"Ha~"

Yan Weiwei yawned and walked out of the room. As soon as she raised her hand to knock on Lin Haitang's door opposite, the door was opened.

"Um?"

"Well……"

The three people looked at each other, and the air was instantly quiet...

It wasn't until Xiaoyu popped up from behind the two of them that Yan Weiwei's unusually weird expression calmed down a little.

"Sister Weiwei, you're up too. We were planning to ask you to have breakfast together." Xiaoyu obviously hadn't noticed the subtle atmosphere at the scene.

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

Don't mention it, the sofa in this five-star hotel is more comfortable than the bed." Meng Lang explained awkwardly.

"Yes!" Lin Haitang looked very calm and nodded in affirmation.

"Haha! So that's it. If you didn't tell me, I almost thought the room we booked was a parent-child suite." Yan Weiwei looked at the two of them.

rash:"……"

Lin Haitang: "..."

"Ahem! You guys go to the restaurant first, and I'll go back to the room to get something."

"Uncle, hurry up!"

"good!"

When Meng Lang entered his room next door, Yan Weiwei immediately pulled Lin Haitang aside and asked in a low voice with a strange expression.

"Haitang, is this voluntary?"

"What?"

Lin Haitang was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized and blushed, "What did you say!"

"Okay...it doesn't seem to be forced, so I'm relieved."

"Yan Weiwei!"

"Originally, you see, yesterday I was forced to have no choice but to ask for help, but today you two came out of the same room...

According to the bloody plots of those TV series, you have to sacrifice your life for justice, right?" Yan Weiwei said with a bad smile.

Lin Haitang rolled his eyes at her.

"I sacrificed my life for justice? Why didn't you say that you betrayed your friends for glory?"

"Well……"

…

Meng Lang returned to the room and took out the book in his arms - "Little Love Song".

Well, the original intention of "I" was to ask Lin Haitang to write a "business trip report", but she ended up writing it into an emotional documentary...

I don’t know whether I am making a profit or a loss?

So, the brain circuits of women and men are really completely different.

Picking up this book again, Meng Lang felt quite guilty. After all, this is the rich emotional journey of a pure girl that is unknown to outsiders...

Does this count as voyeurism?

It shouldn’t count, right? How can a scholar’s ​​matter be considered stealing? Besides, I’m still the male protagonist...

Well! I'm just collecting information!

Opening the book, when I saw the black and white photo of myself, I couldn't help but twitch my lips.

Looking at your own posthumous photos is an experience no one else can have.

But just from the photo of my young self, I can tell that the time of "my" death shouldn't be too late. This is another classic case of dying prematurely.

[If Duan Xian hadn't been careful, I wouldn't have been infected with multiple complex viruses. This is fate...]

To outsiders, this explanation of the cause of death was somewhat vague, but to Meng Lang, this passage contained a lot of information.

The multiple complex viruses brought by Duan Xian caused him to suffer from "acute viral encephalitis", which should be the real cause of his death.

If this was not an accident, then the murderer was already out, and Meng Lang inexplicably thought of the "cockroach killer medicine" he usually bought.

Ordinarily effective cockroach killers can often only kill one or two cockroaches.

However, when a cockroach is infected with the most effective cockroach killer, it will quickly bring the poison to its own nest, causing a group of cockroaches to be poisoned to death...

Obviously, Duan Xiaoxian was the leading cockroach who was unfortunately "recruited".

"Has it been exposed..." He sighed inwardly.

Although I don’t know which part of my plan went wrong in this episode, I must have taken the risk in order to spy on Chaoge’s information, and ended up overturning.

After all, military orders abroad are subject to certain restrictions. The specific circumstances are different, and everyone will have their own judgment.

This ending can only be said to be unexpected and expected.

But there was a sentence at the end of this paragraph that made Meng Lang quite concerned.

[Don’t be sad, I knew the day I climbed the mountain that one day would come sooner or later. In fact, living too long may not be a good thing for me.]

Why does this last sentence have a strange and inconsistent feeling of "going to death with dignity"?

Moreover, he remembered that there was also such a sentence in "The Story of the Stone".

[Life is a busy life, but it is short and long. However, there are countless ups and downs, and gains and losses are difficult to measure.

For me, living longer is victory, but for you, that may not be the case...]

Including this time, it is already the second time.

What does it mean when two brothers say something with almost the same meaning at the same time?

Does this mean that as one's own "self" gradually realizes the core point of "everything yesterday has become the present self"?

It has also made the brothers aware that the longer their "life" is, the greater the impact it will have on themselves, and correspondingly, the greater the pressure it will bring on themselves?

I am now like a water tank.

Many brothers are pouring water into it, one person pours a bucket, some pour more, some pour less.

However, no matter what, it will be full one day.

Theoretically, if everyone pours less, the number of pours that can be poured will be more; if everyone pours more, the corresponding number of pours will be fewer.

A selfish person will only consider letting himself pour more water. No matter whether it is red or black, the water tank will naturally be dominated by my color.

A more selfless person will consider more, because he knows that if he pours too much, the water will be full soon, so in the end everyone can only finish playing together...

From a certain perspective, they have a cooperative and competitive relationship.

Life is mediocre, short and long, but there are countless ups and downs, and gains and losses are hard to measure...

The gains and losses are hard to measure...

Meng Lang frowned slightly.

Although this contradiction is not prominent now, after all, the impact on me is still very limited, but that is when my brain is enough and everyone does not need to worry about resource allocation.

If I really can’t hold on anymore in the future…

Either stop reading and let fate dictate, or reduce the number of times you read, or... advise brothers to die early and have children as early as possible to extend their "life span" as much as possible?

If this last bad idea is not handled well, the brothers might start an uprising...

A zero-sum game most tests internal unity, and resource allocation is most likely to provoke internal conflicts.

Relatively speaking, the second method is the most reliable.

That’s all, if it doesn’t work to study at 1:35 and lie down at 2:46…

Then we can only draw numbers...

On the first and fifteenth day of every lunar month, if it’s a festival, just open a book and have fun?

Alas! How can it be so difficult to think about hanging my head and stabbing my butt, quietly reading a book a day...

Meng Lang shook his head and ignored this troubling issue for the time being. He turned directly to the end of the book...

"Lotus Qingwen Prescription"!

"Nine Acupuncture Methods of Returning Yang"!

One is an antiviral Chinese medicine formula, which lists dozens of Chinese medicinal materials and their corresponding proportions.

One is about acupuncture techniques, with a human body meridian diagram and extremely complex acupuncture techniques.

The author's signature is "Lin Xiaoyu".

"This execution... is really good!"

Meng Lang smiled and expressed the same emotion as Lin Haitang.
To be continued...