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Chapter 127 - 105: Surname Meng

Chapter 127: Chapter 105: Surname Meng

"Bro?!"

As soon as he got off the car, he heard a familiar voice not far away.

Turning his head, he saw a girl with slightly dark skin, dressed in a sporty school uniform, and short hair like a boy, standing next to a Wuling mini truck, waving and looking out for him.

Next to her stood a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat to shade himself from the sun.

"Dad! Sis!" Meng Lang, dragging his suitcase, walked over with a smile.

"Whoa, bro! You really stand out after living in the big city, all decked out in shiny clothes. I almost didn’t recognize you!"

Meng Qingqing sized up Meng Lang, her face filled with surprise.

Meng Lang looked at her and just laughed.

"You’ve changed too, you’re even darker than before! I told you not to go to sports school, if you get any darker, how are you going to get married in the future!"

"Mind your own business!" Meng Qingqing rolled her eyes.

Objectively speaking, Meng Qingqing was not ugly, she could be considered a pretty girl, it’s just that she always had this tomboyish look about her.

Elder Zhang, seeing Meng Lang’s completely transformed attire, slightly frowned.

"How much do you make in a month, not knowing to save up, always going for these superficial things! Swelling your face up to look fat! Come on, get in the car! Your mother has been worried sick at home waiting for you!"

Meng Lang was taken aback.

That mouth of Mr. Meng... With some resignation, he loaded his suitcase into the bed of the mini truck and then sat in the passenger seat.

This four-seater mini truck could be considered one of the Meng family’s "fixed assets." Usually, it was used for hauling feed, crops, and the like.

Mr. Meng treasured it, having used it for seven or eight years, it was still well maintained.

The mini truck slowly drove toward Meng Family Village along a country road, passing continuous fields of rapeseed.

It was the most beautiful time in April.

A sea of flowers, green with splashes of gold, under the setting sun, it looked just like one of Monet’s paintings.

Perhaps it was a change of heart, but what commonly seemed like ordinary rural scenes to his eyes now revealed the flavor of a countryside scroll painting.

He leaned comfortably against the back of his seat, smelling the fragrance of the flowers, and experiencing the long-missed scent of home.

"Hey! Bro, aren’t you working in sales at an insurance company? Does that make money?"

Meng Qingqing popped her head from the backseat, suspiciously staring at her brother who seemed quite different than before.

Before Meng Lang could speak, Mr. Meng snorted.

"Hmph! Make money, my ass. Elder Zhang already told me, this rotten kid is not cut out for that, and it won’t be long before he’s thrown out.

I told you to consider taking a civil service exam in the county, even being a teacher would have been better! Do you think it’s so easy to make it in the big city!"

If this had been any other time, upon hearing these words, Meng Lang, for the sake of his "proud stubbornness," would definitely have argued with Mr. Meng.

And in the end, after none of them could convince the other, the conversation would break down, leading to a "father-son cold war."

Well... that’s how the two of them had been getting by these past two years, and this process hadn’t changed a bit.

The stubbornness of the two men could be said to run in the family.

However, having experienced several lifetimes, realizing the brevity of life and the uncertainty of human existence, Meng Lang felt his mindset had transcended.

Let him be strong in his own right, the cool breeze brushes the hills!

Meng Lang smiled and chose not to respond to Mr. Meng’s jab.

"Making money has been pretty average, but it’s quite a character-building experience."

Meng Qingqing observed her elder brother for a long while and then nodded.

"Hmm... there really is a sense of ’a scholar being away for three days should be looked at with new eyes,’ not just clothes, but your whole demeanor seems different from before.

Exactly how it’s different... I can’t put my finger on it."

"Heh heh!"

This girl’s intuition was much stronger than Mr. Meng’s.

"Ding!" Just then his phone chimed with a message alert.

Meng Lang took it out and saw that it was a group message.

Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Uncle, have you arrived home safely?]

Meng Lang paused for a moment.

Meng said: [Xiao Yu?]

Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Hee hee! Sister said to make contact easier, she bought me a phone, and Sister Weiwei helped me set up an account (smiley face)]

A Pear Blossom: [You’re welcome! (proud)]

Meng Lang: "..."

It was indeed you who stirred up trouble! Yan Weiwei!

This nickname... are you trying to claim rights over Xiao Yu while I’m away?

So... since you can’t have me, you’re going after my most valiant soldier?

Why does this guy always complicate things!

He helplessly picked up his phone and snapped a photo of the view outside the window.

Meng said: [Photo]

Meng said: [Entered the village, all is well! (peace sign)]

Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Wow! Uncle’s home is so beautiful!]

"Bro, who are you chatting with? It’s not my sister-in-law, is it? Let me see!"

"Hey! You..."

Meng Lang’s phone was suddenly snatched away by Meng Qingqing, who held it at a distance with a mischievous grin and eagerly stared at the screen.

"What’s this? It’s not your sister-in-law! Uncle? What a strange nickname. Huh? Did you get a new phone? This seems to be Hua Wei’s new model, right? Switching from the old to the new, huh!"

As he watched Meng Qingqing firing off questions one after the other and then started browsing through his phone,

Meng Lang felt somewhat helpless.

So, having an overly lively and energetic younger sister really is a headache.

Meng Qingqing, that kid is unanimously acknowledged by the village as the reincarnation of Nezha.

Other kids could recognize a thousand characters by the age of three, recite Tang poetry at five, and be well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics by seven.

But her? At three she was climbing trees, at five she could catch fish with her bare hands, and by the time she was seven she was already the children’s leader in the village, commanding a bunch of little shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

I still remember, as a child, lying under a tree reading a novel while my sister climbed up to raid a bird’s nest, resulting in a tragic memory of being pasted in the face with a bunch of bird eggs falling from the sky...

It’s a pity Newton was born before me; I didn’t grasp the concept of gravity but learned a lesson... it’s better to just have one child!

As a kid, the people I envied the most weren’t the rich second generations in my class but the only children.

The first short story I ever wrote in junior high was called "Please, Take Away My Sister".

The gist of it was that on his birthday the male protagonist made a wish, and his sister became someone else’s sister, and in the end, the male protagonist lived a happy life... just like that.

Mr. Meng turned his head to look at Meng Lang and curled his lips.

"If your brother could actually find a wife himself, let your mom and me worry less, we could probably live several years longer!

It’s our fault, too, there was a problem with the family education from the start.

Worried about him falling in love too early when he was young, we were strict, but now what?

As he’s grown up, we’re worried he can’t find a girlfriend. That’s even worse than puppy love!

I did want you to fall in love early and marry off quickly, but what happened? Every time parents brought their boys over to our house, they came crying to complain!

I think we should listen to your mother and see if we can find you a suitable match for an arranged meeting.

My requirements aren’t high; as long as he has arms and legs, and knows to run home when it rains, that’ll do."

The siblings exchanged glances.

That’s the benefit with Mr. Meng, he can easily chat someone to death.

"Cough! Brother! Put on some music, it’s a bit stuffy," Meng Qingqing suggested.

"Yeah! Good idea!" Meng Lang readily agreed, turning on the car stereo.

After a rustling sound.

[Country roads, take me home.

To the place I belong.

West Virginia, Mountain Mama

Take me home, country roads...]

Listening to the melodious guitar playing coming from the speakers, with the gentle breeze blowing in from outside the window, Meng Lang got a little intoxicated and involuntarily closed his eyes...

...

By the time everyone got home, the sunset had left only the last trace of twilight.

Beside the pond, a two-story house was covered in ivy, with a lush date tree in the courtyard, and a group of chicks pecking for food underneath it.

"Mom, I’m back!" As soon as he entered, Meng Lang smelled the fragrance of cooked meals.

"Xiao Lang is back."

Yang Hui, wearing an apron and with sleeves rolled up, came out from the kitchen pushing aside the curtain, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Meng Lang.

"Good! My son has gotten even more handsome!"

See? This is what genuine kinship looks like!

"Been sitting in the car all day, you must be hungry, come on! Let’s eat first!"

...

The table was still as sumptuous as in my memory, with every dish being a favorite of mine.

Meng Lang, who had dozed off in the car, was now rejuvenated and hungrily started on a bowl of pork rib and lotus root soup.

"Look at you, you’ve lost weight. Eat more."

Yang Hui kept smiling and added food to his bowl from time to time, inevitably eliciting Mr. Meng’s incessant nagging about how "overly caring mothers ruin their kids," but the family atmosphere was very warm and harmonious...

Seeing Meng Qingqing holding her phone, shoveling food into her mouth, and swiping on Douyin, Meng Lang said with a smile.

"How is it? Still working well?"

"Yep! This big screen! It’s way better than my old clunker."

"You like it?"

"Like it? I love it!"

"There you go! That’s for you." Meng Lang fumbled in his bag and then "slap!" a brick-sized box with the Hua Wei logo was slapped down in front of Meng Qingqing.

Everyone at the dining table froze for a moment.

Meng Qingqing’s eyes went wide, and her chopsticks clattered onto the table.

"Brother! Is this... really for me?"

"Of course! This is the gift I brought for you."

As soon as Meng Lang finished speaking, "slap!" "slap!" two more bricks were slapped down on the table.

"One for each person!"

Meng Qingqing gaped at the three matching phones on the table, swallowing hard.

"Brother! Have you struck it rich?"

"Well, a small fortune," Meng Lang replied with modesty.

"That’s almost ten grand right there, isn’t it? How much did you actually make?"

"How much did I make?" Meng Lang thought seriously for a moment, then pointed out the window at the sprinkling of lights from the houses, drawing a circle with his finger.

"It’s about enough to make this entire village... take the Meng surname."

The three were stunned for a moment, then Meng Qingqing suddenly burst into laughter.

"Brother, changing the surname of Meng Family Village to something else would be quite the challenge! Ha ha ha..."

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