My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1059 - 628: Graffiti

Careless, didn't dodge!

That old man Fate, as expected, didn't miss the chance to play a trick on me.

I've experienced being hit by a massive nuclear bomb, but being struck by a massive meteor is indeed a first.

Another new way to die added to my repertoire, my rich life experience...

Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Who would have thought that staying in the "Shanghai Defense Line" at the very rear, in a retirement-friendly city with little strategic value, could still attract a catastrophic disaster.

Probably triggered by the "heavy casualties" of friends and family in the last episode, this episode I chose to stay on Earth alone.

After all, Juejue, this "brat," is an unstable factor; without me here, things might really get out of hand.

Based on past experience, some "minor frictions" mentioned in the text might truly be unpredictable, whether it's just an act or some rebellious AI intending to "make it real."

But the good news is, except for myself, everyone seems to be safe, humanity has left this mess of a mother planet and embarked on the path of interstellar civilization, Lin Haitang even became an immortal...

Feeling quite relieved.

That slight regret of "falling before the victory" also vanished into thin air.

If it's such an ending...it seems it's also acceptable?

He reopened the pages of the book...

[He once told me that the organization's goal was immortality, and his greatest wish in this life was to see a more distant future.

If that day ever comes, let me replace him, to witness, to write...

I asked him, how far into the future he wants to see.

He jokingly said that if he must give a timetable for this future, he hopes it will be a thousand years later...

...

A thousand years later, the Starry Sky Beast cubs have already left the Solar System, starting their migration, and Earth is also beginning a long period of ecological recovery.

A thousand years later, the remaining humans have completed genetic adjustments for all and adapted to working and living in the virtual world.

A thousand years later, conservatives advocate retaining carbon-based bodies, while radicals pursue complete digital evolution, with several new evolution branches emerging within humanity.

A thousand years later, Mars has become the second home of civilization, and humanity is starting to explore beyond the Solar System.

A thousand years later, large-scale migratory clusters of Starry Sky Beasts were discovered dozens of light-years away…

A thousand years is too long a process.

At this prolonged timeline, the conflicts, wars, and hatreds from a thousand years ago...seem to no longer matter.

Only love, humanity, and existence are worth deep discussion...

The thousand years have no specific form, it only leaves traces quietly, leaving blurriness, leaving mottling, leaving white hairs, leaving aging...

However, the Divine Machine Clan will not.

I often simulate and relive the times spent with him in a virtual world, then waking up after a hundred years...

To me, the simplest thing in the world is memory, yet the hardest is forgetting.

Over the thousand years, the events of the past remain vividly clear.

I still remember his expression when he confessed to me for the first time, remember my own heartbeat when he kissed me for the first time, and also remember the year he looked at me with deep affection on the beach...

I fear forgetting, forgetting these precious memories. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Yet amid the fear, these thousand years of memories become a bridge leading to a prison named solitude...

He is fortunate because, compared to ordinary people, he is extraordinarily gifted, possessing talents that others do not.

We always think of memory as a treasure, yet forget that it is also a shackle.

And forgetting is sometimes a ceremony for the soul to shed its heavy burden...

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"Ding-dong~" Lin Haitang in the next room, 1102, was about to go to bed when she suddenly received a message.

She picked up her phone.

Meng: [Are you asleep?]

Haitang: [About to fall asleep, what's up?]

Meng: [Nothing, just missing you, want to hug you.]

Lin Haitang's face turned red.

Haitang: [Qingqing is still here, what are you thinking! (knocking)]

Meng: [Really, just want to hug, in a very sacred and pure way...]

Haitang: [...I'm going to sleep now.]

Meng: [Hmm...good night! And...thank you!]

Lin Haitang looked at the final "thank you," feeling somewhat inexplicable.

Thank you? Thank you for what?

...

The next day...

"Wow! The sea! The beach! It's awesome! Sister Weiwei! Xiao Yu, come on, there are sand sculptures over there..."

Meng Qingqing, full of excitement, kicked off her sandals and ran towards the beach, pulling along Yan Weiwei and Xiao Yu.

Today is Sunday, and hearing that Meng Qingqing is going to Hainan in a few days, Yan Weiwei suggested that everyone take this chance to have a fun day.

So, Meng Qingqing, who had never seen the sea, expressed a desire to go to the seaside…

Carrying tents, shovels, water guns, and other camping equipment, Meng Lang helplessly glanced at his sister running wild like a horse.

Then he glanced at Lin Haitang, who was in a loose cover-up beside him...

He couldn't help but mutter softly.

"What a pity..."

"Pity what?" The sharp-eared Lin Haitang turned her head, adjusting her hair disrupted by the sea breeze.

"Ahem! It's nothing! Just a pity it's not summer; otherwise, the scenery would be even better."

"Ha! Is it the scenery that's better, or the swimsuits?" Lin Haitang gave him a teasing look.

"Of course, any place with Haitang...is beautiful." Meng Lang said with a serious face.

Lin Haitang immediately surrendered, with a slightly flushed face, "I'll go find Weiwei and the others..."

Watching Lin Haitang swiftly escape, Meng Lang's gaze became slightly complicated.

One thousand years for just one day, for just one person.

Such deep affection is hard to endure, receiving the favor of a beautiful woman...

...

Finding a spot under a tree, Meng Lang set up the tent and then turned to watch the group playing and frolicking at the edge of the waves, feeling a sense of disorientation as if from another lifetime.

Only one day in the world, a thousand years have passed in the book…

Though the world a thousand years from now has no place for me, I have at least seen a corner of the distant future.

The expansion of the stars, human evolution, the mysterious changes of the universe…

Those massive Starry Sky Beasts are actually just cubs, and there are large migratory groups dozens of light-years away...

Migrating?

Like fish spawning?

He thought it was just one, but unexpectedly it's a whole group...

Imagining further, is such a large colony of Star Giant Beasts naturally proliferating, or is there some other civilization herding them like sheep…?

As he pondered, he heard Meng Qingqing's voice calling from afar.

"Brother! What are you doing! Come over and take our picture!"

"Okay! Coming!"

Shaking his head, that's too far from him.

No matter how beautiful the distant scenery is, the beauty of the present moment shouldn't be missed...

Arriving at the shoreline, he saw the group gathering, seemingly writing and drawing something in the tide pools.

"This is me! This is Sister Weiwei, this is Xiao Yu, this is Sister Haitang..." Meng Qingqing squatted on the sand.

"And there's Uncle too!"

"Hehe! I'll draw this one! This is Meng Xiaolang..."

Meng Lang walked over curiously.

Only to see three big and one small, four randomly doodled smiley faces, and one... pig's head?

Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei, who had a face full of mischief, feeling somewhat speechless.

This kid is really playful...

"Brother! Hurry up, take a group photo of us! I saw this composition on Little Red Book, remember to take it from this angle..." Meng Qingqing urged.

"Alright! Are you ready? One, two, three! Cheese!" "Click!"

The photo froze, with everyone smiling brightly, along with the smile and pig's head on the sand...

"Splash~" "Ah~ so cold~"

A wave surged over, and the girls laughed and dodged.

Only Meng Lang was transfixed, staring at the pig's head that was washed away by the wave.

Because...the book cover was exactly this leftover doodle...

[He is fortunate because, compared to ordinary people, he is extraordinarily gifted, possessing talents that others do not.

We always think of memory as a treasure, yet forget that it is also a shackle.

And forgetting is sometimes a ceremony for the soul to shed its heavy burden...]

Meng Lang: "..."