My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1016 - 590: A Solid Psychological Defense

When he drove back home, it was almost ten at night.

Upon entering 1103, he discovered that the little one had fallen asleep at some point.

The kitchen was cleaned up, and thoughtfully two portions of food and utensils were left on the table with a note, instructing them to heat it up when they returned...

"Ah! Girls are really considerate..."

Meng Lang couldn’t help but appreciate the warmth of the thoughtful "little cotton-padded jacket."

Just as he devoured the meal in a ravenous whirlwind, his phone suddenly rang; it was Duan Xian calling.

"Hey! What’s up so late?"

He lazily lounged on the sofa, finding a comfortable position for himself.

Hmm... with such a big house, Xiao Yu must be scared living alone. Let’s sleep here tonight...

"Ah Lang, let me tell you, I just got a part in a show, and I’m playing the male lead this time!" The voice on the other end was quite excited.

"That’s it? Never mind, I’m going to sleep, it’s been a long day..."

"Hey, hey, hey! What’s up with you, this is the first time in my life I’m the main character!

Besides, this is a big production, the investment is no less than ’Pegasus,’ and my salary is astronomical! Aren’t you a bit surprised?"

Surprised? From the producer to the director, from the scriptwriter to the main cast, I organized it all!

What’s there to be surprised about?

"’Magic City Fortress,’ right?"

Duan Xian: "..."

Duan Xian was stunned on the other end for quite a while.

"Damn! How do you know again? Be honest, what’s your relationship with Lingjing Media? I just heard the news from my agent ten minutes ago!"

What relationship?

Founder? Technology supplier?

The biggest shareholder is my lackey, the second biggest shareholder is always drooling over me, crying and pleading to entrust her daughter to me...

With so many connections, which one should I tell you?

"Wait a minute! This male lead role, did you arrange it for me again?" Duan Xian seemed to be catching on.

The way he debuted with "Misaligned Space-Time" and became a signed artist with Lingjing Media was almost all connected to Meng Lang.

This time... could it be that he was arranged again?

Why does it feel more and more like he’s just a tool?

"What nonsense are you talking about, Lingjing Media only has one signed artist like you, if not you for the male lead then who?

I just got a bit of early information, saying your company is planning a remake of ’Magic City Fortress’ again.

Is it that hard to piece together with all these clues?"

"Really? Forget it, it’s not important, I... ’Ahhh~~~’"

A sharp female scream suddenly shrieked from afar to near on the other end, making Meng Lang grimace, quickly moving the phone’s earpiece away.

What the heck? You’re watching a horror movie so late?

"Ah~ Bro! I heard your crew is looking for Zhao Ge to be a special guest actor, is that true? Then won’t you be able to perform on the same stage as Zhao Ge? Ah~ That’s great! Then can I ask for an autograph? No! Can I visit the set? Wait, can I even take a photo with him? Ahhh~~~ Bro, I love you to death~~ Let go! Let go! Mud, get lost! Bang!"

After a bout of chaos, the sound of a door slamming shut was heard, followed by Duan Xian’s helpless complaint.

"Xiao Yi, that guy, was indifferent when she heard her brother was playing the male lead, but went crazy the moment Zhao Ge’s name was mentioned, I don’t even know who the real brother is..."

"Hehe... chasing stars, I actually think your sister has good taste..." Meng Lang commented with a meaningful smile.

Yes, the special guest actor Zhao Ge was naturally arranged in secret by Meng Lang through Gao Yuan.

Even though it’s just a cameo role, it was Meng Lang’s first step to approach the opponent.

Not long ago, the trip to Silent Hill had already verified the power of Xiao Yu + Brainwave Amplifier, enough to crushingly brainwash lower-level clans below the "One Group" level.

So the "Pandora Plan" can naturally move into the next phase...

Among the known clans, Zhao Ge is undoubtedly a somewhat special "enemy."

Apart from his tragic background and the melancholy coloring, as a Singer, Zhao Ge possesses special soundwave skills, therefore he had always served as an intelligence liaison officer for the Night Demon Clan.

Anyone who’s watched espionage films knows this kind of role requires a lot of contact with both superior and subordinate lines.

Even in Meng Lang’s speculation, he was very likely the tool used by the Night Demon Clan from Jinghai Welfare Institute to liaise with other so-called "Ten Institute Directors."

Essentially an important intelligence node, but the status is one of the lowest types of clans.

Not exactly low in status, not strong in power, and importantly possesses a large amount of intelligence about the other side.

In front of him, the opponent is essentially an inconspicuous figure, deemed most suitable as an opening to infiltrate the enemy’s ranks!

Having come to his own territory, naturally there would be more contact time, so wouldn’t the opportunity to strike arise?

Hmm... if contact includes bringing along this diehard fan Duan Xiaoyi, perhaps the confusion effect might be even stronger...

(Duan Xiaoyi: "Are you being polite?")

"Tch! Forget about Xiao Yi, you’re like this too... I was going to show off to you guys, now there’s no sense of accomplishment at all.

Forget it, forget it, I’ll just go find my little sweetie and big honey..."

Listening to the busy tone on the other end of the call, Meng Lang’s mouth twitched slightly.

That guy, the last sentence got to show off...

Alas! Why do others handle dual-line strategies as easily as eating and drinking, while I tread carefully like walking on thin ice, sometimes even crashing directly?

Is my APM hand speed that poor?

Shaking his head, he dimmed the light, then took out that book "Meng Xiaolang’s Travelogue," planning to read it late into the night...

As the saying goes, opening a book is beneficial; his experience clearly indicates that within books, there’s a house of gold and beauties...

Hmm... now he has to add another line.

There are illegitimate children in books too...

Looking at the photo of the little girl with an innocent smile, her face seems both distant and unfamiliar, yet also close and familiar as if it were yesterday...

Unconsciously, an old poem by Ji Boren from his university years suddenly came to mind.

"Your children are not your children.

They are the children born from life’s longing for itself.

They come into the world through you, yet not because of you.

They are with you, but they do not belong to you.

What you can give them is your love, not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You can shelter their bodies but not their souls.

Their souls belong to tomorrow, to the tomorrow you cannot even reach in your dreams..."

This poem, "Your Children Are Not Your Children."

He couldn’t understand it before, only thinking it was Ji Boren lamenting needlessly, could such repetitive words truly be called poetry?

Now he understands it; this was clearly about "temporal offspring," perhaps Ji Boren was also writing an autobiography...

He reads the book over and over again, hoping to find evidence that he isn’t a scoundrel father.

However, reading a book a second time only brings new insights, not new outcomes.

While reading, his mind constantly flashes familiar yet unfamiliar scenes like a lantern carousel...

There’s a beach with the evening wind blowing, a magnificent sunset at sea, and the sound of children playing near his ears...

Meng Lang can’t help but rub his temples.

Alright, alright, instead of choosing grand scenes of war, you’re flooding my mind with tales of romance, aren’t you?

His relationship with Yan Weiwei was already tangled and confusing, and now, not only does it hit his soft spot, it bundles the child with it?

The crucial thing is Lin Haitang hasn’t even flown to Beijing because of this!

Doesn’t this indicate...

After being tormented by the emotional fluctuations for so long, Meng Lang found it was the first time he experienced the VIP treatment of doing bad things without having to take responsibility.

Which official could withstand such a test?

Now, looking back at the "self" in the photo with a bright smile, it seems a bit infuriating.

Though he may succeed in romance and fail in war, the end is a tragedy nonetheless.

At least he achieved a hidden achievement none of his brethren had ever reached...

"No comeback, but no crash either"!

Even the illegitimate child could become an extra, yet he didn’t crash; saying this could certainly envy many predecessors!

In his memory, he did have children.

Hmm... the one in Lu Kexin’s belly doesn’t count...

But an illegitimate child is certainly a first in several generations.

It’s not that people should blame him for being lousy, since the book is gone and brothers didn’t remind him, as things have become inevitable, responsibility is still required.

He can’t abandon them after starting it all, can he really forsake his wife and children?

But once this opens, he’s worried similar situations may arise frequently in the future...

After all, few brothers wouldn’t envy such a successful life.

If one day you have one child, I have one child, and if the country encourages a second child, even family planning might not contain it!

He has a vague premonition that in the future, if his offspring are many, it should be thanks to his brothers...

Hmm... why does this thought feel more awkward the more he thinks about it?

Forget it, that’s not the point, the point is...

"Everyone knows I’m a man with principles; I’ve taken responsibility for the children, so being responsible for the children’s mother is only natural, right?"

He uses pale language to make a defense for his brothers (himself).

It turns out, a person’s principles are quite flexible.

Especially when there are many people...

Sometimes, he is powerless too, as the true Meng Lang, bearing too many emotional debts he shouldn’t...

Clearly, he was meant for survival in the city, yet he suffers from sickness that spans all realms...

Does he genuinely like Yan Weiwei? Recalling past scenes repeated over and over.

From the gentle lowering of her head on the train platform to the blood-colored evening gown shielded on the cruise, from "Misaligned Space-Time," to the heartfelt embrace in the rain...

There are some fateful arrangements, some mutual attractions, some life-and-death bonds.

When countless fragments of memory surge across time and space...

The mental defenses he thought he had built so firmly...

Can they withstand this army of memories charging forward?