My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 398 - 268 Brother Save Me_4

Chapter 398: Chapter 268 Brother Save Me_4

"You’re only 75 and already buried!" Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes.

If I could be buried at 75, I would have died with a smile on my face...

Meng Lang sighed inwardly.

"Even so, why do I have to be one of the majority, while you and Haitang aren’t numb? You’ve got light in your eyes, right? Why can you still freely pursue your dreams?"

Meng Lang thought seriously for a moment.

"Maybe... it’s because we both have some special talents?"

"You have it, and I don’t? I’m also called a genius, you know!" Yan Weiwei said, not convinced.

"Then maybe it’s because... you haven’t worked hard enough? Think about it, if you had tried a little harder before and reached that ’Dark Energy’ level, wouldn’t you have easily made it to the top?

After all, the problem is multifaceted."

Uh...

Yan Weiwei was choked by these words. Is this guy really trying to comfort me?

She felt a rush of anger mixed with embarrassment.

"Nonsense! I’ve been getting up before dawn and not resting until sunset! Haitang is understandable, but are you as hardworking as I am?

As a salesman, you just stay at home all day, not stepping even beyond the second door. How is that called working hard?"

"Of course, staying at home I’m doing important things, you know, far more crucial than peddling wares."

"What’s so important then?"

Meng Lang paused.

"Actually, I have a dream to write a good book in my lifetime."

"Write a book? What kind of book? An online novel? Something as inspirational as a top-ranked or platinum author?"

"No, what I want to write is an autobiography about myself." Meng Lang said earnestly.

"Your... autobiography?!" Yan Weiwei looked at him with a weird expression.

"Everyone else starts writing their autobiography when they’re old and gray. You’re starting yours in your twenties; just how rich is your life experience, huh?"

"Hmm! That’s the special talent I’m talking about..."

"Ha! Even if I believed you, your writing an autobiography is now called hard work.

Do you want to make it as inspiring as ’The Count of Monte Cristo’ or as best-selling as ’Harry Potter’..."

Meng Lang pondered seriously for a moment.

"I don’t have very high expectations, but at least it should be on the level of one of the four great classics."

And that’s not having high expectations?

Yan Weiwei was speechless.

"Where does this confidence come from that makes you think your autobiography can compare to the four great classics..."

"You’d be surprised, but when it comes down to it, the four great classics are pretty much about these things.

Don’t be fooled by their Chapters and thrilling plot twists; in the end, it’s really just four phrases."

"Which four phrases?"

"The strategist save me, the sister save me, the brother save me, Wukong save me."

Yan Weiwei: "..."

She twitched the corner of her mouth.

"So what about yours?"

Meng Lang chuckled.

"Brothers save me!"

Uh...

Yan Weiwei rolled her eyes, "As bold as you talk, now I really want to read it."

"No problem, when I have the final draft, I’ll definitely let you have a look." Meng Lang smiled.

"Then I’ll thank you in advance! If you’re unfortunate enough not to finish it before you’re buried, I’ll buy you a plaque at the back and offer you incense three times a day to comfort you."

Yan Weiwei smirked, giving a thumbs-up gesture behind her back.

Meng Lang turned his head to look back.

Inside the western side of the main hall of the temple, in the Rebirth Hall, rows of plaques stood solemnly amidst the curling smoke...

Meng Lang: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ha! If you really want to erect a monument and pray for "me", then this place...

I’m afraid there won’t be enough space...