My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 269 Brother Save Me
Just as meng lang was enjoying the gift from his brother, he was worrying about the gift at the same time.

The phone rang suddenly.

Rice is steel?
When meng lang saw the contact name displayed on the phone, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he guessed something in his mind.

"Hey! Brother Meng, I have some good news for you. Master Yan has agreed to go to the mountaineering meeting!"

Sure enough, as soon as the phone was connected, Fan Shigang's excited voice came from inside.

emm...

This is not good news for me...

Meng Lang had no choice but to complain.

"Really? That's great..." Meng Langyan said insincerely.

"To be honest, I almost gave up, this time I can finally have a job with my master.

But this is all thanks to you, Brother Meng!

If it weren't for the tricky tricks you gave me, Master Yan wouldn't have changed his mind. "

No, I'm afraid this has nothing to do with trickery or anything...

If so, "White Night Journey" and "Mengshi Chunqiu" should have been "Shan Hai Jing".

Simply do a chronological order question, and you will know that it wasn't that bitter trick that made Yan Weiwei change her mind, and your few drops of blood that didn't hurt or itchy were in vain...

"I'm so happy to be able to help... Hehe!"

"That...Brother Meng, I came to you today. Apart from telling you the good news, I actually have something else I want to ask you." Fan Shigang said a little embarrassed.

"what's up?"

"It's like this. Although Master Yan agreed, she also made a request."

"any request?"

"She wants me to be her partner..."

"Training partner?" Meng Lang was taken aback for a moment.

"Yes, Master Yan said that he hasn't practiced with others for a long time, and his martial arts are a little rusty, so he wants to practice with me this afternoon..."

"Hmm! There's nothing wrong with it, just cramming."

Although it shouldn't be of any use...

"That... I would like to invite Brother Meng to come with me."

"Huh? Why?" Meng Lang asked puzzled.

"I don't know Chanis Kungfu, why, let me be the referee?"

"Cough! The main reason is that the tone of Master Yan's phone call to me was a little blunt. It seemed that he was in a bad mood. He said that he was a training partner. I'm afraid that I will end up being a sandbag..." The other end of the phone laughed dryly.

"I was thinking, Brother Meng, you have such a good relationship with Master Yan. With you by your side, Master Yan should give you some face anyway, so you won't be too harsh."

So this is ah……

But... in a bad mood?
Then why touch that mold by yourself?What if you beat me together?

"You are a big man anyway, so big! If you can't beat Yan Weiwei, you won't be treated as a sandbag, right?"

"Hey! Then you overestimate me. In terms of seniority, I have to call Master Yan a master uncle. In terms of strength, I am more self-aware. Master Yan is one step away from the legendary dark energy."

"An Jin? Is there really such a thing?" Meng Lang asked curiously.

"Of course, it's just that there are very few people in the world who can reach this level. People with my qualifications may not be able to touch the threshold in their lifetime..."

After Fan Shigang finished speaking with a sigh, he said again.

"Brother Meng, the world is in an emergency, you can help me, and I will treat you to dinner later!"

Is it a matter of eating?

In fact, he refused in his heart.

With so many things at hand, which one is not life-threatening?There is no time to care about her turbulent inner world...

Um!Isn't it a volcanic eruption?

Go through the wind, take another turn, and the crater that you can't avoid?

"Okay, let's talk about the location..."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lang couldn't help covering his face.

Your subconscious is running your life, and you call it destiny...

At the moment of making a decision, the poignant and famous scenes on the cruise ship kept appearing in my mind.

Reason tells him not to go into this muddy water, but emotion decides the final choice...

Meng Lang was thinking.

What exactly does it take to be yourself?

Instead of letting your own brain become a racetrack for other people's thoughts...

……

Suzhou City, Huqiu District.

Red Ribbon Boxing Gym.

"Huh? Why are you here?" Yan Weiwei, who was dressed in practice clothes, looked at Meng Lang in astonishment.

"Hehe! Coincidentally, I happened to bump into Brother Meng on the way here, so we came over to join in the fun."

Fan Shigang explained with a simple and honest smile.

"Well! I came here to visit and study. Actually, I'm also very interested in Kungfu. By the way, I also joined the Wushu Lovers Association in my university." Meng Lang looked serious.

In fact, think about it, Yan Weiwei's military strength is outstanding, and she is also the honorary captain of Xiaoyu's guard.

With her protecting the Lin family sisters, it is equivalent to an extra layer of protection.

After all, one is a future scientist to be cultivated, and the other is a unique "author" at present. If any accident occurs, it will be a huge loss to him.

To achieve the goal of "United Front Against Night Demons", someone like Yan Weiwei needs strength, background, extensive contacts, can introduce "clients" from time to time, reliable character, trustworthy person, isn't it exactly what I need team member?
Um!At the critical moment, he can still block the gun for himself...

Sometimes, what a man needs is a little sense of security, right?

Meng Lang convinced himself like this...

Yan Weiwei stared at Meng Lang for a while, curled her lips and turned around.

"Fan Shigang, go put on the protective gear!"

Um!After confirming the eyes, it is indeed in a bad mood.

Taking advantage of Fan Shigang's time to put on his protective gear, Meng Lang looked around the boxing gym.

With an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, there is a boxing ring in the center, and there are many professional equipment for training around it. However, it is empty, let alone guests, and there is not even a receptionist.

"Why are there no guests here?" Meng Lang asked curiously.

"The boss is not doing well and is about to close down, so I borrowed it for a day. You know the boss, and his surname is Hu."

Hu?Hu Yifei?
"Well...that's really unfortunate."

Investment failure professional, this is...

"Unfortunately, some people have failed, it's a big deal to do it again, some people have failed, but it is very likely that they will never have another chance!"

"Uh……"

Hearing that there was something in the other party's words, Meng Lang asked tentatively.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood today?"

"It's nothing, I just had a quarrel with the old man at home."

Stretching, twisting the waist, stretching the legs... Yan Weiwei said with a blank expression while doing the warm-up.

The practice clothes she was wearing were a set of loose meditation clothes made of linen similar to Tang suits, which looked very light and flexible.

During the activities, it showed its amazing flexibility...

Meng Lang calmly withdrew his gaze from the opponent's waist and said in doubt.

"Arguing? Didn't you agree to attend that mountaineering meeting? Why are you still arguing?"

Yan Weiwei pouted.

"Why else, what did you say to provide me with information about my opponent? The result is either that this Xingyimen's boxing technique is advanced, or that Bajiquan's hard work is amazing. The inside and outside of the words tell me not to be brave, or just looking forward to it. I'm going to lose!"

Uh……

I don't know much about Xingyimen, but I'm afraid you really can't beat that Bajiquan, the legs are all discounted, hey...

Eighty percent of the old man really cared, but he just pissed you off unintentionally, right?

"You want to win that much?"

Yan Weiwei glanced at him, "I don't want to win, I just don't want to lose."

Don't want to lose?lose to who?Is it an established destiny...

Meng Lang sighed slightly.

"Actually, I can quite understand you."

Yan Weiwei was a little speechless, with different joys and sorrows, how could she empathize with her, she was obviously a guy who didn't know anything...

"What do you understand, what do you understand about me!"

"For example, martial arts shouldn't be hereditary..."

Meng Lang folded his hands on his chest and shook his head again and again.

bad habits!It's just bad habits!
It is a remnant of the feudal era!

However, Yan Weiwei who was beside her froze when she heard the words, and then turned her head with a mechanical expressionless "Ka Ka Ka".

"Who told you that?"

"Uh……"

Meng Lang finally noticed that Yan Weiwei's complexion was not good, and realized that he seemed to "know" a little too much...

"This one……"

Yan Weiwei stared at the faltering Meng Lang.

Could it be Begonia?No, Haitang is not the kind of gossip.

Yan Weiwei turned her head and looked at the man who was putting protective gear on her body.

Seeing Yan Weiwei looking at him, Fan Shigang returned a simple and honest smile.

"That... Actually..." Meng Lang smiled dryly and wanted to explain.

However, Yan Weiwei viciously raised her leg and made a volley kick. The broken hair on Meng Lang's forehead was blown by the strong wind, giving off a murderous aura...

"Do you know what I hate the most?"

"No...I don't know."

"I hate men who gossip behind their backs the most!"

……

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

"Ha! Ada!" "Oh!"

Looking at Fan Shigang who was kicked back several steps on the boxing ring and bounced back against the elastic rope, and then continued to be attacked like a storm, Meng Lang couldn't bear to cover his eyes.

Misfortune comes out of your mouth!
Fortunately, it didn't happen to me...

But now he finally understands why Yan Weiwei wears light training clothes, but Fan Shigang wears full protective suits.

The last time I fought with a group of gangsters at the bar, I didn't feel much difference between the two of them. This time, I realized why Fan Shigang always respectfully called Master Yan every time they met.

If Fan Shigang is a bronze, then Yan Weiwei must be at least a diamond, the two are not on the same level at all.

Yan's [-]-way Tan legs are not only leg skills, Yan Weiwei's kung fu is not weak either.

However, the main means of attack came from those long legs with amazing elasticity.

Different from the so-called performing martial arts on the market, Yan Weiwei's offense and defense are closer to modern Sanda.

The so-called moves and airs are more about techniques for exerting force.

There are not many redundant routines and movements, but only streamlined movements that test eyesight, strength and speed.

Especially Yan Weiwei's flicking legs that flicker from left to right, appearing like ghosts and ghosts, with a fierce momentum and tricky angles.

Not to mention the defense power, the attack power is absolutely explosive!
As long as Fan Shigang gave up his defense for a while and showed an attacking stance, a leg shadow would attack his weak point of defense with lightning speed.

Either Fan Shigang was kicked so hard that his teeth were bared, or he could only give up attacking and become a tortoise shell passively defending. There was no chance of counterattack at all. In the shadow of his swift legs, he could only be pressed and beaten.

The occasional false moves made Fan Shigang even more frightened, and his false strength forced him to concentrate on every attack from the opposite side.

Even if Yan Weiwei couldn't move her legs, Fan Shigang had to spend a lot of energy to guard against her ready-to-go kicks.

The sharp fighting skills made Meng Lang understand that the so-called "circle" in Fan Shigang's mouth was indeed fundamentally different from the so-called masters on the acne marks.

"The movement is too slow, and people can see the flaws at a glance. Is this what your master taught you?"

"I'm training my legs, but my lower body is still so weak!"

"Would you just protect your head if you don't care about your head?"

"Bang! Boom! Boom!"

The powerful whip leg still collided with the arm, leg, and chest protective gear like a storm, and was verbally ridiculed by Yan Weiwei from time to time.

Fan Shigang, who covered his head with his hands and was completely treated as a sandbag, complained in his heart.

He was accidentally kicked in his unprotected arm just now, probably purple.

There are also several legs that are directed towards the head. If he was not wearing a head protector, he would have given himself a concussion just now...

Brother Meng, how much face will I give you?
Why do I feel that Master Yan is completely beating her to death? !
How did he know that what he thought he asked for was a talisman, but in the end it turned out to be a hater...

But Fan Shigang was indeed a man, even if he was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head, he gritted his teeth and didn't say a word, and tried to fight back from time to time, dutifully being a sand... sparring partner.

After nearly ten minutes, Fan Shigang finally couldn't hold on anymore, he was kicked in the chest, and fell on his back on the stage. He couldn't get up for a long time.

"Stop, stop!" Meng Lang hurriedly shouted to stop.

She was KO'd if she didn't see it, and Yan Weiwei was still planning to "whip the corpse"!

If he didn't call to stop, Fan Shigang would really have to lie in the hospital for a few days.

"Stop what stop!"

Yan Weiwei panted slightly, but her sharp eyes still stared at her.

"Cough! Halftime break! Halftime break! Master Yan, you have to call 120 if you want to fight again! If you want to continue, you have to get your blood back, right?"

"Okay, Fan Shigang, you go down to recover your blood, your health bar is full, come up and replace him."

"Uh……"

Under Yan Weiwei's sharp gaze and Fan Shigang's expectant gaze, Meng Lang could only laugh dryly.

"I'm an ordinary person, how can you kick Master Yan?"

"Hmph!" Yan Weiwei snorted, perhaps seeing that Fan Shigang was indeed beaten up enough, or perhaps because she had vented a lot of anger.

"Rest for half an hour, come back later to continue!"

After leaving a word, he turned his head and walked towards the gate of the boxing gym.

Facing Fan Shigang who gave him a grateful look, he gestured for me, and Meng Lang quickly followed.

I can't be a sandbag for Fan Shigang, it's okay to delay a little more time.

Seeing that Yan Weiwei went out, she thought that the other party wanted to come out to get some air, but unexpectedly she turned into a nearby temple archway after leaving for a long time.

He looked up suspiciously... Baoen Temple?

"Uh... why are you going to the temple?"

Cleanse the hostility?

Yan Weiwei turned her head and glanced at him, "Go ask for a lottery!"

……

"Swipe! Swipe! Swipe!" "Click!"

A bamboo stick fell out of the stick.

[No.60 one lottery]

Yan Weiwei followed the signature drawing on the wall to find the annotation on the signature.

[The bridge is broken, the road is impassable, boarding the boat to manage the oars, and encountering a strong wind. 】

【Undersigned】

emm...

Meng Lang only felt that the air pressure around him suddenly dropped, making him even more depressed...

"Uh...Actually, not all temple lottery are very effective."

"This is the most spiritual temple in the surrounding area..."

rash:"……"

Have you heard all this?

So today you don't come here to hug Buddha's feet, but you really want to hug Buddha's feet?

Walking out of the main hall, Yan Weiwei exuded an inexplicable black aura, sat down on the stone steps, silent and didn't know what she was thinking.

Meng Lang sighed and sat beside him, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

"Actually, I know, I know that I probably won't reach the top of the mountain."

"Ok?"

Yan Weiwei hugged her knees with both hands, looking at the scenery in the temple courtyard with a little absent-minded eyes.

Although the Baoen Temple in Huqiu District of Suzhou City is not as famous as the Baoen Temple in Jinling City, it is quite famous.

It's just that the locals like to call it Beita Temple in ancient times, known as "the first ancient temple in Wuzhong".

Among the green pines and cypresses, there is a long history...

"If I can reach the summit easily, how could that old man agree so readily.

There are people beyond people, and mountains beyond mountains, of course I know..."

So you know?

I know you still come hard?

It's over if you admit defeat, you have to get back in a wheelchair...

"But I'm not reconciled, I'm really not reconciled! Even if the possibility is small, I want to try one last time..."

Yan Weiwei suddenly turned to look at Meng Lang and stared at him. "Can you understand how I feel?"

"I can……"

"You can understand a fart!"

rash:"……"

"How can people like you who are free and unconstrained understand my mood!"

Meng Lang said helplessly when he heard this.

"What is freedom? In this world, who is truly free?

Even these monks who eat vegetarian food and recite the Buddha's name, and pursue the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss, don't they still follow the rules and regulations?
Look at the people around you who are running around for daily necessities, how many are left with numb bodies without the blood of the past, but are still being coerced by the society and slowly getting old...

Does this count as freedom?

Most people actually die at 25, but are buried at 75.

Your experience, at most, belongs to this majority. "

"You were buried at the age of 75!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

If I can only be buried at the age of 75, then I should also belong to Mixiao Jiuquan...

Meng Lang sighed secretly.

"Even so, why do I have to be the majority? You and Haitang are not numb, right? There is light in your eyes, right? Why are you still free to pursue your ideals?"

Meng Lang thought about it seriously.

"Maybe... because we all have some special talents?"

"If you have me, you don't? I'm also called a genius!" Yan Weiwei expressed dissatisfaction.

"That may be because...you haven't worked hard enough? Think about it, if you worked harder before and reached that level of dark energy, wouldn't you be able to climb to the top this time?

After all, the problem is multifaceted. "

Uh……

Yan Weiwei choked on these words, is this guy trying to comfort me?
For a while, I became angry from embarrassment.

"Fart! I woke up before dawn and went to bed at sunset! It's okay for Haitang, do you have my effort?

As a salesman, if you stay at home all day and don't leave the door, is this considered hard work for you? "

"Of course, I'm still doing business at home. It's much more important than selling business."

"What is so important?"

Meng Lang paused.

"Actually, I have a dream to write a good book in my life."

"Writing a book? What kind of book? An online novel? Is the master or Platinum so inspiring?"

"No, what I want to write is an autobiography about me." Meng Lang looked serious.

"Your... autobiography?!" Yan Weiwei looked at him with a strange expression.

"People don't start writing their autobiography until they are in their [-]s and [-]s. You started writing your autobiography in your early twenties. How rich is your life experience?"

"Hmm! This is the special talent I told you about..."

"Oh! Even if I believe you, then writing an autobiography is considered hard work.

Do you want to write as inspirational as 'The Count of Monte Cristo', or as popular as 'Harry Potter'..."

Meng Lang thought about it seriously.

"I don't have too high expectations, but it must be at the level of the Four Great Classics."

This is also called not having too high expectations?

Yan Weiwei was speechless.

"Where did you get the confidence to make you feel that your autobiography can be compared with the four famous novels..."

"Believe it or not, in fact, the four great classics are nothing more than that.

Don't look at how many chapters they have, how many times they have, how ups and downs the plot is fascinating, in the end it's just four words. "

"Which four words?"

"Military master save me, sister save me, brother save me, Wukong save me."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

He twitched the corners of his mouth.

"So what about your book?"

Meng Lang chuckled.

"Brother save me!"

Uh……

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, "It's so awesome, I want to read it."

"No problem. When I finish the final draft, I will let you have a look." Meng Lang laughed.

"Then I would like to thank you first! If you are unfortunate enough to be buried before you finish writing, I will buy you a sign in the back and burn incense three times a day to comfort you."

Yan Weiwei curled her lips, pointed her thumb behind her.

Meng Lang turned his head and looked back.

In the Hall of Rebirth on the west side of the main hall of the temple, rows of memorial tablets are surrounded by smoke, solemn and solemn...

rash:"……"

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ha ha!If you really want to erect a monument to pray for "me", then here...

I'm afraid I can't put it down...

(End of this chapter)