My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 416 - 280: Choose Who_2

Chapter 416: Chapter 280: Choose Who_2

Meng Lang ate chips while he couldn’t help but think about the autobiography he had read today...

[In Cao Xueqin’s writing, there was a Heavenly Repairing Stone that was bored out of its mind.

It encountered a monk and a Taoist, asking them to take it to the mortal world to experience life, and by doing so, it became a stone with a story.

The stone recorded its earthly experiences as stories, inscribing them in the form of text on itself.

Eventually, the Kongkong Taoist copied down the stories recorded on this stone, and thus the world had this novel...

When the dreams of the mortal world ended, the stone returned to its original place, still transforming back into a stone.

But on its surface were recorded all the various events it experienced during its descent to the mortal world.

The price paid was a body covered with scars...

I feel like I am that stone.

So I named this story "Stone Records"...]

"How much hardship must one experience inside to compare oneself to Jia Baoyu..." Meng Lang thought to himself.

Brother, this metaphor is indeed fitting.

Whether as a Heavenly Repairing Stone, experiencing the mortal world, or watching him build high buildings, host guests, and finally watch the whole world’s buildings collapse...

Even the emotional experiences in this life coincidentally seemed to have plagiarized Mr. Bao’s ideas.

To choose Lin Daiyu or Sister Bao...

That really is a problem...

Meng Lang seriously doubted that while his brother was implying "himself," he was also implying himself.

And compared to his own brother, his issues seemed even more severe...

Headache!

The chips in his mouth seemed flavorless, and he reluctantly put down the snacks and looked out the window at the scenery rushing by.

The train passed through a tunnel, entering into the continuous mountains.

In the distance, there was a mountain temple, with smoke spiraling up...

Seeing the temple, Meng Lang thought of that Buddha head.

In the "Stone Records" he wrote this time, part of it really was related to this "stone" that traveled through a thousand years!

[When I smashed the Buddha head with the anticipation of cracking open a fortune egg, inside... it turned out to be empty?!

Yes! Apart from broken stones... there was nothing else!

I accept that my luck was poor in winning nothing, but a guaranteed prize turned out to be a rigged matter... that’s unacceptable!

Yes, this Buddha head was meticulously crafted, lifelike, and virtually indistinguishable from the original on the surface, and no one else could tell anything was wrong.

But only I knew, this darn thing was a fake!

When the fake is taken for the real, the real also becomes fake, when the real is taken for the fake, the fake also becomes real!

I never expected to encounter a "the prince and the pauper" situation...]

Meng Lang tugged at the corner of his mouth, feeling a toothache.

This life is truly full of "unplanned" events.

Major surprises never lacked, and all sorts of minor surprises were emerging endlessly.

The idea that something collected in the museum could be switched replaced so secretly was something he had never imagined.

It’s needless to ask, but it must have been an inside job at the museum with that mysterious force that had always been fixated on the Buddha head through some sort of under-the-table deal.

Otherwise, how could such an important national treasure be switched without any noise?!

I was somewhat naive to think that with modern tight security measures, it was nearly possible to prevent various theft methods.

Little did I know that even the most secure museum is managed by people, where there are people, there is Martial Arts World, and where there is Martial Arts World, there are interests...

I had heard that many artifacts in certain museums had been replaced with fakes, and I still thought it was conspiracy theorists spreading rumors.

Now it seems, this might not be without basis!

It’s hard to guard against internal threats day and night!

But... the tenacity of that mysterious power was beyond my expectations.

I wonder what treasure of immense value was inside the Buddha head that made them pursue it so persistently, clinging to it determinedly?

This series of stories could be made into a movie script.

Should we call it "Crazy Stone"?

As the saying goes, the more unattainable something is, the more you want it.

Meng Lang said, "You’ve completely piqued my curiosity."

It’s not about fighting for steamed buns but for a sense of spirit, even if you tell me now that it’s just a common "Huayan Sutra," I, an atheist, would still read it from beginning to end!

"Hmm... Uncle, your writing is really profound, I don’t understand a lot of it... am I very stupid?" At that moment, Xiao Yu grimaced and put down the document in her hand.

She really wanted to understand what Meng Lang had written, but unfortunately, Little Douding’s knowledge reserve wasn’t yet up to that of Dr. Lin years later.

"How could that be? Xiao Yu, you’re still young, don’t be discouraged. ’Every talent has its use, and scattered wealth returns anew.’ When it’s time for you to understand, you surely will.

What you’re lacking... is just time."

Meng Lang snapped back to reality and smiled as he patted her little head.

Believe me, there will come a day when even Uncle has to run after you... yelling ’Sister, save me’...

It wasn’t long before Lin Haitang also put down the documents and gave up.

That human meridian chart was beyond her comprehension.

"So... Weiwei mentioned a martial arts consultant; was it because of this?" Lin Haitang tapped the "True Classic" in her hand.

"Ah! Exactly, you might not believe it, but I am actually a hidden martial arts master, ever heard of an ’internal energy master’?

Though I only heard about it recently, it’s probably that—someone incredibly powerful, a rarity once in a thousand years..."

"Stop, I didn’t ask where it came from, you don’t have to rush to make excuses." Lin Haitang leaned forward, holding her forehead to stop him.

Meng Lang: "..."

You wouldn’t believe the truth if I told you.

But honestly, it’s indeed hard to believe such words, especially for those who haven’t witnessed my true capabilities; they can hardly imagine that kind of power...

But what is Weiwei thinking? It seems she hasn’t told the Lin sisters about yesterday’s incident in the boxing gym?

Both parties keeping their secrets tightly sealed...

Is integrity this trustworthy?

It seems she even mentioned yesterday that she hates people who gossip the most... how strictly she disciplines herself!

If she really has such praiseworthy discretion, maybe it’s not a bad idea to reveal some secrets earlier and pull people into the fold?

Seeing that Meng Lang didn’t continue the conversation, Lin Haitang spoke again.

"So... besides reading history and law at home recently, are you preparing to dive into martial arts novels? Hehe! Aren’t your interests a bit too broad?"

"Uh..."

Although the attorney on the other side, Lawyer Lin, was leisurely playing with her hair, her smile unusually sweet and captivating, hearing this made Meng Lang feel a sudden jolt inside.

The profundity of Chinese culture runs deep; if you really think she’s just asking about your hobbies, then the finale isn’t far off!

"Cough! How could that be, I haven’t actually read much else recently, just revisiting the classics of the Four Great Novels, haha!"

"The Four Great Novels, I’ve read them too! Which one are you reading, Uncle?" Xiao Yu raised her hand excitedly.

"Uh... Stone Records."

"Oh! A Dream in Red Mansions! That’s my least favorite because it’s so hard to understand. Even the simplified version I read was confusing." Xiao Yu immediately made a sour face.

"You’re too young for that book; it’s not suitable for you," Lin Haitang said with a laugh.

Meng Lang felt an impulse and decided to test the waters.

"Lawyer Lin also reads A Dream in Red Mansions, what do you think of it?"

"I just read it as a novel, not for appreciation, but I don’t like the ending of the book. I stopped reading after Lin Daiyu died."

"Oh... Then what do you think, between Lin Daiyu and Xue Baochai, who should Jia Baoyu choose?"

Lin Haitang paused, looking at Meng Lang.

Meng Lang felt incredibly nervous inside, yet remained utterly calm on the outside.

This is a very serious academic discussion, yes! Very serious!

"I choose Lin Daiyu; you should choose who you love, there’s nothing to be conflicted about," Lin Haitang said, looking at Meng Lang.

"But what about Xue Baochai, being compelled by parental wishes and matchmakers, unable to follow his heart?" Meng Lang asked again.

"Hmm..."

Seeing that Lin Haitang couldn’t answer, Meng Lang sighed.

Alas! No one to blame.

If blame must be assigned, blame our desire for a love where holding hands leads to marriage, yet living in an era where even a bed shared leads to no such results...