My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 464 - 301: Bad for the Skin_3

Chapter 464: Chapter 301: Bad for the Skin_3

I wasn’t too surprised, but instead felt that this was the true appearance that man should have had...

...

I silently paid attention to him, wishing him well in my heart.

And life was just like this book.

Maybe a lifetime is just a few pages, a poem constantly being edited and copied over, from black hair to white...

Although it had undergone the cleansing of time, I discovered that sincere emotions had not been eroded away.

Life is short, yet some things are eternal.

I felt fortunate that I had someone to miss, and that was also a happiness...

Until one day, I suddenly received his call.

"Sorry, I’ve failed,"

His very first words made my heart skip a beat.

"Where are you? What happened?"

"The hospital, but there’s no need to come, it’s acute viral encephalitis, I won’t live past 24 hours."

Clatter!

The phone hit the floor, and tears silently fell.

When I picked up the mobile phone with trembling hands, the voice inside seemed very relaxed.

"Don’t be sad, on the day we went hiking I knew there would eventually be such a day, actually, living too long might not be a good thing for me.

I just called my parents, relatives, my seven aunts and eight uncles, and even business partners.

I’ve said all there is to say, no regrets left.

But now, there’s something I want to ask you to do."

"...Go ahead," my voice trembled.

"Would you ghostwrite my autobiography for me?"

"Autobiography?"

"Yes! Consider it my final wish, let’s start from the day we hiked,"

"Why?"

"Of course, to document my failed life! Ah, if Duan Xian hadn’t been careless, I wouldn’t have gotten infected with various viruses, that’s life...

Let’s not talk about these depressing things.

Hehe! From the first day we met, you wanted to draft my will, now it really comes true! Do you think this could be fate?

I still remember the first time I met you that day..."

Listening on the phone, he reminisced about the past, chattering like an old man in his twilight years.

I could only struggle to hold back my sorrow, like a longtime friend holding back tears, smiling as we talked about scenes from the past.

"You know? The night after we came back from hiking, I kissed you secretly but never dared to tell you."

"Is that so..."

On the other side of the phone, he seemed to be holding back a laugh.

In the end, he sighed, and somewhat gloating, he said to me: If you really want to keep a secret for me, remember, it has to be forever...

His voice gradually became almost inaudible...

...

The next day, when I rushed there hurriedly, what I saw was his black-and-white photo on the wall.

In the photo, his smile was still brilliant.

Just like the most beautiful scenery I had ever seen in my life...

If time could flow backward.

I think, I would sing to him.

It would probably be a love song...]

"Hmm~"

When Meng Lang was awakened by the sunlight filtering through the curtains the next day, he felt as if he had had a very long dream.

The first thing after waking up was to touch his own face, which looked somewhat peculiar.

So last night... did he kiss her, or not?

Ah! Why does my life always happen when I am unaware...

God of River Crab! I hate you!

"Are you awake?" Lin Haitang, wiping the water off her face, came out of the bathroom.

Seeing Meng Lang sit up from the couch, his face natural.

"Go wash your face, we are about to go eat,"

"Hmm... no, scientists say washing your face too much is bad for your skin," Meng Lang firmly refused.

Lin Haitang: "..."