My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 441 - 291 Cheer Up, Duck_2

Chapter 441: Chapter 291 Cheer Up, Duck_2

Wait a minute! Could it be that when I first met Lin Haitang, her initial impression of me was "hostile," so the moment I walked through the door she asked if I wanted to discuss divorce or write a will, leaving no room to save my brother’s face...

It’s not about anyone in particular; it’s about everyone present?

If I hadn’t saved Xiao Yu, the task would have provided an overwhelming positivity boost, making Lin Haitang feel embarrassed to continue treating everyone the same.

Otherwise, let alone having Lin Haitang cook personally, I probably wouldn’t even be allowed through the door...

Damn it! After all this time, my official CP is really "Hell Level" difficulty!

"Why though?" Meng Lang didn’t realize it, but there was a hint of frustration in his tone.

Lin Haitang glanced at Meng Lang.

Seeing him looking somewhat frustrated, she felt unexpectedly happy for some reason.

"Isn’t that normal? I come from a less than wonderful family and have witnessed two utterly failed marriages.

Just as you said, marriage is the grave of love.

I neither want to choose the feng shui for this grave nor imagine what my other half would be like.

Nor do I want to dig my own grave by making a love confession with no result.

And I definitely don’t want to die for love, then worry about whether my grave will be moved or robbed..."

As she spoke, even Lin Haitang couldn’t help but laugh.

She looked at Meng Lang, "You see, by not considering these things, I avoid a lot of trouble, right?"

I see nothing at all! I see!

Who knew that just a bit of sweet talking could inadvertently raise the stakes...

Inside, Meng Lang was really struggling.

No wonder she becomes dismissive the moment there’s any misunderstanding. Could she have been waiting for an excuse to distance herself from me?

Having this "non-marriage" persona, any rise in affection seems discounted, while any fall doubles...

But on second thought.

The difficulty is definitely there, but haven’t "I" had successful examples before?

Though they are few and far between...

Having achieved such a high difficulty task, should I feel sorrowful or proud?

Although I can’t quite pinpoint my feelings for Lin Haitang, but...

When I saw Lin Haitang leaving for Beijing, a sour feeling unexpectedly surged in my heart.

Could this be what people mean when they say, the best is what you can’t get, and only once lost do you realize its value?

I couldn’t even tell if this feeling was mine or that of "Brother Stone"...

"What if you do meet someone you like? As you know, emotions are always beyond control," Meng Lang immediately asked.

"It probably... won’t happen," Lin Haitang subconsciously twirled the cotton candy in her hand, but her tone was not so sure.

Meng Lang’s eyes lit up on hearing this.

The fact is, when you hesitate about whether to do something, you’ve actually made a choice in your heart; you just lack enough reasons to convince yourself.

"So, your non-marriage stance, can it date someone?"

Lin Haitang: "..."

Feeling the increasingly aggressive probe from Meng Lang, Lin Haitang seemed a bit overwhelmed and counter-asked.

"Enough about me, let’s talk about you."

Meng Lang sighed reluctantly.

"I, for one, am open about marriage. If you want to get married, go ahead; if you want to be single, stay single. It seems, in the end, they all regret..."

"Pfft!" Lin Haitang couldn’t help but laugh at this statement.

Her laugh under the setting sun was as beautiful as a painting, which momentarily stunned Meng Lang.

"Cough!" Feeling the intense gaze from beside her, Lin Haitang hurriedly restrained her laughter.

"I’m not asking that. I’m asking about your plans for the future, like what your ideal life would be like?

It’s not really some ’death defiance’ or eternal youth kind of thing, is it?"

"Whether or not I can live forever, I’m not really concerned. A person can hardly live a clear and thorough hundred years, let alone a thousand years or more.

As for my ideal life..."

Meng Lang thought about the recent events, the changes in his own mindset, and the uncertain future...

"It should be not dwelling on the past, not fearing the future, not trapped by the mind..."

Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang, "and not chaotic in emotions, I guess..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

This sentence was like a switch; Meng Lang felt as if a certain emotion in his heart had been activated, giving rise to an impulsive urge he could hardly control.

"Yesterday was a Chapter of history, tomorrow a mystery, and today a gift from heaven. Don’t you think we should live in the present, and let people of tomorrow worry about it?"

As he spoke, his hand involuntarily reached towards Lin Haitang’s delicate, porcelain-like hand...

Lin Haitang was looking down, her fingers moved slightly but she didn’t dodge, seemingly concentrating completely on the cotton candy in front of her, oblivious of the intentions drawing closer...

"Sister! Look what I caught?"

Their fingers had just touched when they separated as if electrocuted.

"Huh? What’s wrong with you two?" Xiao Yu, holding a fish the size of her palm, looked puzzled at both of them.

"It’s nothing; we were just startled by the fish in your hand."

"Sister, why is your face so red?"

"Is it? It must be the sunset light. Well... it’s getting late, we should hurry up and go find Weiwei."

"Oh~ then wait for me, I’ll go release the fish!"

"Don’t release it, give it to me."

"Huh? Uncle, what do you want with the fish?"

"The hotel has a kitchen, I’ll fry it for a midnight snack tonight!" Meng Lang glared fiercely at the fish.

Not caught earlier, not later, but just at this very moment—you did that on purpose, didn’t you?

The salty fish stared with dead fish eyes, mouth opening and closing, innocently flicking its tail.

Completely unaware that, because of the improper timing of its capture, it was set to meet a tragic fate...

"Oh! That works too, I want half!" Xiao Yu said happily.

Unaware of the brief enmity that had passed between man and fish.

Lin Haitang found it somewhat amusing and couldn’t help but give Meng Lang a white look.

...

On the bungee jumping platform.

Fan Shigang was rolling his eyes, laying on a lounge chair in the rest area, gasping for breath, looking entirely worn out.

Only Yan Weiwei repeatedly stood on the edge of the platform, steadied herself, and jumped from high above again and again.

However, no matter how focused she was, she never felt that "slowing of time" Meng Lang had talked about.

As time passed, Yan Weiwei’s mood worsened.

Yet the more impatient she became, the less she could concentrate, and later, Yan Weiwei was just mechanically jumping again and again, feeling somehow numb.

Could it be that this final hope... is but a fleeting illusion?

Yes... even if what Meng Lang said was true, how could she, who couldn’t even do something as simple as drawing a dragon with the left hand and a rainbow with the right, achieve what Meng Lang did overnight...

I foolhardily jumped all day... I seem like such a fool...

That guy... knowing I couldn’t do it, why did he give me such hope...

I really want to beat him up...

Watching as the bright sun set in the west.

Yan Weiwei felt her future was like that sun, slowly darkening and beyond her power to salvage...

Still... I lost...

Her eyes were glassy, her spirit numb from the repeated jumps.

So tired, how nice it would be to just jump and end it all without thinking of anything.

Slowly, she closed her eyes, mechanically adjusted her stance, and finally leaned forward...

The next moment, the familiar sense of weightlessness came.

By then, she had forgotten about the safety harness on her body, and even forgotten where she was; as the last rays of sunlight dimmed, her vision gradually darkened, and the whole world...

Slowed down...

...

"Sister Weiwei!"

Seated on the ground as if in meditation, Yan Weiwei slowly opened her eyes...

Then... she saw three figures slowly ascending the mountain path.

Lin Haitang with cotton candy in her left hand, Meng Lang carrying a plastic bag in his right, which held a lively little fish, both chatting and laughing, along with Xiao Yu bouncing happily in between...

Well! What a joyously united family scene.

So...

I’m the encouragement duck, and you guys are the loving ducks?