The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

"Hello, please sign for your express delivery."

"Thanks!"

Meng Lang took the carton with a confused expression.

Have I chopped my hands recently? Shouldn't it? The main recent strength does not allow it.

Could it be another "local souvenir" sent by my mother from her hometown?

"Tear it off!" He used the key to cut open the tape. Meng Lang was stunned when he saw what was inside.

What's this? a book?

I saw a thin, plain-looking black and white book lying quietly in the box.

Meng Lang turned it over curiously, and the next moment, he was stunned on the spot.

Just because the cover of that book clearly says "The Tragic Life of Meng Lang"...

Meng Lang looked at the title of the book carefully again.

Mencius' Meng, the wave of the sea wave, yes, it is his name!

The veins on his forehead throbbed.

Is this a joke that some wicked and smoking lord made on himself?

A miserable life? I feel miserable for you, uncle!

Could it be that guy A Xian?

It's unlikely. I haven't mentioned many things to him at all.

It's not him. Could it be that I accidentally offended someone?

Meng Lang resisted the urge to throw the book to the ground and opened the pages.

What comes into view is a photo of the author.

Wearing a hospital gown, there was no smile on his pale and weak face.

The key is to look at your appearance... Does it look like you are dozens of years older?

Meng Lang's mouth twitched.

It’s amazing to be able to do computer synthesis. This special effect costs more than fifty cents, right?

Resisting the urge to tear the photo into pieces, Meng Lang continued to look down with the quality and cultivation he had accumulated for 24 years.

[Once, my dream was to be a police uncle, but then half of my dream was achieved and I became an uncle.

Later, my dream was to earn an annual salary of one million, marry a beautiful mentor, and reach the pinnacle of life. Later, when I just earned an annual salary of 50,000, the beautiful mentor married someone, and the groom was not me.

So I understood that a person should be down-to-earth and set a small goal first, to join the Fortune 500!

…

I succeeded! I joined China Life Insurance and became an insurance salesperson!

…

In the end, I finally understood that you must never be down-to-earth in life. Just like Teacher Tony said, you must make money make money, so that you will not become a slave to money.

I borrowed money from relatives, maxed out my credit cards, and increased leverage to become a shareholder of China Petroleum Corporation. Then I ran into the 2018 stock market crash and became a deadbeat overnight.

…

After taking out three wallets, my parents pulled me out of the abyss. The price was that my retired parents had to start working again, and they instantly seemed to have aged several years.

…

After experiencing severe beatings from society, I finally came to my senses. I threw away the burden of my dreams and decided to guard a city, wait for someone, and spend the rest of my ordinary life with my wife and children on the bed.

That person arrived as expected, like an angel, illuminating me in the trough.

Love comes suddenly like a storm. The day after we met, it rained heavily outside and we couldn't go home. It happened that there was only one room left in the hotel...

I was sure that it was love, so I quickly held her hand and walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau with a smile.

The wind that day was so gentle and full of happiness.

Even years later, I still clearly remember the staff member who issued the certificate to us, reminding me to tie my shoelaces with a smile full of blessings.

…

At the end of that year, the child was born prematurely. He weighed 7.7 pounds and had type B blood.

There are fireworks all over the sky outside, as if the whole world is celebrating me...

Even the pandemic that broke out the next year couldn't dim my joy.

…

Eighteen years later, after an accidental car accident, I discovered that the blood transfusion given to her by the hospital was type A...

I thought that as long as I liked it seriously, I could impress someone, but it turns out that the only one I impressed was myself.

I drank a lot that day and after vomiting blood and being hospitalized, the doctor diagnosed me with advanced gastric cancer.

My parents could not bear the repeated blows, and they eventually died before me.

In despair, I took off my oxygen mask.

As I am dying, I would like to write this book to commemorate my tragic life...]

Meng Lang held the book and was silent for a long time like a statue, and then his expression gradually became distorted.

He slammed the book to the ground.

Feeling that he was still angry, he gritted his teeth and stepped on his feet a few more times.

"Don't let me know who it is, otherwise I will make a 72h No Misery on Earth .avi for you!"

Meng Lang, who was so angry that his liver ached, sat on the sofa and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water, and then suppressed the anger in his heart.

Meng Lang calmed down a little and then began to think about who he had offended. The other party actually went to such trouble to find a gunman to curse him.

Not to mention, this shooter's writing level is beyond the reach of anyone who has not taken the "Full Score Essay" exam. I almost shed tears when I read it myself!

Are you spending so much money just to disgust me?

What grudge? Did I eat your rice or dig up your ancestral graves?

Is it revenge for killing his father or taking away his wife...wait! Surely my innocent boyish body cannot be guilty of this, right?

Could it be that the merchant who gave me the negative review last month was dissatisfied?

Then there's no reason to know my blood type, right?

Revenge from an ex-girlfriend? oh! I don't have it, that's okay.

After thinking for a long time, Meng Lang went through all the people he had offended recently, but Meng Lang couldn't find a suspicious target.

And the more I thought about it, the more weird it seemed to me.

After calming down, he frowned, suppressed his anger, picked up the dusty book, and read it carefully again.

Then find a piece of paper and pen.

"My childhood dream was to be a police officer", "I have a crush on a beautiful mentor", "I just joined the Fortune 500", and I have "type A blood".

Meng Lang looked shocked when he looked at the four circled entries.

"all hit!"

And the time span spans my childhood, college, and society...

Who could be so familiar with me?

Unless...this person has actually been paying close attention to me since kindergarten?

Could it be the legendary "kindergarten wife"?

Is it just because I have forgotten the "eternal oath" that I made back then that I become hateful because of love?

Meng Lang racked his brains, but he couldn't remember whether he had set a flag to "marry you when I grow up" when he was in kindergarten.

But even if there is, my crush on the beautiful mentor is definitely a secret among secrets. Even if it is my best friend A Xian, I am ashamed to say it. This person can actually tell the truth.

This is not something that "kindergarten wife" can explain.

After thinking about it, Meng Lang picked up his phone.

"Hey, Dad."

"Son, what's the matter? Huh-huh-huh~" There was a sound of mahjong collision over there.

"What was my dream as a child?"

There was a lull in the movement there, and after a while, my father's uncertain voice came, "Astronaut?"

"What's my blood type?" Meng Lang asked again.

"...O?" The voice on the other side became weaker.

"Bah!" Meng Lang hung up the phone.

This suspect can be ruled out.

He buried himself on the sofa and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Who is this person...?

…

The next day, Meng Lang, with panda eyes, came to the company to check in and scan his face.

Then, without even entering the door, he wandered to the snack bar he often visited outside the company.

"Boss, one wonton, and another tray of xiaolongbao."

"okay!"

Soon, hot food was placed in front of him, and Meng Lang poured out the ingredients absentmindedly.

As soon as the food entered his mouth, Meng Lang's expression froze.

Too much vinegar...

"Alas!" sighed.

He finally realized what it meant to be "like a lump in the throat, making it difficult to sleep or eat well".

I thought about it all night yesterday and couldn't figure out the reason.

It's as if a pair of eyes behind you are secretly watching you all the time, knowing everything about you but still harboring full malice. It's an unbearable feeling.

"This brother, his face is not very good. Did he encounter any difficulties?"

At this time, a voice came from beside him. Meng Lang looked up and found that there was a diner sitting next to him.

This man is in his thirties, with a mustache, a suit and leather shoes, shiny leather shoes, wearing a "Longines", carrying a briefcase, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a warm smile on his face. It's easy to make people feel good.

There was a breakfast on the table, and it seemed that it was also an office worker nearby.

As for reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Meng Lang responded with a polite smile, "It's okay, I just didn't sleep well last night."

"Oh...Looking at my little brother's age, he must have just started working soon, right?

What worries you at your age is either women or work. "

"Yeah." Meng Lang hummed absentmindedly, not intending to talk in depth.

But in the eyes of the "old salesman", this expression is a proper "little lost lamb"!

"Brother, I've been through this before. When I was your age, I was struggling all day for a little salary, and in the end my girlfriend broke up with me.

Working a 996 job and earning a salary of several thousand yuan, how much money will be left after paying the rent, water and electricity?

After all, it’s not about money. A penny can’t help a heroic man! "

The man in the suit sounded sad, as if he felt the same as Meng Lang.

He tried this trick over and over again, and sure enough, Meng Lang finally raised his head and looked at him, as if he understood what he meant.

“After more than half my life’s experience, I have concluded that it is too difficult to get ahead on that dead salary!

So let money beget money, so as not to become a slave to money. "The man in the suit patted Meng Lang on the shoulder, then wiped his mouth, stood up and seemed ready to leave.

"etc!"

The voice coming from behind caused a smile to appear on the man's lips. When he turned his face, it was replaced by his original harmless expression.

"What's wrong little brother?"

"Say what you just said again."

"Which sentence? Oh! I said you should make money make money, so that you won't become a slave to money. This is what the world's richest man, Bharat, said. If you understand it, you can use it for a lifetime."

After the man in the suit finished speaking, he found that the other person's expression seemed a little different from what he had imagined, and looked very strange.

Meng Lang put down his chopsticks and looked at the man in the suit with a serious expression.

"May I ask what this eldest brother's name is?"

I'm coming! The results are coming!

The man in the suit showed eight white teeth. "My surname is Niu."

Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, he was overthinking...

"But everyone likes to call me Teacher Tony."

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