The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"Little Lu!" Lin Xiaoling ran over and grabbed Ou Lu.

First he looked her up and down, then glanced around.

"Huh? Where is that guy named Meng?"

"Let's go." Ou Lu looked towards the theater entrance with a strange expression.

There, the man's back just disappeared from sight.

"Leaving?" Lin Xiaoling was stunned for a moment.

You were stalking me just now, now you just want to leave? Is it so straightforward?

"Sorry, sorry! I was just chasing my idol to get his autograph. Did you see my idol just now? Ah~ he's so handsome! That profile, that body shape, that voice... By the way! He didn't do anything to you, did he? "

Lin Xiaoling's left and right brains were still switching back and forth between chasing stars and reality, and her face changed so quickly.

"What are you talking about? This is in public. Besides, he doesn't look like a bad person."

"Xiao Lu, you are too naive! He didn't write it on his forehead whether he was a bad person or not. Even I was fooled by him!

You don't know, he is not a doctor in the hospital at all! Lin Xiaoling said angrily.

"But he never said he was?"

"Uh..." Lin Xiaoling was speechless.

It seemed to be true. Even when I asked him in the car, he denied it himself.

In the end, I just thought the other party was joking...

It turns out... I am the fool?

"But...but he pretends to be too similar!"

“With my medical skills, even if I am not a doctor, I am no worse than some ordinary doctors.

Besides, even if someone uses inductive language, if we don’t hear it, it’s also a problem of our own inertial thinking. "

"You...Ou Xiaolu! Whose side are you on?"

Lin Xiaoling's eyes widened.

"How long did it take for you to do this? You pointed your elbow towards this person and kept saying nice things to him! What kind of ecstasy soup did he pour into you?

Could it be that you were taken down just for one performance? "

"What nonsense are you talking about? I don't mean that." Ou Lu rolled his eyes at her and walked out of the theater.

When Lin Xiaoling heard this, she quickly caught up with him.

"No, Ou Xiaolu, he doesn't mean it yet?

Even Bai Fumei refused, pretending to be a doctor in our hospital, and prepared performance tickets in advance, so he deliberately approached you.

That's it? It doesn’t mean that yet!

Can you please wake up?

explain! What on earth were you talking about just now? Has he tampered with your three views? "

"Nothing to talk about. Just some academic issues in communication diseases. You, a gynecologist, are not interested."

Lin Xiaoling: "..."

"He's the only one here to strike up a conversation, and he took so much trouble to sit next to you. You told me that you two were talking about infectious diseases?

Ou Xiaolu, do you think your best friend only has breasts and no brains? "

"Okay, okay! Can you grow your brains and not your breasts?"

"This is worse!"

"We are really just talking about academics, why would I lie to you!" Ou Lu was helpless.

Even though she said it, even she didn't believe it...

But that man who behaved a little strangely... seemed to have come just to discuss academic issues with her?

"Why are you lying to me?" Lin Xiaoling glared at Ou Lu, "Then you must have a guilty conscience!

explain! Has that guy succeeded? "

"What succeeded?"

"What else could it be? Contact information, of course! He doesn't already want you to send a signal, right?"

Ou Lu paused when he heard this.

Thinking of the scene where the guy was snapping photos with his cell phone just now, his face looked a little weird.

"Didn't come."

"Oh! That's not bad."

"I mean, I didn't ask for it."

"What?"

Lin Xiaoling's eyes widened...

…

Theater entrance.

"Eh? Lawyer Lin, why are you here?"

Arriving at the meeting place agreed upon with Xiao Yu, Meng Lang was surprised when he saw Lin Haitang standing next to Xiao Yu.

Xiaoyu was carrying a small schoolbag, and she was still wearing the same black dress she wore for performances, and had already taken off her makeup.

But the look on his face at this time was even more surprised than Meng Lang.

"Uh...Uncle, you...are not together?"

"Together? What together?" Meng Lang didn't know why.

Xiaoyu: "..."

"Ha! There are so many people here, so it's normal to miss it. Let's go, Xiaoyu."

Lin Haitang glanced at Meng Lang, smiled seemingly indifferently, and then turned and walked towards the parking spot.

For some reason, Meng Lang felt a little uncomfortable with Lin Haitang's look.

"Xiao Yu, what's going on? Why did you ask your sister to come to pick us up?" Meng Lang walked closer and asked in a low voice.

Come to pick us up? You haven't seen my sister at all?

Xiaoyu looked at him speechlessly.

"I still want to ask what's going on. I gave you and my sister consecutive tickets. How can you watch the show separately?"

Continuous...consecutive tickets? !

Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

So, Lin Haitang has been watching the show just now?

Xiaoyu gave each of us a ticket with consecutive numbers, and then...

Did I exchange my ticket?

Damn it! Destiny, you bad old man is messing with me again!

"You called your sister here, why didn't you tell me in advance!" Meng Lang looked at Xiao Yu with a sad look on his face.

"Then did I tell you in advance that you have to take your seat according to your seat number?" Xiao Yu said angrily.

Meng Lang was speechless.

I was wrong……

"Uh... something happened..."

"Oh! It's better now, my sister must be angry." Xiaoyu said helplessly.

"Is your sister angry? I think she looks normal?" Meng Lang was puzzled.

"Absolutely angry! Did you notice that when my sister smiled at you just now, the right corner of her mouth raised?"

"Uh... I guess so. Is there any problem with this?"

"When my sister is angry, she likes to curl the right corner of her mouth. This is called a sneer."

"real or fake?"

"Xiaoyu! Get in the car!" Lin Haitang had already sat in the driver's seat and was fastening his seat belt.

"okay!"

Xiao Yu gave Meng Lang a wishing look, then climbed into the back seat.

Meng Lang helped Xiao Yu close the car door and was about to open the passenger seat and get in.

"Buzz~"

Watching idol mini leave in the dust, Meng Lang's hand that stretched out to pull the car door froze in mid-air.

rash:"……"

He looked up at the sky and confirmed one thing.

Xiaoyu...can really read micro-expressions...

"Alas!" Meng Lang patted his forehead.

Obviously, my weird emotional wave line has gone from crest to trough again...

[My love is too stupid and too naive...]

At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

At first glance, it turned out to be that guy Duan Xian.

"Hey! Do you still have the nerve to call?"

"I was afraid of disturbing you just now, so I came to ask about the situation now! What's the matter? Could it be that the trick didn't work well and you didn't get her?"

"Let's do something! Is this a bad idea you gave Duan Xiaoyi?"

"Well... although the idea was not mine, I think even if it doesn't work, it won't be counterproductive, right?"

“Whether it’s an effect or a counter-effect, that’s not the result I want!

I said, each of you, could you please stop giving me a ‘backstab’ under the guise of ‘assist’!

Can I just charge into the battle quietly and contribute my own strength to world peace? "

"What you're saying is, even if you want to charge into battle, you must have loyal wingmen!"

"But you, your loyal wingman, even got the wrong target. Why don't you just add to the chaos!" Meng Lang looked helpless.

"Made a mistake?" Duan Xian on the opposite side was stunned for a moment.

It turns out that’s the case, this is embarrassing…

"Ahem! I think that girl is pretty good too. If you make a mistake, you can just make it right!" Duan Xian said with a guilty conscience.

keep mistake? You said it simply!

You know every time I make a mistake I basically have to hook up with a brother?

The cost of making this mistake is too high for me to bear!

"Axian! In addition to living in front of us, we should also have poetry and distance..." Meng Lang said with vicissitudes of life.

Duan Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

Whose eyes were almost red with envy of other people's "meeting" when they were in college, and now you are talking to me about poetry and distant places?

"Gas prices are very expensive, and poetry and travel to distant places are even more expensive! I advise you to be patient for now!"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Meng Lang looked at the busy road with people coming and going, sighed, and then reached out to call a car.

"Who would choose poetry and distant places if they can live peacefully and contentedly..."

…

Not far from where Meng Lang got on the bus.

Liu Tao was struggling to carry a heavy camera onto a commercial vehicle with "Su City Radio" printed on it.

An intern reporter on the side put the things in his hands on the car and quickly came to help.

He complained while helping.

"Brother Liu, why did you say that Xiao Wu from our team was transferred away right away?

There are obviously not enough manpower now. One person has to do the work of two people. "

Liu Tao wiped his sweat and looked rather unhappy.

Why else? This is the leader beating himself up...

“The station’s internal manpower is tight, it’s just a matter of getting through this period.

Okay, stop complaining. You have to work overtime when you go home tonight. Cut out today's Canglang Cup film as soon as possible. The boss will ask for it tomorrow. "

"ah?"

Amid the wails of the intern reporters, Liu Tao got into the car.

But my mind has already flown to the email I received yesterday.

When he just read the anonymous information, he was angry inside!

How could there be such a crazy company?

Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?

With the keen sense of a professional journalist, the chain of evidence in the data is extremely detailed, and the historical black material is also well-founded and logically clear.

He didn't know who sent this information and what its purpose was.

But he could almost tell that this matter was definitely not groundless.

If possible, he would like to fly to the scene to investigate and verify.

However, after calming down, he had to consider some more realistic issues.

This is indeed big news, but his background is so strong that a young reporter like me cannot shake it.

I am afraid that my manuscripts will be rejected if they fail to pass the review.

Now that he is not welcome in Taiwan, if he gets involved in this kind of thing again, his job may not be guaranteed.

It will definitely not work through normal exposure channels.

We still have to find another way...

Life may be indispensable for leisure, but it also needs poetry and distance...

…

1103.

"Ding dong!"

"Click!" The door opened a small crack, and Xiaoyu poked a little head out of it.

"Xiao Yu, I'm so hungry. What delicious food did you cook today?

Uh... Xiaoyu, what are you doing? Let me in! "

"Ahem! I'm sorry, uncle, my sister said that I have been eating too much recently and today is a weight loss day, so I only have this."

Xiaoyu handed out a piece of stir-fried broccoli.

And a bowl of white rice.

rash:"……"

"Haha! It's true that Lawyer Lin is not fat, so why lose weight?

Then I'll go in to eat, and talk to your sister about something by the way. "Meng Lang was about to enter with the plate in hand.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yu blocked him again, he said helplessly.

"Ahem, the weather has been hot recently. My sister said that ladies wear cooler clothes at home and it is not convenient for men to enter."

Xiaoyu gave him a helpless look, then slammed the door.

"I……"

Meng Lang was dumbfounded.

The altitude of the wave trough this time seems to be lower than I thought...

Why, isn't it because we couldn't watch the show together that we were so angry?

To put it bluntly, I am working hard for you women’s freedom to shop.

To put it bluntly, I am protecting the future of chicken shit and unemployment in the world.

Can’t you understand the difficulties faced by men working hard outside?

After Meng Lang complained wildly for a while, he finally had no choice but to return to his room with a "bleak" dinner.

Looking at the pitiful white rice and fried broccoli on the table, Meng Lang smashed his mouth.

I want pork ribs and lotus root soup, and I also want golden egg fried rice...

Meng Lang took a bite of broccoli and looked bitter.

Tsk! Not even salt!

Miss Lin, I don’t know if there is a lonely sea in your eyes. Anyway, my heart is in a haze right now!

Meng Lang couldn't help but start to reflect on himself.

Look at what kind of day you are having today?

Like a fool, he was stabbed in the back by his own people, but he couldn't blame them for their "good intentions."

Now even the delicious food that originally soothed the soul has turned into a tasteless "weight loss meal"!

Even the daily benefits for men...ahem!

In short, if you take it alone today, this is a complete "tragedy"!

If I haven’t read a book for a day, I won’t be able to do anything when I go out!

There is a sense of deliberately targeting myself...

Something's not right about this!

Finally, he couldn't help but look at the study room with the door closed. There was a cardboard box on the desk inside, and there was a magical prop in the cardboard box.

"Open me~"

"Come and open me, open me and you will gain power."

"As long as you open me, you will know everything..."

It's like Pandora's box, seeming to exude such temptation all the time.

Schrödinger had a cat.

Meng Xiaolang has a book.

Schrödinger's cat makes people wonder whether it is dead or not.

Meng Xiaolang's book makes people wonder whether it has been updated or not...

Perhaps the moment it is opened, quantum mechanics will determine the distance between the two parallel universes...

Curiosity is the source of human progress!

"No, no! Hold it! The experiment cannot be wasted!"

It was undoubtedly an extremely difficult decision to make a break. Meng Lang could only distract himself by stuffing rice into his mouth like crazy.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the chopsticks were blocked by something at the bottom of the bowl.

Meng Lang poked again, and after confirming that there was something underneath, he pulled open the upper layer of rice with some confusion, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Braised chicken legs? !

Holy shit! And braised pork!

Fragrant braised gravy mixed with white rice...

Long live the Steward!

"Ouch~" Meng Lang bit into the chicken leg and tears filled his eyes.

Um! It tastes like a small cotton-padded jacket!

Following "Schrödinger's Cat" and "Meng Xiaolang's Book", there is a new "unknown thing" in the world.

That is "Xiaoyu's white rice".