The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"This... this is not scientific..."

Looking at Hu Yonghua who was murmuring and looking absent-minded, Hu Yifei felt a little suppressed in his heart.

"Dad, you see I told you earlier, this is no ordinary expert.

Not to mention a quasi-professional player like you, I guess the same result will happen if a professional comes. "

Just kidding, Zhongnan Mountain is the best among all the heroes, and Meng's vaginal leg lifting is famous in the world.

Did he get the title of the best master in the world for nothing?

Although Hu Yifei doesn't have much experience fighting against masters, he definitely has a lot of fighting experience.

He knew whether he wanted to knock down many masters from the front or only when they were prepared...

The nerve reactions, eyesight, and body coordination are definitely far beyond those of ordinary people.

And these are exactly the key talents needed for table tennis...

Hu Yonghua could not refute Hu Yifei's words.

Even when facing professional players, he didn't get his head shaved like today.

After reaching the bureau level, it is even more "rarely defeated".

This young man really doesn't respect the old and care for the young at all...

"Are you sure...he is really not a professional player?" Hu Yonghua looked strange.

"I said he is an insurance salesman with a Chinese major. Do you believe it?

The most popular sport in the circle of friends is running with the park man, right? "

Hu Yonghua's expression became even weirder.

He is a professional and naturally knows the opponent's skills. It can be said that he has completely surpassed the level of ordinary amateurs.

And he's still so young.

Unless you have been practicing for many years since childhood, coupled with extraordinary talent, it is impossible to have such a level of crushing yourself...

Besides, when I met him not long ago, he was obviously still a beginner who knew nothing.

But today... he would believe it even if you said he was the main player of the national team!

Of course he suspected that the other party had preserved his strength at that time and was deliberately pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger.

But what is the picture?

Such a deliberate layout here, creating chance encounters and creating suspense, just to show off in front of you today?

Besides, my family members know their own affairs.

He just played a game with Secretary Li on a whim that day, and even his schedule for the day was changed temporarily.

He really couldn't imagine that anyone could create that chance encounter in advance.

But if it's a coincidence... that makes even less sense!

It's obviously the first time I'm meeting passerby A. How can I deliberately hide my strength and show off my upper limit after showing my lower limit?

The purpose is to create extremely contrasting characters?

Even though Hu Yonghua has been in the officialdom for a long time and can be considered a quick-thinking person, his head is still a little buzzing at this time...

This guy doesn't play by common sense...he can't figure it out at all!

But he didn't think about the "three days of separation" at all.

After all, it would be too far-fetched for a person who was just a table tennis novice not long ago to become a master of table tennis in just a few dozen days...

"Dad, let's not worry about your table tennis. You invited me to meet here today. Didn't you say you wanted to talk about business?

This was a discussion of poetry and a competition of football skills. They let people leave without saying a word about business matters.

I should have said yes first, don’t let me invite anyone else next time!

Even though you are the mayor of a city, I don't want to see you at all! "

Hu Yonghua rolled his eyes at his son.

"Who said we haven't talked about business yet? We've already finished talking about it!"

"Ah?" Hu Yifei looked confused, "Yes? What were you talking about?"

"That's why...I agree that you don't want to pursue an official career..."

Hu Yonghua shook his head and was too lazy to talk to him anymore, turned around and left.

In the song "Linjiang Fairy", people expressed their attitude.

In a competition of skills, they showed their strength.

After asking about attitude and strength, what else do you want to test?

Are you really going to test the credentials of this "thousand-year-old family"?

Let’s talk about whether we can test it out. The other party made it clear that he didn’t want to have much to do with me, and he helped the Hu family so much...

It's been like this and you still don't know how to advance or retreat to annoy others? This is unwise.

Some words say nothing, but they also say everything...

People who don't understand it are confused, but people who understand it know the three flavors.

The way of being an official is to stick to one point and not tell the truth once you see through it.

When we really have to wait for the truth to be revealed, that is often the time for the final showdown...

"Insurance salesman? Haha! It's really interesting..."

Hu Yifei looked at his father's back, shaking his head and leaving with his hands behind his back, feeling confused.

"It's inexplicable. This is..."

…

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Meng Lang, who returned home from Yipinju, searched for a long time and finally hung the song "Linjiang Immortal" in an inconspicuous corner of the study.

He looked it up and down and nodded with satisfaction.

The calligraphy is a bit ugly, but the key depends on who signed it.

If the mayor of a city hangs in the house, there is no way to ward off evil spirits, but the troublesome little devil can be driven away...

"Ding dong~"

Just then, the doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?" Meng Lang opened the door and saw Lin Haitang standing in front of him handsomely.

She was wearing black stockings and a professional OL outfit today, and she seemed to have just come back from get off work.

"Begonia? Is it time for dinner?" Meng Lang looked at his watch strangely.

"No, I came to you to talk about AI lawyers. Last time we talked for a long time, but in the end we didn't talk about anything serious..."

In the car the day before yesterday, Lin Haitang was made extremely guilty by Meng Lang's weird question about "old photos". In the end, she almost forgot how she escaped.

The AI ​​lawyer promotion plan that I originally wanted to discuss with Meng Lang was not mentioned a word in the end.

After struggling for two days, hiding like this was no longer an option. Finally, she had no choice but to knock on Meng Lang's door...

"You came to me...just to talk about work?"

"Then what else can we talk about?"

Of course, let’s talk about the relationship between us that transcends time and space and transcends friendship...

Meng Lang looked at her helplessly.

"Didn't I tell you? You can decide this matter yourself. I'm a layman, so I can't give you any advice..."

"You're the first to start, but you still want to be a hands-off shopkeeper?

Besides, although you are usually not very reliable, you are still quite reliable at critical moments..."

Lin Haitang seemed a little unaccustomed to complimenting others, and his voice softened a little later.

"Haha!" Meng Lang couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

It should be said that after twenty years, your trust in me is still unabated?

"Okay, come in." Meng Lang stepped aside halfway.

"Hmm..." Lin Haitang looked down at himself and then into the room. He didn't know what he thought of and coughed dryly.

"Ahem! I can't see. Let's go for a walk in the community. It's cool outside."

rash:"……"

Okay, I take back my previous comment...

…

There was only a little afterglow of the setting sun in the distance. Residents in the community were picking up their children and going home one after another. There was a bit more fireworks than usual.

The sky is clear, a faint full moon looms in the horizon, and the sun and moon shine together.

"The mock court test the day before yesterday greatly increased our confidence in the 'First Building of the Discipline Academy'. Next, we decided to let it participate in the national judicial examination in the near future, and even a public trial, so as to gain public recognition step by step..."

The two of them walked along the tree-lined avenue of the community, listening to Lin Haitang's soft whisper in his ears, but Meng Lang's thoughts couldn't help but fly to the distant future.

The inexplicable emotion that was deliberately suppressed suddenly came to my heart again...

[You are always pessimistic, just like when we started promoting AI lawyers.

You say it's easy to start, but it's often too difficult to persist.

A hundred people started, but maybe only one person made it to the end.

Today is cruel, tomorrow will be even crueler, and the day after tomorrow will be beautiful, but countless people will fall tomorrow night...

In your life, there is no heroism, only succession...

But I feel that there is only one kind of heroism in the world, which is to still love life after recognizing the essence of life.

Only by not forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.

So no matter what difficulties and obstacles I encounter, I will never regret my choice or succumb to fate.

As for...what is the "destiny" in your mouth?

Maybe it’s the right timing at some point in life.

Perhaps it is the most unexpected result among many struggles and futility.

Unable to design and capture…

"No!!!"

When your vision gradually blurs, your hoarse shouting gradually fades away in your ears, but the warmth coming from your five fingers is so clear, just like that day when we walked into the Civil Affairs Bureau together...

I think the corners of my mouth should be smiling.

"Thank you for being you, it's always been you..."

You said that everyone is actually a book.

Then I think meeting you is my most beautiful page...]

"Hey! Hey! Are you listening to me?"

The tenderness in my ears made me slowly come back to my senses, and the noise of the real world became clear again...

"Um...nothing."

"What's wrong with you? Why do I feel like there's something wrong with your expression just now?"

"What's wrong?"

Lin Haitang looked at him, "I can't tell you, but I always feel...a little murderous?"

emm…

The hatred for seizing your wife, with a bit of murderous intent... is normal, right?

Meng Lang stretched out his hands helplessly, trying to smooth away the vague ferocity on his face.

He finally understood why the unplanned situation of "ghostwriting" occurred.

Perhaps, being blinded by anger, the future world line...

It has long since lost its reference value...

He couldn't bear to think about what kind of brutal fight he would wage against the Night Demons after losing his mind, and what kind of Shura battlefield the world would become?

Looking at Lin Haitang who looked concerned in front of him, Meng Lang smiled.

"I'm fine, I'm just thinking, maybe you're right, some things have to be done by someone.

It's not heroism, it's succession.

No one is an exception..."

"Huh? What?"

"It's nothing. By the way, when you finish this period, let's leave for the capital. Then I'll treat you to a meal at the capital hotel."

"ha?"

Since conservative strategies have various surprises, it might as well be more radical...

The moment he made the decision, Meng Lang felt extremely comfortable, as if the haze that had been weighing on his heart for many days was swept away.

He knew that he shouldn't be impulsive, and his impatience would ruin his plans, but...

We all understand the truth, but sometimes the story is too provocative and emotions get in the way...

Just like we always want to look at something with a detached and outside attitude.

But in fact we cannot truly be objective.

Because we are the ones in the game and cannot really stay out of it...

He looked up at the bright moon that was gradually becoming clearer on the treetops, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

The moon above the tree is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart.

I have always been a spectator, but this person is a character in the play...