The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"So, I hate Chunqiu brushwork..."

The First Affiliated Hospital of Jiangsu University.

Standing in the lobby of the physical examination center, Meng Lang was quite confused as he looked at the medical staff and patients coming and going.

In "When the Meteor Crosses the Sky", his brother mentioned such a scene.

Just after his physical examination, he accidentally met Ou Lu, who was planning to watch the "Canglang Cup" performance, and had a brief conversation.

However, since the specific time and place are not mentioned in the book, it is difficult for Meng Lang to complete the "scene reenactment"!

After thinking about it, Meng Lang came to the nurse's desk.

"Hello, may I ask, is there a doctor named Ou Lu in your department?"

"Ou Lu? No." The nurse shook her head.

Not from this department?

But there are so many departments in the whole hospital, do I have to ask them one by one?

"I am missing two of the three elements of writing: time, place and characters. Next time, please give me the precise longitude, latitude and minute!"

Complaints are complaints, and Meng Lang also knew that this request was a bit too much.

After all, he wanted to find a breakthrough in his destiny from Ou Lu, which was considered a temporary idea.

If in a book you just take a picture of the coordinates and time when you meet a person, then it’s still an autobiography, I’m afraid it’s more like gibberish.

In an autobiography worth a thousand dollars, the number of words is not allowed...

What should we do now?

The hole you dug yourself must fill it yourself!

He took out his mobile phone, called up the time-travel "photo" he had taken with Ou Lu, and recognized the other person's appearance again.

For the current plan, we can only use the simplest and crudest person-finding technique...

…

Three minutes later, a strange young man stood at the door of the hospital, staring at the passers-by, especially the pretty girls.

That's right, the way Meng Lang chose to find people was to... just wait and see!

"Hey, hello!"

"what?"

"Uh... I'm sorry for admitting the wrong person."

"Neuropathy!"

"..."

I have to say that this person-finding technique is really simple and crude, but it just looks a bit stupid...

Time passed little by little, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

The security guard at the gate over there had been staring at Meng Lang for several minutes. With his eager eyes, Meng Lang, who was behaving erratically, was obviously included in the "key observation" list.

However, the target still did not appear.

Meng Lang raised his wrist and looked at it. It was already past two o'clock, and it was getting closer and closer to the start of the Canglang Cup.

"I knew I would have read the book before coming here today..." Meng Lang sighed.

It is really difficult to go from luxury to frugality...

Yes, he resisted the urge to read the update as soon as noon today and decided to give up an update and do an experiment.

We assume that Meng Lang's thoughts will not change after one day of "stopping" because he has not received future information.

So it stands to reason that "today's future" and "tomorrow's future" are the same.

So... will the next "self" appear again?

Did you jump directly to the next "self"?

By extension, at which trigger node was the other world line in the book born?

Whether I look at it or not, it is there, neither increasing nor decreasing.

Or will a whole new world line be born only if I watch it?

Think further.

Is there a necessary connection between me and my autobiography?

Does the universe have an end, does time have a length, where does the past time disappear, and where does the future time stop? Is the autobiography I see at this moment still the autobiography I just saw?

After successfully knocking himself out, he gave up thinking with mosquito coils in his eyes.

This kind of philosophical question that transcends time and space is really not suitable for ordinary humans to answer.

To put it simply, he wanted to try once to see if he could control the "superposition of consciousness" through "reading frequency" to control the rate of deterioration of his condition.

After all, practice brings true knowledge!

However, discontinuing updates will indeed make readers full of resentment...

Think about it, just by spending five minutes reading this book, you could predict the final outcome of your trip.

Maybe you don't even have to go out, just sing songs while blowing the air conditioner, and you can complete today's task.

What's the result now?

After waiting for more than half an hour under the scorching sun, Chu stood here like a pervert staring at the beautiful girls coming and going.

Even though Meng Lang was not thin-skinned, he was a little embarrassed to stay any longer.

However, just when he thought he might be in vain this time.

Suddenly, Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly lit up!

I checked the corner of my eye and saw the iconic tear mole...

She was right!

At this time, two figures were walking towards the door, talking and laughing.

"Xiao Ling, why didn't I know you were interested in performances by primary and secondary school students?" Ou Lu held his best friend's hand.

"Who is interested in primary and secondary school students?

Let me tell you, there are easter eggs in today’s performance! I went for the easter egg! "

"How do you know there are Easter eggs?"

"Hey! My college classmate is the organizer, inside information!"

"It's really yours, but where did this ticket come from?"

"Then I have to thank you!"

"What's the matter with me?"

"As soon as I said you wanted to go, Dr. Fang in the department was so enthusiastic that he gave me two tickets from his department on the spot. Do you think I should thank you?

Oh, it’s convenient to have a beautiful bestie here. You don’t have to worry about not having tickets to see anything you want to see..."

"You..." Ou Lu suddenly didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Just as they were about to speak, a man suddenly stood in front of them.

"Uh... this handsome guy, what are you doing?" Lin Xiaoling looked at him doubtfully.

"Olu?"

"you know me?"

"Yes! I know you." Meng Lang smiled and nodded.

It’s this way of understanding that’s a bit special…

Ou Lu looked confused. She looked at the person in front of her and recalled it carefully in her mind, but she had no impression.

"But... I don't seem to know you. I'm sorry, where did we meet?"

"We are fellow villagers in Wu City." Meng Lang deliberately revealed a hint of Beihu accent.

Ou Lu was stunned for a moment. Although it should have been a surprise to meet an old friend in a foreign country, her expression was still blank.

"Wu Shi? Sorry, I really can't remember. Are you..."

Meng Lang chuckled, "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, let's get to know each other again.

My name is Meng Lang, Meng from Mencius, and Lang from Hailang. "

Meng Lang felt very wonderful about getting to know the characters in the book again in the real world.

But Ou Lu still looked confused, even a little embarrassed.

After all, others called me by name and the place where they met, but I had no impression at all, which was a bit disrespectful.

One look at Ou Lu's expression, and Lin Xiaoling next to her knew that she didn't know the guy in front of her at all.

She is not as simple as Ou Lu.

"Hey, Xiaolu, this handsome guy has a very special way of striking up conversations." Lin Xiaoling chuckled.

"There are a lot of people here who want to pursue you. You are the first one to use fellow villagers to get close to them. You have done a good job."

rash:"……"

"Okay, handsome guy, although we are fellow villagers, it's not a coincidence today. We still have something to do. I would like to contact you another day.

Little Heron, let's go quickly, the car is waiting. "

As he said this, he was about to pull his best friend away.

Knowing that Ou Lu was usually most annoyed by people chatting up on the road, her "fly swatter" immediately played its due role.

"Uh..." Meng Lang was a little helpless.

That's right, his purpose today is very simple, just to look familiar.

As a former "patient", now a stranger.

Meng Lang wanted to understand why Ou Lu, a "specimen of fate", escaped from his original death trajectory. The most direct and effective way was to follow him, listen to his words and watch his actions.

Find out what the other party saw in Xiaoyu's "X-Men".

Only then did he use the wings of the little butterfly to try to use "Euron" as a breakthrough to save more lives lost in the siege...

"Hey! Wait!" Just as he was about to say something else, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and held his shoulder.

"What are you doing? If the girl doesn't want to, do you still want to force her to come? This is not what a gentleman should do!"

Meng Lang turned his head in confusion and saw a handsome man wearing a crisp suit standing behind him.

"Doctor Fang!" Lin Xiaoling shouted from behind, obviously knowing the other person.

You are the gentleman, and your whole family is a gentleman!

Meng Lang couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Who is this? There is obviously no role for you in the plot...

Well, it seems that I changed the "lines", so the little butterfly wings accidentally flapped over...

The extras in life are really impromptu performances, and they come out so casually...

Seeing that the security guard was already walking this way, Meng Lang sighed in his heart.

I obviously just wanted to chat for a few words, to try to be friendly...

"stop!"

Suddenly, a loud shout made everyone present stunned for a moment and looked towards the direction from which the sound came.

"Well……"

Meng Lang stared in astonishment at the 1.5-meter tall man walking toward him and the others in an aggressive manner.

Duan Xiaoyi? Why is it her?

…

Time goes back to a while ago.

"Dad, during this review, the doctor said that your body has recovered very well, but you still need to rest more, eat less greasy food, and not drink alcohol."

"Haha! Okay! I get it. People who have been through hell have already known the severity."

"Dad, congratulations, you are finally resurrected with full health! Hehe!"

"Go! This kid talks nonsense every day."

"Haha! Dad, let's take you back then."

"No, no, no, I haven't been to Laoqu for a long time. It happens to be not far away. I'm going to play chess with the old guy. You and Xiaoyi go home first."

"Can you do it alone?" Duan Xian asked hesitantly.

"What are you talking about, can you tell me?

I can walk and run now, so you have to tie my belt to feel at ease? Go fast, go fast. "

"Okay dad, please be safe."

"Call us if you need anything."

"I know, I know."

After watching Duan's father leave, Duan Xian and Duan Xiaoyi were about to take the car home when Duan Xian suddenly let out a sigh.

"Eh? Meng Lang?"

When Duan Xiaoyi heard this, she looked towards him and saw Meng Lang standing in front of the two girls, talking to one of them.

"It's really Brother Meng. That woman...couldn't she be the sweetheart that Brother Meng mentioned, right?"

Duan Xian looked at Ou Lu opposite Meng Lang and couldn't help but touch his chin.

"Well! It seems so. This guy has good taste. It's exactly what he said. He has outstanding appearance. I think he must have many suitors.

It's not easy to win over such a woman. "

"Huh! You're not even prettier than me!" Duan Xiaoyi muttered in her heart, looking at Ou Lu with some disapproval.

He didn't say it, but he was "rejected" by a man using another woman as an excuse in public. The arrogant Duan Xiaoyi was still quite concerned in his heart.

Even if there is no conflict of interest, women can still compete with each other in all aspects...

"Hmm...Looking at the girl's expression, she is obviously a little resistant and alienated, and this is at the entrance of the hospital, where people are coming and going...

The time and place for this conversation were not chosen right!

This guy, didn't I tell him not to act too hastily? "

Duan Xian's eyesight, just from his body and eyes, it was obvious that Ou Lu was not interested in Meng Lang, and felt a little worried for his brother.

When he saw Meng Lang being held down by a man's shoulders, he even said "Oops!"

"Forcibly raising points, and even encountering a love rival to disrupt the situation, this might just give the enemy a chance to show off! No! I have to take action..."

Just as Duan Xian was about to step forward, he was held down by a hand.

"Don't worry! Look at me!"

Duan Xian was stunned for a moment when he looked at his girl who walked towards the three of them without saying a word.

What do you think? What do you want to do? Just look at me?

"Hey! You..." I wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

"stop!"

…

Time returns to the present.

"Uh...why are you here?" Meng Lang looked a little surprised.

It seems that there are a lot of actors who have wandered in today...

Soon she saw Duan Xian not far behind her.

Only then did he realize that, by the way, Father Duan had the surgery in this hospital...

"What's going on?" He gave Duan Xian an inexplicable questioning look.

"I don't know either!" Duan Xian spread his hands and shrugged, replying with his eyes.

"Who are you?" Lin Xiaoling was a little confused when she saw Duan Xiaoyi's menacing look.

do we know each other?

Doctor Fang's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Duan Xiaoyi's small and exquisite appearance with delicate facial features.

Especially with this figure, she is a otaku goddess!

Duan Xiaoyi glanced at several people, showing his royal demeanor.

Although he is only 1.5 meters tall, Duan Xiaoyi used this glance to explain what it means to look down from a king's perspective.

She automatically ignored Lin Xiaoling and Dr. Fang, and stared at Ou Lu carefully for a moment with a hint of hostility.

He immediately turned to look at Meng Lang, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"What? She is the reason why you rejected me?"

That look, that look, the transitions are natural and harmonious, without any sense of disharmony.

"What?" Meng Lang was confused.

I? Reject you?

When did it happen?

"Alang! In what way am I inferior to her? Am I not as good-looking as her, or am I not as good-looking as her?

Am I not gentle enough, or am I not considerate enough?

If you don’t want the car I gave you, the house I gave you, or the position in my dad’s company, I will listen to you!

If there is anything I didn't do well, tell me and I can change it! "

Duan Xiaoyi was about to cry.

"I'm already like this, but you still say that you can't let go of that woman. Why! Why on earth! In what way am I inferior to her!" A crystal tear rolled down.

Everyone was confused.

The next moment, everyone looked at Meng Lang with envy and hatred.

yes! Why?

We also want to know why?

Everyone is like this, how can you still do that?

What you can't get is always in turmoil? Are those who are favored confident?

Not only was everyone confused, the person involved was even more confused!

Meng Lang was completely Spartan.

He very much doubted whether there was a cross-talk in his signal tower.

In fact, I am no longer me...

But in another "parallel world"?

Is there an inevitable connection between me and myself?

Does the universe have an end, does time have a length, where does the past time disappear, and where does the future time stop? Is the myself I see at this moment still the myself I just saw?