in excitedly.

"Hey! Have you heard that a big incident happened in our community today!"

"What big event?"

"I heard that a brat threw an apple from the 18th floor, and guess what?

Hahahaha... You must not have imagined, ah ha ha ha... goose goose..."

Yan Weiwei hugged her stomach and collapsed on the sofa with a smile.

Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei who was laughing and screaming in silence.

There is this kind of person who has a super low laugh and likes to tell jokes.

As a result, when telling a joke, I laughed like a dog first, causing the joke to completely lose its soul...

"In the end, it hit his own mother, and his own father beat him half to death."

"Goose!" The laughter stopped abruptly.

"You can guess this?" Yan Weiwei widened her eyes and immediately realized it.

"Oh! You also went to watch the fun?"

"Not only to watch the fun, but I also have a high degree of participation."

Yan Weiwei couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"When someone throws an apple and hits his own mother, how can you participate?

Why don't you say that you planned this case? "

Hmm... your intuition is still as keen as ever...

……

"Aww! That's awesome!"

Yan Weiwei used the posture of a vicious dog to pounce on the food, "kuang kuang kuang" pulling the fried rice with eggs in the bowl.

Meng Lang on the other side was not slow in eating either.

Even as a senior rice party, Meng Lang had to admit that this egg fried rice fully reflected the level of a master!

The eggs evenly cover every grain of rice, and the color is very uniform, without being too tender or too old, which makes the whole bowl of rice appear an attractive golden color.

The softness of the rice is just right, the ratio of seasoning is right, the oil, rice, and eggs are well mixed, and the soft and tender eggs wrap the elastic rice, which is an all-round enjoyment for the tongue.

The fragrance of chopped green onion and the mixed aroma of eggs and rice make people have an unstoppable appetite.

While eating, I couldn't help but sigh.

It’s such a blessing to have a meal with a partner and realize the freedom of meals...

It's no wonder my brother couldn't stand the temptation, this culinary skill has firmly grasped my stomach...

"One more bowl!" X2
"Huh?" X2
The eyes of Meng Lang and Yan Weiwei collided in the air, sparking fiercely.

"You've already eaten two bowls, and you still eat! Aren't you afraid of getting fat?"

"Don't worry about it, people who practice martial arts eat a lot, no matter how much they eat, they are not afraid of affecting their figure!
But you, eat so much, be careful of indigestion! "

Huh?What the other party said makes sense!

Meng Lang suddenly remembered that his tired stomach was completely incomparable to the big stomach king opposite him, but he couldn't stand the torment of overeating.

My life matters, my life matters!
I could only reluctantly put down my chopsticks, filled a bowl of light seaweed soup, and watched the other party smiling triumphantly while sucking.

"Hee hee! My sister's egg fried rice is delicious, isn't it? My sister used to make it for me as soon as she came home, and I could eat a big pot every time." Xiaoyu said to sister Xiu with a proud face.

"Hmm! This egg fried rice has three flavors in the rice. By the way, where did Lawyer Lin learn his cooking skills?"

Meng Lang thought of his mission and asked seemingly casually.

It's too abrupt to ask directly, so it's always okay to ask around, right?

"It was taught by my father." Lin Haitang said calmly, taking a bite of his rice.

"Uh..." Meng Lang froze for a moment.

Father?I thought it was an alcoholic, but no...

A warm picture of his father teaching his little padded jacket to cook with a loving face appeared in Meng Lang's mind...

That's right, it wasn't a sudden change, where is the father who was faint from the beginning?

Thinking about it, Lin Haitang's feelings for his father are probably extremely complicated, so that's why he endured the other party's endless demands...

But if you accidentally mentioned someone's sadness, how can you talk about it next?
Didn't see Xiao Yu, are they all watching there like quails now?

Before the topic got too deep, Meng Lang got stuck with a single question, and he was a bit muggle about what to say to ease the atmosphere, which made him so depressed.

"Goose!" Yan Weiwei, who ate another bowl of rice, burped.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit weird, she rolled her eyes.

"Little Mencius, how is your driver's license test going?"

Meng Lang didn't understand what she meant, but he quickly changed the topic along the way.

"Subject two is still a few days away, but it shouldn't be a big problem."

There is a rigid interval between each exam, so you can't get in the queue.

"So, don't you drive tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Sensing the danger, Meng Lang became vigilant.

"Duang!" Sure enough, another two bottles of Moutai were slapped on the table, Yan Weiwei looked at him with a smile, and hooked her fingers.

"Tonight, come and have a drink."

This guy is so wicked!
Meng Lang rolled his eyes in his heart.

With the unstoppable stubborn temper and perseverance of these nine bulls, it is no wonder that he is suitable for martial arts.

But... after glancing at Lin Haitang quietly, he suddenly had an idea.

"Okay! But what's the point of just drinking! Let's play some more interesting games and drink if you lose."

"Huh? What do you want to play?" Yan Weiwei looked wary.

"Don't worry, this game is absolutely fair. It is not only fun, but also promotes friendship and deepens mutual understanding.

Those who have never played are not considered true friends! "

"What game?"

"Hey!" Meng Lang chuckled...

(End of this chapter)