The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Parents, please sit down in an orderly manner and avoid crowding."

"Parents of Grade 2 and Class 3, please go to the left side of the stands and take your seats according to your number."

"Xiao Mengzi, look at the ticket number Xiaoyu gave us?"

"16, 17, 18."

"Here, here, eh! Hello, please bring me a bag of popcorn and two bottles of salt soda." Yan Weiwei stopped a passing vendor.

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

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

Too bad!

Why do I, a salted fish who eats steamed buns and fried dough sticks and only thinks about surviving until the end of his life, always have to bear pressure that I should not bear at my age...

Does this count as a passive "worry before the world's worries"?

"Uh...Brother Meng, are you here too?"

At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in his ears.

Meng Lang turned around and saw Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times before, sitting down next to him.

Following him was his wife, who was obviously here to watch the child's performance.

Wang Xianfu glanced at Yan Weiwei sitting next to Meng Lang and twitched the corners of his mouth.

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

"Yeah, what a coincidence."

He immediately turned his head as if not to disturb me.

My heart is already in turmoil, so don’t let me participate in any more parent-theatre intrigues...

If possible, he just wants to send an emoticon now - leave me alone!

Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang's "dejected" look, and the look on his face became even weirder.

"What's wrong with you? Are you listless when you come out today? Uh~ Kacha! Kacha!"

Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang and threw two popcorns 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 will be..."

The more you know, the less happy you become?

What does he know?

Yan Weiwei's eyes flashed guiltily, "Well... if you have something on your mind, you can talk to a friend. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in alone, haha!"

Well, it is true that if a person holds it in, he will really become depressed.

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

"Alas! It's not easy for me to talk. The trust between people... must at least be the kind of life-and-death friendship..." Meng Lang sighed.

Unsatisfactory things often happen, but they are no different than the person speaking. Only when you encounter this kind of thing will you know how difficult it is to find a suitable listener.

How many people can trust their lives like Xiaoyu?

"Well……"

But when Yan Weiwei heard these words, it had a different meaning.

Friend of life and death?

Is he mocking me? It must be, right?

She curled her lips and said, "Okay, okay, don't beat around the bush. Last night's payment has indeed arrived. I'll transfer 500,000 to you later."

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

"You didn't tell me when the money arrived? Wait! Why is it 500,000? Didn't you agree on 1 million?"

"You sell insurance and you don't get commission? After all, I'm also the introducer!"

Meng Lang was speechless for a moment, "50% commission, you have the nerve to open your mouth! The insurance company doesn't even blame you!

But you can hack me, but you can’t hack my money! "

This is money from the "Foundation that works hard to save itself until the end of its life and save the world at the same time." Are you embarrassed to talk about commission?

Do you know that you are holding back people all over the world?

"What is black! I'm keeping it for you temporarily. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Men become bad when they have money'.

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

Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.

That makes sense, but isn't this housekeeper's posture inappropriate?

"Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which will save me money every month." Meng Lang curled his lips.

With Yan Weiwei's net worth, she doesn't look down on a mere 500,000 yuan. Maybe she thinks she really has no money and wants to give herself a "cooling off period"?

But... men become bad when they have money?

Ah! Then I'm really bad.

…

"What's wrong with you? Is your face cramped?" Mrs. Wang looked at her husband strangely.

From the beginning, my face has been twitching non-stop. Didn't you have this problem before?

"No...it's okay." 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. I’ll transfer 500,000 to you later. 】

[Why 500,000! Didn’t we agree on 1 million? 】

[You sell insurance and you don’t take commission? After all, I am also the introducer! 】

[Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which saves me money every month. 】

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

Forget it last time it was in front of the elementary school, now it’s inside the elementary school! Can you be a little more charitable?

Wang Xianfu has already imagined a small theater that is not suitable for children.

He originally thought that the relationship between the two of them was that of keeping and being kept, and that the relationship between the spare tire and the scumbag was unexpected. The relationship between the two seemed to be more complicated than he thought...

As an introducer, you get super high commissions, and you also have to pay monthly venue fees to work for her. This rich woman is a complete industrial chain by herself!

No wonder people can afford such luxury cars.

But... this little brother is too much!

A million a night? It’s almost as much as my entire year’s income!

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

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

At this moment, a beautiful woman wearing a small suit caught Mr. Lemon King's eyes.

Although he was dressed very differently from last time and wore a pair of large black-framed glasses, Wang Xianfu still recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this one of the "spare tires" who was with Meng Lang that day?

From the way she was looking around, she seemed to be looking for someone.

Wang Xianfu's eyes lit up.

I’ll just say it! How can you always walk by the river without getting your shoes wet?

Even the master of time management has times when his program schedule is chaotic, right?

Could it be that this is the Shura Field that I love to see next?

If the two women fight, or if Meng Lang is beaten by two women in a mixed doubles...

Should I pretend to start a fight, or should I quickly pick up my phone and record a video, lamenting the deterioration of the world in the circle of friends?

"Hey! Why hasn't this started yet? What program is Zikai and his class scheduled for?" Wang Xianfu stood up from the crowd and looked towards the stage.

Under the noise he deliberately made, the beautiful woman's attention was indeed attracted. She looked over and soon discovered Meng Lang and the two men beside him, and then they walked towards here as expected.

Come on, come on, the show is coming!

Wang Xianfu looked forward to it.

"Finally I found you guys. I had a lot of work to do just now. I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no, the show is about to start. Haitang, you are here just in time. Come and sit down. Are you hungry? Eat some popcorn. I also bought you a bottle of salt soda."

Well……

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

Is this different from the script?

What about Mars hitting the Earth?

"Brother Meng, she...they know each other?"

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

Best friend...best friend? !

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

But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.

At this time, Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang without envy and jealousy.

It was replaced by another kind of gaze that looked up at the mountain.

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

But when you are so outstanding that no one can compare to you, others will only admire you...

"Brother Meng, this is my business card. Come and have tea with me when you are free. I want to ask you about your parenting experience."

"Well……"

Your use of honorific caught me off guard...

…

"Dear parents."

"Every teacher."

"Fellow students."

“Welcome to Qingsong Primary School’s art performance tonight and program selection!

In this April day when flowers are blooming and the world is the most beautiful, we gather together..."

"I now declare that the performance of the program has officially begun! Next, let's 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 begun to announce the curtain, soothing and melodious music sounded, and the scene gradually became quiet.

[Gently wake up your sleeping mind and slowly open your eyes.

Look at the busy world, whether you are still lonely and spinning around.

The spring breeze is incomprehensible and blows the hearts of young people...]

Meng Lang listened to the ethereal children's chorus of young girls on the stage, and his agitated mood seemed to slowly calm down.

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

[Look up for the wings in the sky, the migratory birds will show their traces.

Bringing news of famine in the distance and the relentless flames of war still present.

The white snow on Jade Mountain is falling, burning the hearts of young people...]

Looking at the young faces on the stage, his mind couldn't help but flash back to 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 dreams, let me have your sincere face.

Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth ~ offer devout prayers for tomorrow.

Who can ignore their homeland and leave behind the memories of their childhood?

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

…

"The second program will be invited next, a children's drama - "X-Men" performed by Class 3 of Grade 2!"

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

Um? What did you just hear?

"X-Men"?