The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

Not to mention that that night, many anti-missile experts and scholars from the Chinese Academy of Sciences in Beijing were alarmed and stayed up all night.

Meng Lang had a good night's sleep here.

In the dream, he and Lin Haitang once again entered into marriage...

"Why are you giggling?"

"Ahem~ It's nothing, I'm just thinking about how to communicate with my uncle later.

By the way, is this where you grew up, Haitang? "Meng Lang looked at the surrounding environment.

It was the early morning of the next day, and Meng Lang and Lin Haitang were walking in a community outside the Fifth Ring Road.

The community is obviously old. The mottled exterior walls of the buildings, the ivy climbing all over the walls, and the rusty roadside signs... all tell the story of the long history of this community.

Lin Haitang looked a little nostalgic, but soon the trace of nostalgia subsided.

"Well! When I was a child, I lived with my father. Although we reorganized our family, we still had a warm teenage time. Until the family business failed, he also started drinking...

Speaking of which, I haven't been back for a long time. Lin Haitang sighed with a somewhat complicated expression.

Meng Lang twitched his lips.

Good guy, if you count the time, it only took a few years for Lin Haitang's father to lose the family fortune that he had built by cheating the child Lin Haitang?

No, Huo Huo didn't say anything, and still owed a lot of debt...

He is simply a prodigal father...

"Then do you still have memories of childhood here? I mean when you were about five or six years old?" Meng Lang asked tentatively.

"Five or six years old..." Lin Haitang thought for a while and shook his head.

"I was still in kindergarten at that time. It's been so long, so I still have no impression."

"No impression at all?" Meng Lang asked again.

He is now a moderate scholar of biology and neurology. He knows that memory varies from person to person, but it can also be divided into long-term memory and short-term memory.

Generally speaking, memory belongs to short-term memory between the ages of 2 and 4.

When a child is 3 years old, he can remember some things from when he was 2 years old. When he is 4 years old, he can remember some things from when he was 3 years old. However, when he is 5 years old, he may not remember anything particularly profound that happened when he was 3 or 2 years old.

Therefore, real long-term memory should start from about 5 years old. Of course, individual differences and special events cannot be ruled out.

Therefore, he could not determine whether Lin Haitang's "amnesia" was a normal phenomenon or a human factor.

But even if the natural memory disappears, there is no reason to have no impression at all of certain things that have a deep impression and far-reaching impact...

"No impression...Why are you curious about this?"

"Ahem! It's nothing, just asking."

Lin Haitang stared at Meng Lang strangely, but his eyes were quickly attracted to the black suitcase in his hand.

Well...it's the kind that is rarely seen on the streets now, but often appears in police and spy movies.

It's the kind of suitcase that's boxy, and the addition of handcuffs makes people wonder if there are nuclear bomb buttons or illegal items inside.

"Speaking of which, you mysteriously said early in the morning that you were going out to buy a meeting gift. Is this it?"

"Ah, yes, that's it!" Meng Lang smiled and patted the suitcase.

"What's inside?"

"It will be kept secret for now."

"Uh... you are just an ordinary person you want to meet. You don't need to be so solemn. If you don't know, you thought we were going to carry out some secret mission...

I went to see Mr. Hu yesterday, but I didn't see you being so serious about it. Lin Haitang couldn't help but said helplessly.

No matter how you look at this suitcase, it must be the mission prop that appeared yesterday...

"Yesterday it was official business, today it is private matter. Can the importance and attention be the same?"

Lin Haitang: "..."

Seeing that Meng Lang seemed to really value this meeting, Lin Haitang couldn't help but give him a vaccination.

"I think you should not have too much hope. If you hope that by giving you gifts or something, he will be able to look good and communicate with you, then you may be overthinking it."

"This is wrong. If you find it difficult to communicate alone, it's often because you haven't found the most effective way to communicate.

And don’t you think that I am born with a face that is very pleasing to the elders? "

"hehe……"

…

"Boom!"

After the knock on the door, a full three or four minutes passed before the paint-peeling door was slowly opened, and a drunken middle-aged man smelling of alcohol appeared in front of them.

"Who is it! Disturbing dreams so early in the morning... burp~"

Father Lin burped from wine and rubbed his groggy eyes until he saw Lin Haitang standing outside the door, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Begonia!"

…

After a while, the two of them walked into this room that could be described as "with bare walls".

Not only are some clutter thrown away carelessly, but empty wine bottles and cans can be seen everywhere from the corridor to the living room.

A strange smell of alcohol mixed with musty smell kept getting into Meng Lang's nose, making him want to sneeze.

If it weren't for Lin Haitang's regular cleaning, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be a place to sit in the living room...

Meng Lang suppressed the complaints in his heart and looked at Father Lin, who was in front of him and opened another bottle of beer.

Although he has an unkempt beard and messy hair, he looks quite old.

But I can still vaguely see a hint of Lin Haitang in the face of this man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Lin Haitang's mood when he returned home was a bit complicated. It could be seen that the other party seemed to have started drinking early in the morning, and he couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart.

"Hello, uncle! I'm sorry to bother you."

Meng Lang's greeting eased the slightly awkward atmosphere at the scene and turned Father Lin's attention to him...

He looked sideways at Meng Lang.

Ordinary clothes, ordinary grooming... There is no appearance or packaging that social elites or successful people should have, and his eyes suddenly look a little unkind...

"Two days ago, Haitang called me for the first time and told me that she wanted to bring a friend to see me. Whose name is Lang? So he is your kid?"

Faced with such obviously rude words, Lin Haitang frowned immediately.

But he quickly realized that he was here today just to make that guy Meng Lang give up and give up.

Turning to look at Meng Lang, he smiled and saw that he showed no sign of anger.

"That's right, uncle, I am the 'boyfriend' Meng Lang that Haitang calls you!"

Hey hey! Don't add attributive words randomly!

Why did he suddenly become a boyfriend!

Seeing that Lin Haitang's face was slightly unnatural, but he still had no intention of refuting, Father Lin's face immediately darkened.

"Don't get close to me like this. Who is your uncle? Don't think that I don't know what your kid is planning.

Let me tell you, with my daughter's condition, how many young talents are lining up to chase her, no matter how good her looks and family background are.

If you work in a big city all your life, can you afford to buy a house?

Can you give her happiness? you can……"

"Click!" There was a slight sound of the lock opening.

"Uncle, I didn't know what you liked before I came here, so I brought you a little greeting gift. It's just a small thing, but it's not respectful."

"Gudong~" The sound of swallowing saliva.

After a while...

"Oh! Xiao Meng, you are so polite. When my uncle saw you just now, I felt that you are talented and in one word, kind!"

"Haha! Uncle, thank you very much. When I saw your uncle, I felt like old friends at first sight!"

"That's right! We felt like old friends at first sight!"

"Uncle, look at the matter between Haitang and I..."

"I agree! What age is this? You have free love and you are talented and beautiful. How could I disagree?"

"Thank you, uncle!"

Lin Haitang: "..."

Her expression was extremely strange, and she watched helplessly as things developed and gradually deviated from the original script...

At this moment, the style of the scene changed suddenly, from "you boy" to the friendly "Xiao Meng", from tense to tense, to happy and harmonious.

There is no other, just because the suitcase that has been opened in front of Father Lin...

Full of wads of cash...

Lin Haitang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

[It is often difficult for a person to communicate because he or she has not found the most effective way to communicate...]

so……

Is this what you call communication? !