My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1007 - 585: What I Miss Most Is Myself

That’s life, everyone has their own dreams.

And on the road to chasing those dreams, some stumbling blocks in the guise of "it’s for your own good" may force you to give up...

It’s hard to say whether giving up some unrealistic dreams is good or bad for you.

After all, no one can predict the end of the story.

Well... except for a certain someone.

After Han Fei left, there were only Meng Lang and a yawning waiter left in this somewhat secluded café.

Checking the time, there’s still an hour until Xiao Yu finishes school.

Meng Lang found a comfortable position, then took out his autobiography, and in this quiet afternoon, opened a new Chapter of his own...

"Meng Xiaolang’s Travelogue."

Hmm... the title is quite ordinary, but as the saying goes, anything produced by Xiao Lang must be a masterpiece. It should be an epic work that has a profound impact on the world, similar to "Xu Xiake’s Travels" or "The Travels of Marco Polo"...

Meng Lang looked at the title, providing narration for his biography.

The plain cover revealed no information, but the photo traditionally included on the first page was full of insights.

It was an outdoor group photo, willows swaying gently and sunshine bright, showing a much matured self with a big smile standing in the middle, surrounded by many familiar faces.

Xiao Yu, Haitang, Brother Biao, Ah Xing, Gao Yuan, Hu Yifei, Duan Xian, Zheng Wan, Meng Qingqing, Yan Weiwei...

Hmm, almost all important and reserve members of the organization are here...

No! Meng Lang suddenly paused, Meng Qingqing?

Looking at Meng Qingqing standing next to Yan Weiwei in the photo, grinning heartily, Meng Lang was a bit puzzled.

Why is she joining this fun?

This occasion... could it be that I recruited her in the future?

Although "siblings fighting together" isn’t a problem, this wasn’t in his plan.

Moreover, Meng Lang noticed there were two unfamiliar faces in the photo.

One was a stern young man, unsmiling, standing next to Xiao Yu, and the other was a little girl in Meng Qingqing’s arms, sharing the same carefree smile as Meng Qingqing...

His gaze lingered on the little girl for a moment.

Whose child is this?

Could it be that Meng Qingqing is already married with kids, and the child is old enough to buy soy sauce?

To be honest, they do look quite similar around the eyes.

Everyone in the photo seemed much more mature, and judging by Xiao Yu’s age of about fifteen or sixteen, it seemed like seven or eight years had passed.

Indeed, seven or eight years is enough for time to change things and to nurture a new generation...

Looking at the little girl, Meng Lang felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

In his impression, Meng Qingqing was still a mischievous girl always fooling around. Who knew she’d quietly become a wife and mother, giving him a niece all of a sudden?

But despite the closeness, this is a serious savior organization, isn’t dragging family members along a bit inappropriate?

Could it be that this little girl is exceptionally talented, and they’re nurturing the organization’s next generation of key members?

His gaze then turned to the stern young man around Xiao Yu’s age.

He looked somewhat familiar, but Meng Lang couldn’t remember where he had seen him. He was standing beside Xiao Yu, holding an umbrella for her...

Their relationship seemed quite good?

This guy... could he be Xiao Yu’s boyfriend?

Even though it’s not unreasonable for someone this age to be in a relationship, and Meng Lang wasn’t old-fashioned, but...

The thought of his daughter being taken away so early made his gaze towards the young man somewhat unfriendly, naturally carrying a bit of a protective father’s hostility.

He looks decent enough, but who knows what kind of person he is? Meng Lang was determined to thoroughly investigate this guy with his autobiography, from inside out, physically and psychologically.

Time reveals all truths.

If he doesn’t pass the "political review," then before he causes trouble for Xiao Yu, he might just have to evaporate him from the world.

Even if he didn’t ruin him, he might have to send him to Africa to dig mines...

Others might not matter, but Xiao Yu is the chosen one. Early love affects not just grades but the survival of human civilization, how could it not be taken seriously?

Having decided, Meng Lang firmly memorized the young man’s appearance in his mind before turning the pages to read the main text of the "travelogue."

[Life is an adventure of constant exploration forward.

We don’t need to feel regret for things that have passed, nor sadness for pages that have turned.

Because life goes on, and the future is full of infinite possibilities, even if there might occasionally be regrets...

The person was sent off that afternoon, and the funeral was attended three years later...

When I saw a report about a famous director accidentally driving off a cliff while racing on some mountain road abroad, ending not only their legendary directing career but also their dream, I was shocked and remorseful.

We always think that by relying on foresight, we can demand endlessly from destiny.

Always wanting this and that, or wanting others not to do this or that.

Yet, we overlook that the power of choice in life is never in someone else’s hands.

You can suspend his license, even revoke his driver’s license domestically, but you can’t stop a heart racing around the world chasing dreams.

The sorrows and joys of people are not common, nor are the traffic laws of different countries...

Since then, I’ve had more reverence for life and fate.

Unlike you, to me, life exists only in the present moment.

Everything else is either a fleeting cloud or an undecided outcome...]

Meng the wave: "..."

Han Fei... you little drama queen, did I force someone to die abroad?

That’s why they say people are stubborn; the more you don’t let them do something, the more they’ll find ways to do it.