My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 465 - 302 Immortal Fame

Chapter 465: Chapter 302 Immortal Fame

"Ha~"

Yan Weiwei yawned as she walked out of her room, just as she was about to knock on the door opposite hers, Lin Haitang’s room, the door opened.

"Hmm?"

"Uh..."

Three pairs of eyes met, and the air became instantly silent...

It wasn’t until Xiao Yu poked her head out from behind them that Yan Weiwei’s odd expression eased slightly.

"Sister Weiwei, you’re up too. We were just about to call you for breakfast," Xiao Yu said, obviously not noticing the delicate atmosphere at the scene.

"Oh! I was so tired yesterday, I don’t know how I fell asleep on the sofa.

But honestly, the sofa in this five-star hotel is more comfortable than the bed," Meng Lang said somewhat awkwardly.

"Hmm!" Lin Haitang nodded as if everything was perfectly normal and hummed in agreement.

"Hehe! So that’s how it is. If you hadn’t said anything, I might have thought we booked a family suite," Yan Weiwei commented, looking them over.

Meng Lang: "..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

"Cough! You go ahead to the restaurant, I need to go back to my room to get something."

"Uncle, you better hurry up!"

"Alright!"

After Meng Lang entered his room next door, Yan Weiwei immediately pulled Lin Haitang aside with a bizarre expression and whispered.

"Haitang, was it consensual?"

"What?"

Lin Haitang was startled, then blushed as she caught on, "What are you talking about!"

"Alright... seems like it wasn’t forced, so I’m relieved."

"Yan Weiwei!"

"Well, just think about it. Yesterday I had no choice but to seek help, and today the two of you come out of one room...

If this were one of those melodramatic TV shows, it would definitely look like you sacrificed yourself for righteousness, right?" Yan Weiwei said, grinning mischievously.

Lin Haitang gave her a look.

"Me, sacrifice myself for righteousness? Why don’t you say it’s you who sold out for glory?"

"Uh..."

...

Meng Lang returned to his room and took out the book he had been holding — "Love Song."

Alright, my real intention was probably to have Lin Haitang write a "business trip report," but she turned it into an emotional documentary...

I wonder if I came out ahead or at a loss on this?

It just goes to show, men and women really do think differently.

Picking up the book again, Meng Lang felt a bit guilty; after all, it contained the rich emotional journey of a pure young girl not known to others...

Could this be considered peeping?

It shouldn’t be, right? How can a scholar’s business be sneaky? Besides, I am the male lead...

Right! I’m just gathering information!

When he opened the book and saw his own black and white photo, he couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.

Looking at one’s own obituary photo is quite a unique experience.

But just from the photo of a young version of me, I could tell that my death shouldn’t have been far off, another classic case of an untimely demise.

"If it hadn’t been for Duan Xian’s carelessness, Laozi wouldn’t have contracted a variety of complex viruses. That’s fate..."

To others, this cause of death might seem vague, but to Meng Lang, it was quite informative.

The complex viruses brought by Duan Xian led to my contracting "acute viral encephalitis," which must have been the real cause of death.

If this wasn’t an accident, the killer was almost ready to show himself, making Meng Lang think of the "roach killer" he usually bought.

An ordinary roach killer can at best kill a couple of roaches.

But an exceptional one can, after one roach gets poisoned, quickly carry the poison back to its nest and end up killing a whole bunch of roaches...

Clearly, Duan Xiaoxian was that unfortunate "poisoned" scout roach.

"Have I been exposed?" he sighed inwardly.

Although he didn’t know what went wrong with the plan for his character in this episode, he must have taken a risk to gather information about Zhao Ge and ended up crashing.

Every "self" has its own judgment, as commands may vary with different circumstances.

This ending was unexpected yet predictable.

But there was a sentence in the text that Meng Lang was particularly concerned about.

"Don’t be sad. I knew on the day I climbed that mountain that sooner or later, this day would come. In fact, living too long might not necessarily be a good thing for me."

That last sentence had an odd feeling of resigned martyrdom to it.

Plus, he remembered a similar phrase from "Stone Records."

"Life is mundane, short in hindsight, long in prospect, yet we don’t realize that glory and decline are determined, gains and losses hard to measure.

For me, living long is a victory, but for you, it might not be..."

This was the second time.

With two brothers expressing almost the same sentiment, what did that mean?

Does it mean that as the "ego" gradually realizes that "all of yesterday’s actions have shaped who I am today," it also makes the brothers aware that the longer their "lives," the greater the impact and pressure they put on me?

I’m now like a water tank.

Many brothers are pouring water into it, one bucket each, some pouring more, some less.

But regardless, there will come a day when it will overflow.

Theoretically, if everyone pours less, there can be more turns. Pour more, and there are fewer turns.

A selfish person will only think about pouring more of their color, whether red or black, and the water tank will naturally take on my hue.