My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1055 - 624: From Breakdown to Indifference

The dinner was a joyful feast for both guests and hosts, lasting until past nine in the evening.

It wasn't until it was Xiao Yu's bedtime and Meng Qingqing was just about to recount the ninth chapter of "Childhood Anecdotes" that Meng Lang, with a dark face, pulled her back home by the collar.

"Ah~ Sister Haitang is really nice, beautiful and an upright lawyer, plus she's a great cook..."

"But Sister Weiwei is also amazing, beautiful and cool, and she knows martial arts, which makes me feel safe... Oh my~ it's really hard to choose..."

Watching his little sister twisting and turning on the sofa with her face covered, Meng Lang was speechless.

"You're a girl, stop daydreaming about that kind of stuff!"

Meng Qingqing immediately sat up and elbowed Meng Lang, grinning mischievously.

"Bro, don't tell me you haven't thought about it. If I were a guy, I'd be moved too. These two beautiful women living right next to you, and they're single!"

No, one of them isn't, and neither am I...

Meng Lang thought to himself.

"You don't need to worry about your brother's matters."

"How can I not, I promised Mom and Dad I'd play matchmaker and make connections."

"Haha! What your old brother needs now is definitely not a matchmaker..."

Meng Qingqing thought Meng Lang was backing down and hurried to encourage him.

"No way! You're so close to them, bro, you should seize the opportunity!

And, hey bro, didn't you notice how warm they were to me tonight?"

"So what? They're just being friendly and hospitable."

"You dummy! Their warmth definitely wasn't directed at me!

Hey! Do you think there's a possibility that one of them is interested in you?"

Meng Lang glanced at the gossipy Meng Qingqing and smirked.

"Guess boldly, maybe it's more than just one of them?"

Meng Qingqing was stunned.

"More than one? Pfft! Bro, you're killing me... When did you become so average yet confident? Hahaha..."

Meng Lang: "..."

"Bro, it's not that I look down on you, but with your EQ, even getting one would require the Meng family to burn incense in gratitude, two? Don't be ridiculous!"

Meng Lang pursed his lips.

Just one "me" definitely can't handle it.

The problem is there is more than one "me"...

Meng Lang didn't argue, just quietly stared at her.

"Uh..."

Meng Qingqing's laughter gradually froze on her face, her eyes widening...

...

Giving Meng Qingqing a "figure it out yourself" look, Meng Lang ignored her gradually losing control of her expression, and walked straight back to the study.

"Bang!"

After closing the door, Meng Lang still self-reflected a bit.

Even though he wanted Meng Qingqing to realize that playing matchmaker was unnecessary and for her to quickly leave for Hainan...

But thinking about her expression just now...

Why does he still feel a bit secretly delighted?

Sigh! Indeed! What one needs to peel away is the mist of vanity, the illusion of showing off, that point of wanting to flaunt...

But when did I start feeling proud instead of ashamed for it?

Was it Lin Haitang's "I like both spicy noodles and fried sauce noodles" that gave him an unfounded expectation?

Or was it "why can't I walk the path the predecessors walked" that gave him courage?

Hmm... it certainly isn't because I'm too much of a scoundrel, it's all because of the winner of my past life.

When a path is broken through by a pioneer, the torch he lights illuminates the night for those who come after...

That's right, he is merely repeating the footsteps of the past, passively albeit.

Thinking about the cheerful family dinner just now, everyone laughing and enjoying themselves together...

Meng Lang couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, a smile involuntarily crept across his lips.

The future... is truly something to look forward to...

So he picked up his autobiography for today...

"A Thousand Years of Solitude"!

Meng Lang: "..."

Okay, okay, "A Hundred Years of Solitude" wasn't enough, you had to exaggerate it tenfold?

The hyperbolic book title sounds completely opposite to his expectations for the future.

However, Meng Lang was quite calm about it.

After finishing "Miserable Life" the first time, he would angrily throw the book, but now he can calmly accept any manner of his own demise.

So many times, and if nothing else, what he's learned is how to maintain emotional stability.

Isn't life just about collapsing and then becoming indifferent time and time again?

And because of the way the gang operates, "My Struggle" could even be turned into a tragic prison tale, so could "A Thousand Years of Solitude" possibly be wishing me a lifetime of happiness?

With this self-reassuring psychological suggestion, he looked at the book cover calmly...

This time the cover was strange, one half looked like random sand drawings on a beach, while the other half looked like it had been smoothed away by ocean waves.

But from the remaining half of the sand drawing, it's not hard to imagine that it was once a series of casually drawn smiley faces.

Another venture into abstraction, huh...

Helplessly, he turned the pages, and what caught his eye was a photograph.

This time it wasn't a group photo, but a back view.

He was wearing a tight-fitting silver mechanical armor, standing with his back to the camera on a tall metal platform, his face obscured.

Below the platform was a city silhouette filled with a sense of technology, the view upwards showed a transparent dome overhead, beyond which lay a giant, gray, swirling storm-covered planet.

The figure stood with his arms behind him, looking up at the planet, seemingly familiar yet lonely...

"Could... could this be me?"

Meng Lang's face wore a peculiar expression.

After all, it's supposed to be his autobiography; this close-up couldn't be for some random passerby, could it?

But… has the situation gotten so severe that it requires me, the great boss behind the scenes, to don exoskeleton armor and personally go to the front line?

However, the city he was in seemed not to be on Earth, more like a "space colony city" of sorts in science fiction.

The transparent dome was probably used as an atmospheric protection shield, right?

So, did I really carry out the space migration plan as planned?

Then... this unfamiliar gray planet overhead, what is it...

Comparing the angle and size... the photo and composition look very familiar?

His heart stirred, he took down a framed picture from the photo wall.

Blue Star, a gravestone, and himself leaning against it, looking up at his homeland...

Indeed, it was that commemorative photo from "Solo Moon".

He brought it to his eyes and compared it with the book's photo, as expected...

Apart from the added buildings and the dome, both the planet's size and the photo angle were near replicas of each other.

In that case, the city in the photo should be my planned "Moon Colony City", and overhead...

Looking at the grayish expanse and the giant swirling storm-covered planet, Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Sigh! This little broken ball... did it end up getting trashed to such an extent?

But judging by the surroundings, the space migration technology by then must've been quite advanced.

Just not sure how much time had already passed since...

Meng Lang looked at the photo again, then slowly turned the page...

[ Death is not true departure, oblivion is eternal extinction.

What truly matters in life isn't what you encounter, but what you remember...

In 3018, I stand at the central memorial tower of 'New Moon City' engraved with 'Heroes Never Die.'

I touched my cold chest without a heartbeat, looking at my homeland with my flickering red bionic mechanical eyes.

Distant scenes of laughter and cheers surged once more...

Though cold machines can't run warm blood.

Yet the hard drive's memory, still packed with endless details.

Yes, it's not just the history of the birth of the Divine Machine Clan, but also a profound discussion on love, humanity, and existence...

A thousand years for just a day, for only one person...]

Meng Lang could no longer maintain a calm expression, as his expression gradually spiraled out of control.

His mood slowly shifting from indifferent back to another breakdown...

Hey, hey, hey! Are you kidding me!

A thousand years!?

I thought the book title was just an exaggeration, turns out you mean it literally?

Do you have to push this endurance record to such an absurd extent?

The point is, didn't you forget.

A brother is my "burden," and a long-lived brother is my "heavy burden"?

If you keep doing this, I might crack in this very volume!

They say they're afraid their brother lives poorly and also afraid their brother drives a luxury car.

This convoluted feeling of both fearing my brother won't live long and fearing he'll live too long, who can understand?