My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 491 - 322 Two Good News

Chapter 491: Chapter 322 Two Good News

"Hahaha! Is this really him?"

"Is this when he first learned to crawl? Uncle is so cute~"

"Look! This one is when he caught fish all day, but Qingqing kicked over the basket with a single foot...

This one is when Qingqing knocked him into a mud pit...

And this one, when he was forced to wear a dress and play a little maid during house play..."

"Oh no, I’m dying of laughter!"

"I didn’t see that coming, he cries that much? Haha..."

Lin Haitang and a few others huddled around an old photo album, with Yang Hui pointing at certain photos from time to time, telling everyone the funny stories behind them.

Occasionally, she would also lift her head to observe the reactions and expressions of the two girls as they looked at the photos...

"This ’Kill Matt’ hairstyle, pfft! Let me laugh for another three minutes!"

"Wait a minute, are these open-crotch pants? Puhahahaha... Auntie, can I take a picture for keepsake?"

"Eh? Who’s this little girl? A childhood playmate?"

When Yan Weiwei turned to the next page, her eyes swept over and she suddenly pointed at one of the photos and asked.

Unlike ordinary film-developed photos, this one looked like it was taken with a Polaroid.

The sky in the photo was very blue, and the green fields swayed with the wind. It showed a boy and a girl, with a bamboo basket placed next to them.

The boy was Meng Lang as a child, dressing rather plain and appearing to be only about five or six years old.

He and the girl were holding hands; the boy’s face was carefree and beaming with joy, his front tooth was even missing half, giving him a comical look.

The girl looked to be about the same age as Meng Lang, but was half a head taller.

She had short hair, was dressed in a black dress, and had a sweet, adorable face that gave off a serene and tranquil vibe.

Different from Meng Lang’s foolish grin next to her, the girl turned her head to the side, her expression seeming a bit shy, yet somehow also dismissive...

"When was this photo taken..."

For a moment, Yang Hui couldn’t recall who the girl was, feeling she looked somewhat familiar.

She couldn’t help but try to remember carefully.

When she saw the bamboo basket in the photo, she slapped her forehead.

"Oh right! I remember now!

It seems there was this time when Mr. Meng took Xiao Lang to the town fair, and on the way back they met a tourist, who thought the two kids got along well and offered to take a picture of them for free with his camera.

Back then cameras were rare in the village, I remember being thrilled having that photo for quite some time."

"Right! It must have been almost twenty years ago, this little girl’s outfit looks like she’s from a wealthy family," nodded Yan Weiwei.

Yang Hui looked at the girl in the photo, but her expression became more and more puzzled.

"Eh? Don’t you think the girl in the photo... looks a bit like Xiao Yu?"

"Eh?" Lin Haitang and Xiao Yu were both taken aback simultaneously.

Hearing this, Yan Weiwei alternated between looking at the photo and Xiao Yu, and the more she looked, the more alike they seemed!

"You’re right! Now that Auntie mentions it, she really does look alike!"

"That’s what I thought! It’s no wonder I felt familiar when I saw Xiao Yu, as if I had seen her somewhere before," Yang Hui said, suddenly enlightened.

"Do I really look that similar?" Xiao Yu was feeling a bit embarrassed.

The childhood playmate of Uncle’s...

So embarrassing!

"Yes! There is indeed a resemblance in the brows, but there are many people in the world who look alike... even in US there was a case of kids having doppelgängers..."

"Sister Weiwei..."

"Hahaha!"

Yan Weiwei’s interjection led everyone to think it must be some incredible coincidence, except Lin Haitang seemed somewhat lost in thought.

"Haitang, what’s wrong?"

"Oh! It’s nothing, just that Meng Lang and Xiao Yu seem to have quite the destiny, hehe!"

She shook her head with a smile.

She must be overthinking it, it was just a matter of looking alike...

"Mom, I’m home! I’m dead tired, why isn’t dinner ready yet?

Uh... what are you all gathered around for?"

Just then, Meng Lang unexpectedly walked in from outside, pausing as he noticed several people sitting together.

However, the next moment, he saw the all-too-familiar old photo album on the table and his face instantly changed!

A bad premonition suddenly hit him...

"What are you doing!"

"Pfft!"

Hey hey! What’s with the suppressed laughter?

"Oh! You’re back, go ahead and eat," said Yang Hui, somewhat sheepishly closing the photo album.

Is now really the time to focus on eating?!

Meng Lang lunged forward and pounced on the album, covering it tightly with his body.

Then he turned his head, looking at his mother with a mixture of grief and indignation.

"Mom, how could you do this!"

"What’s with the big reaction, I was just telling everyone about some interesting village stories," she replied.

That’s it?

Do you really find it amusing to share your own son’s embarrassing moments like fun stories?

Have you ever heard of respecting someone’s privacy?

Are these things casually shown to outsiders?

Just thinking about those "dark histories" in the photo album, Meng Lang felt an overwhelming sense of sorrow, believing his good name was utterly ruined...

Wait a minute! Guys, why didn’t anyone mention such an important thing?!

Where’s the promised "guide to avoid pitfalls"?

It can’t be that just because I overslept, my "future" has become unrecognizable!

Could it be the worst of human nature is at play here: "not resenting scarcity but resenting unevenness," "facing difficulties together," "this orange is very sweet"?

It’s evil karma!

"It’s just a few childhood photos, don’t be so stingy!" Yan Weiwei said, struggling to hold back laughter as she teased Meng Lang with her winks and faces.

"Why don’t you be generous with your own childhood photos?" Meng Lang retorted angrily.

"I didn’t have such a rich life experience as you, I just practiced martial arts when I was a kid. With such character setting, all I can offer is a brief introduction."

Yan Weiwei spread her hands with a smile.

"Uncle, so you used to be a crybaby when you were little?" Xiao Yu said with a chuckle.

"I... I was driven to that by Meng Qingqing!" Meng Lang said with a flushed face.

"You’re an adult now, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Bring out the photo album," Yang Hui said with a laugh.

"Exactly, we haven’t finished looking at it. Auntie, we love listening to your stories. Please continue telling us!"

Yan Weiwei reached out to grab the album.

"Don’t even think about it!"

Meng Lang quickly snatched the album and dashed upstairs with it.

"Bang!" The sound of the door slamming shut echoed.

"Xiao Lang! You haven’t eaten yet!" Yang Hui called out from downstairs.

"I’m full of anger!"

"Hahaha..."

...

"Knock, knock!"

"I can’t face anyone, doors closed!"

"It’s me. Are you hungry? I’ve got your favorite spare rib and lotus root soup. Hurry up and open the door!" His mother’s voice came from outside the door.

After a while, lured by the aroma, Meng Lang eventually opened the door with a sullen face.

"Still angry? Mama made a mistake, okay?

"How could you possibly make a mistake? You’re so wise and valiant... It hasn’t been long since I left, and you’ve spilled all my secrets...

Don’t you know there’s a saying, ’A man can be killed, but not humiliated’?"

Meng Lang looked aggrieved.

Holding back laughter, Yang Hui placed the dishes on the table and then closed the door.

"Hey, hey! Why are you closing the door? Are you really trying to silence me?"

"Go on! Stop your nonsense, sit down!" Yang Hui displayed her motherly authority, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Didn’t you just say your mom is so wise and valiant? You really think I’m doing this to embarrass you?"

"What else then?" Meng Lang replied irritably.

"Hehe! Have you forgotten who asked me yesterday to use my rich experience and profound wisdom to see... which of the two girls is interested in you?" Yang Hui said mysteriously.

"Err..." Meng Lang paused.

"What does that mean?"

"Silly! If a girl likes a guy, when she talks about him, her eyes can’t lie!

Don’t you want to know what kind of look in their eyes they had when we talked about you just now?"

Meng Lang was stunned.

Are the tactics in the countryside really so deep?

Looking at Yang Hui’s smiling face, he felt like he could see the fox tail hiding behind his mother...

"Mom! You’re too cunning!"

"Go on! Who do you think I’m doing this for? Anyway, the little sacrifice you made is absolutely worth it!"

"Hehe!" Meng Lang forced a smile.

Worth it?

I don’t mean to discredit you, but no matter what you see, I can guarantee that in my eyes, it’s all outdated intelligence...

My efforts and sacrifice were definitely misplaced...

"So what did you find out?" Meng Lang asked helplessly.

"Hehe! After Mom’s observation, I’ve got two pieces of news... Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Playing coy! It’s definitely that old trick of one good news and one bad news, right?" he rolled his eyes.

Yang Hui looked at Meng Lang, her expression growing increasingly strange.

"No! This time it’s two pieces of good news..."

Meng Lang: "..."