My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 313 Experts Say It

at dusk.

"Mom! I'm back!"

"Xiaolang is back!"

When Yang Hui came out of the small courtyard excitedly, he was stunned on the spot...

……

"Haitang, Weiwei, come here, eat strawberries, you must be tired from the car ride for so long."

"Xiao Yu, this is the fried rice cake made by Auntie herself, try it."

"Thank you auntie."

"Thank you, treat this as your own home, oh! How can this little face look so cute, I feel kind when I see it! Come, sit by Auntie's side."

Meng Lang sat on the sofa and looked suspiciously at the enthusiastic Yang Hui.

"Mom, didn't you say that you are not in good health recently? Why didn't I see it?"

"Cough! It's just a little cold, I made a fuss, I told you not to come back to see me."

rash:"……"

A little cold?
"Your tone on the phone, if you don't know it, you might think you won't be able to get out of bed!" He cursed.

"What nonsense is that brat, ha ha! Don't listen to his nonsense, look, this kid has been filial since he was a child, and he's nervous when our couple has a cold and a cough."

Yang Hui glared at Meng Lang, but at the same time, he did not forget to sell hard.

Look at this, then look at that, and smiles bloom in the eyes.

I really didn't expect that my son, who is usually like a boring gourd, was so quiet this time that he brought back two beauties.

It’s just that I like all of them, but I don’t know which one to choose. It’s really a happy trouble...

"I'm talking about you, I didn't say hello in advance when I brought guests back, I didn't even have time to prepare to entertain them!"

"Auntie, we also decided to come and disturb you at the last minute, and we are causing you trouble."

"It's not troublesome, how could it be troublesome! You finally came here and stayed here for two more days.

Big cities are great, our countryside is quieter and the air is better, let Xiaolang take you around tomorrow.

Sit down first, I have stewed soup in the pot, and then I will fry two dishes, and I will be able to eat in a while! "

"Auntie, let's help too."

"No, no, no! Sit and eat fruit, Xiaolang, come out and help me!"

"what?"

"Ah for what!"

"Oh!"

When Yang Hui pulled the reluctant Meng Lang away, Lin Haitang and Yan Weiwei heaved a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

The two looked at each other with unnatural expressions.

"Is this where uncle grew up? It feels so warm..."

Xiao Yu raised her small head and looked around the small courtyard of Meng's family. She didn't know what she was recalling, and her eyes were slightly envious.

"It's a bit beyond my expectation. I thought his house was Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

Yan Weiwei picked up a piece of fried rice cake and stuffed it into her mouth, looking at the surrounding decorations with some curiosity.

"Hmm! I thought it would be at least heavily guarded..."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing out loud.

It's really that Meng Lang switches characters a little quickly in his daily life. One moment he is a super agent of a mysterious organization, and the other moment he is a hidden martial arts master.

Lin Haitang thinks that his family should be heavily organised, and Yan Weiwei thinks that everyone in his family should be able to fly over the walls...

At this moment, I saw that it was really just an ordinary small farmyard, and Mother Meng was also an amiable peasant woman, and I suddenly felt like my imagination collapsed.

Such a mysterious guy with such a down-to-earth family background...

This is really a bit unscientific.

Obviously he came from an ordinary family, so how did he get all his abilities?

"Look, Uncle's family portrait!"

The two turned their heads and saw an old photo frame next to the window sill in the living room, which contained a family of four.

Besides meng's father and mother, there was also a little dark-skinned girl with short hair standing beside meng lang.

In the photo, Meng Lang was still wearing that kind of rustic high school uniform. He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he smiled shyly.

"That guy looked like this in high school? He's pretty handsome."

"Huh? What is this?"

Xiao Yu suddenly picked up a stack of small cards in the corner of the coffee table in front of her.

There were lines of words written on the back, but when I turned it over, I found out that it was a picture...

Curiously, Xiao Yu flipped through one of the pictures of a beautiful young lady, looked at the words on it and read.

"Meng Xiaofang, the granddaughter of the third uncle's cousin, aged 22, graduated from a bachelor's degree, 163 in height, quiet personality..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

……

"Mom, what kind of soup is so delicious?" Meng Lang walked into the kitchen, picked up a cucumber and took a bite.

"Soup, what kind of soup, stand up for me!"

Yang Hui grabbed the cucumber and stared at Meng Lang with one hand on his waist.

"Be honest, what happened to those two girls?"

"What's going on, didn't I explain it to you? We went hiking in Xi'an two days ago, and we happened to come back together on the way.

You know, recently their city people always like to run to our countryside, looking like they have never seen the world..."

"Don't talk to me! They... just drop by?"

"What else?" Meng Lang said helplessly.

How else could he explain it?

Counting the grievances and grievances of several lifetimes, he felt that if he wanted to fully explain it, he might have to make a "Three Lives III".

The story is so bizarre and tortuous that even he himself can't stop making sense of it, let alone explaining it to others...

"Crack!" My mother was hit on the shoulder.

"Brat, are you stupid! If a girl is willing to go home with you, it must mean that she is interested in you! Don't you know how to seize the opportunity?"

Meng Lang covered his shoulders and rolled his eyes.

"Well! Mom, you have a good opinion, so which of the two of them do you think is interesting to me?"

"How can I see that?"

"Look, here comes the problem, you can't even see it, but can I see it, your stupid son?
So in the past two days, you will use your rich experience and profound wisdom to help me find out who is interested in me between the two of them!
When you see it, don't I know what to do? "

"Hmm..." Yang Hui was a little confused.

There seems to be nothing wrong with the logic, but what is weird?
"Mom, hurry up and cook, what's the matter with leaving the guests in the room, I'll go and greet them first!"

Taking advantage of his mother's daze, Meng Lang hurriedly shouted.

"Hey! You brat, I haven't finished talking yet!"

……

When meng lang fled back to the living room, he found that two big and one young were surrounding a pile of photos on the table.

"Hey! I think this Xiaoli is pretty good. The latter comment is that she is hardworking and capable. She should be able to live a life."

"I think this Pingping is better, the only child, lively and cheerful..."

What Xiaoli, Pingping?

"What are you talking about so much fun?" Meng Lang walked over curiously, picked up a photo, and...

rash:"……"

"Hahaha……"

Looking at the group of people laughing together, he was embarrassed and wanted to pick out a three-bedroom and one living room. He was really dead...

Mom, you are such a god assist!
I didn't expect that when I was worrying about my feelings, your old man was not idle.

The thickness of this material... almost catches up with a deck of playing cards, right?

Are you sure my mere few days of vacation are enough?

I sighed helplessly in my heart.

Experts say that you need to sleep at least 7 hours a day...

People who can't find time to sleep will find time to be sick sooner or later.

The same reason.

People who can't make time for love will make time for blind dates sooner or later...

(End of this chapter)