My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 6 Valuation

At the beginning of the book, there is still a photo of the author.

However, the original photo of wearing a hospital gown in the hospital has disappeared.

Instead, he was dressed in a dark blue prison uniform, with an unshaven beard, sunken eye sockets, half-white hair, no smile on his face, full of unwillingness and vicissitudes of himself...

I have to say that the angle chosen by the photographer is excellent.

Small room, simple furnishings, and the only iron window that let in sunlight.

The gloomy atmosphere is full!

Meng Lang sat slumped on the ground, staring blankly at this photo that represented some kind of future of himself, with endless blankness in his eyes.

I used to think that with an elegant splits and split legs jump, I could jump over the big pit of life, but I never thought that I perfectly avoided the pit A, but when I landed, I plunged into another even deeper pit B in the pit...

The turning point in life is not a fork in the road with only two choices, one leading to darkness and the other leading to light.

It has countless possibilities, maybe one leads to darkness, and the other leads to deeper darkness...

He finally understands that the future can be changed, but not necessarily in a good direction, it may be worse!
Anyway, I have continued to live in "Miserables" for 18 years, right?

This time it was even worse. The 10-year bento set a new record for the shortest survival.

Life is full of traps, it is really too difficult to live in peace until the end of life...

……

"Hi, prodigal son."

"Axian, are you free at noon?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

"Suddenly I want to talk to someone, let's have a meal together, I treat you."

"Huh? What's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, it's just a pain in my heart."

"That... Are you sure you didn't ask me to buy insurance?"

"..."

"Okay, okay, then go to the old place?"

"No! Healthy people, healthy souls, healthy people don't eat Malatang."

"Pfft! What health care are you talking about with me? Just you? Do you not eat Malatang?"

"Well! Just now, quit!"

The other side was silent for a full ten seconds. "It seems that the matter is not small, okay, where do you want to eat?"

"Just the vegetarian restaurant downstairs."

"Uh……"

……

Half an hour later, "Liuhe Zhai" vegetarian restaurant.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

In her forties, the charming lady boss spoke very gently, and handed the menu to the opposite of Meng Lang... with a smile in her eyes.

"My friend, let's order." Duan Xian pushed the menu full of unfamiliar dishes to Meng Lang with a strange expression on his face.

Duan Xian, Meng Lang's college roommate and best friend.

In the annual campus network public selection that year, he was ranked No.2 in the list of "Top Ten School Grasses of HKUST"!

Long legs, 1.8 meters tall, golden ratio figure, plus Andy Lau's eyes, Aaron Kwok's eyebrows, Tony Leung's nose and Takeshi Kaneshiro's mouth...

The woman wants to commit a crime when she sees it, and the man who sees it... wants to print a big shoe print of size 24 on his 42K pure and handsome five-star full-score senior face.

In short, a natural friend of women, a peerless killer of all ages!
By the way, the son of the head of the Political and Education Department ranked first that year.

Just looking at the nympho-looking proprietress and the nearby waitress girls who are frequently looking here, one can see how lethal this thing is to the opposite sex.

Meng lang was no stranger to this.

After taking the menu and looking at it for a while, I started reporting the names of the dishes.

"One serving of steamed potatoes and radishes, one serving of boiled cabbage, two bowls of chestnut porridge, and one serving of seasonal vegetable salad.

Less sugar, less salt, less oil, no MSG, chicken essence, thank you. "

"Uh……"

The proprietress was taken aback by Meng Lang's exquisite and harsh "customization", but soon recovered her charming professional smile.

"Okay, please wait a moment!"

The proprietress urged the dishes in person, and the dishes were ready in a short time.

The crystal clear potatoes and radishes are steamed, the cabbage cut into the shape of a lotus blooms in the clear soup, the salad is carefully matched, and the chestnut porridge exudes a sweet and waxy aroma.

There are also sweet-looking waitress girls who accompany you around, and you can scramble to serve them with just a wave of your hand.

One of the advantages of eating with this guy is that no matter where you eat, you can enjoy Michelin-level VIP treatment with a high probability.

Duan Xian was speechless after looking at the exquisite dishes that didn't even have any oil stains, and at Meng Lang who was sterilizing teacups and tableware with hot water with a serious face.

Could this product be dropped?

Please bring back that normal buddy who can shout and fight the next family the next day after eating waste oil and having diarrhea!

He finally couldn't help but tortured meng lang's soul.

"So you are preparing for the prodigal son to turn around and escape into Buddhism? Why?"

Hearing this, Meng Lang, who was wiping the chopsticks with his orchid finger, looked calm.

"Because of the damn desire to survive."

"..."

Duan Xian, who had only recovered his language organization ability a long time ago, asked tentatively. "What happened?"

Meng Lang silently picked up the salad with chopsticks and chewed the bland spinach in his mouth. The corners of his eyes twitched and he tried hard to swallow the food.

Slowly put down the chopsticks, and then let out a long sigh. "Ugh!"

He died of gastric cancer both times, which made meng lang realize the importance of a healthy diet.

It's a pity that in the first "Les Misérables" nothing was felt, and in the second "Mein Kampf" there was no condition at all.

Therefore, health preservation is a must, and it ranks in the first priority sequence of "changing destiny".

If you don't keep in good health, you can't even survive your sentence, how sad!

He also plans to find time to go to the hospital for a checkup and have a gastroscopy by the way.

Well, preferably painless.

"It's okay, I just encountered a hurdle in life that I couldn't get past, and suddenly felt the preciousness of life."

Feel the preciousness of life?Hearing this somewhat familiar line, coupled with Meng Lang's weird behavior and depressed mood, Duan Xian's face was suddenly startled.

"No way? Could it be... you have a terminal illness? You can't be so bloody!"

Meng Lang glanced at him indifferently.

"That's not true, but it should be soon."

"I……"

Duan Xian has a basketful of troughs, but he doesn't know where to start.

What is "should be soon"?Could this thing be faster too?

In fact, meng lang had a basis for saying this.

He just took the time to tell his mother that gastric cancer is a malignant tumor of the stomach. Generally speaking, it takes one to two years or three to five years to develop from the early stage to the late stage. The process is very rapid.

So even if the "Mein Kampf" version of Meng Lang had a shorter survival time, the normal onset time should be five years later, and this was still in an extremely harsh living environment.

The current meng lang should only be in the "slight gastritis" stage, a sub-healthy state that can be rescued.

Duan Xian saw that Meng Lang's serious expression didn't look like he was joking, and for a moment he wasn't sure what happened to Meng Lang, so he could only comfort him.

"You are poor! Seeing that you can still tell jokes, the situation should not be considered serious. The boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge. There is no hurdle in life that cannot be overcome!"

Hearing this, Meng Lang asked seriously. "But what if it's a hurdle?"

"Still Kan? Then take another step! If you can't take one step, take another step, you don't only have one leg!"

Meng Lang froze for a moment, fell silent for a moment, and nodded slowly with a relieved expression on his face.

"Well! What you said makes sense, and I feel much better in my heart."

"That's right, come on, talk to your brother, what kind of difficulties are you encountering, but let's talk first, if it's about women, then go hands-free!"

"Yes! I understand the rules!" Meng Lang nodded.

If you want to talk about Duan Xianli's rules, you have to start from when you were in college.

Once, Duan Xian, a good buddy, fell in love with a school girl. If you say that this guy is also a thief with many routines, he actually wants to act as a hero to save the beauty.

But it's a pity that the extras were not invited correctly, and Duan Xian was hired to help make up the numbers.

The ending is pretty obvious.

Although he is playing a bully, but his appearance has broken through the stockings.

In the end, the school girl fell in love with the bandits and suffered from severe Stockholm syndrome. The hero cried and fainted in the toilet.

Although Duan Xian refused the girl to express his position many times, the two finally turned against each other and broke up unhappy.

Since then, Duan Xian has been autistic.

Later, he let himself go, and his girlfriends changed frequently, which more or less had something to do with this.

Meng Lang thought about his words a little before he spoke.

"It's actually like this. Things are quite complicated, and there are many things that I can't explain to you. I'll keep it simple and tell you what can be explained."

"Well! Tell me!" Duan Xian listened carefully.

"I'm short of money."

"..."

Most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, the sudden concern of friends?

After being sluggish for a long time, Duan Xian's complexion first turned from blue to white, and then from white to black, it was a wonderful sight.

He stared at meng lang expressionlessly until he dodged his eyes in embarrassment.

"I've been laying the groundwork with you for so long just to borrow money?"

"That can't be said that way. I came out to talk to you because I was really distressed. Now that I'm in a good mood, I can think of something serious." Meng Lang said with a guilty conscience.

Duan Xian resisted the urge to put the boiled cabbage on his head.

"How much do you want to borrow?"

"That depends on how much our friendship is worth."

"Can our friendship be measured in money?"

"If possible, I would like you to give it an estimate."

Duan Xian: "..."

(End of this chapter)