Chapter 109 The white-haired man sends the black-haired man away
“No!”
Meng Lang suddenly stood up from the bed, his eyes full of panic.
When he came back to his senses and saw the familiar furnishings around him, he took a breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
“Huh~ It turns out to be a nightmare.”
He couldn't help but touch his neck with his hand.
He finally knew why he used "a sudden change in painting style" to describe his final ending.
Why did this originally cozy family theater suddenly turn into a murder scene?
And the adjective used in the last paragraph is also very concerning.
Bite?
Even if someone wants to kill me, except for perverts, no one will speak directly, right?
Let the dogs go? Isn't this too cruel?
The back figure in question seems to be the murderer, but who is it?
Having a grudge against myself can impress me deeply...
And the last sentence "Just like the Qingming Festival that year".
Is this to remind myself that the murderer will definitely appear on Qingming Day?
My head hurts.
Fortunately, this is a tragedy that will only happen in 25 years. I can see that a large number of brothers are already on their way to investigate the truth...
Looking at the time, it is only half past six in the morning. , Meng Lang no longer had the mood to continue sleeping.
I simply got up and washed myself, then went downstairs wearing a set of sportswear.
"Mom, I'm going for a run!" Meng Lang trotted out of the courtyard in the morning light.
Hearing the movement, two people stuck their heads out.
"Uh...what did he say he was going to do?" Lao Meng held a toothbrush and foam in his mouth, and turned to ask Yang Hui, who was holding a spatula.
"It seems...you went out to exercise, right?" Yang Hui said a little uncertainly.
“Isn’t it possible? Is this what that brat would do?”
The two looked at each other.
......
"Uncle Gen, are you out for a walk so early?"
"Aunt Qi, go shopping for groceries."
"Yo ! Has Xiaohu grown taller again? ”
Say hello to familiar faces along the way. From the name Mengjia Village, you can tell that this is a village built on blood ties, and the people in the village are basically related to each other.
If you meet a little kid on the road, you might have to call him uncle.
Mengjia Village is not small, with a total village area of 2,400 acres and a cultivated land area of 830 acres, with a total of 640 households and 3,650 registered people.
Although Wu City is a well-known big city in the country, the economic environment around Wu City is not very good, and it is incomparable to the prosperous coastal areas in the east and southeast.
The locals gave their area a self-deprecating nickname, "Huanwu City Poverty Belt."
Many people but little land is the current situation in Mengjia Village.
In addition to the semi-mechanized farming industry, another major economic pillar for local people is the breeding industry.
In recent years, like many rural areas in the northeast and central and western regions, young people are also moving to coastal areas and metropolitan areas.
This is a national strategy and an irreversible trend of the times.
Meng Lang ran all the way out of the village, across fields, stone bridges, and temples. Everything was natural and harmonious, as if he had suddenly returned from an industrial society to an agricultural society.
Meng Lang looked at the familiar scenery along the way and felt a sense of emotion that he had never felt before.
It seems like a good place to retire here...
However, in such a peaceful and peaceful village... a murder case actually happened? It's really unimaginable.
He couldn't help but think of the photo in the book last night.
That was a photo of Meng Lang and his parents.
My parents, 25 years later, have wrinkles on their faces and gray hair, but they stand upright and look very healthy.
If something unexpected happens to you, what about your parents?
When he thought of this, Meng Lang felt a little heavy in his heart.
All the scenes in the movie where people were killed kept replaying in my mind.
I have lived longer, and I have indeed seen a more distant future, but that future seems a bit cruel...
In 2043... I should be 49 years old at that time.
As the saying goes, you stand tall at thirty, have no doubts at forty, and understand destiny at fifty.
Meaning that I have to live another year to know the truth of my destiny? Short life is the original sin...
"Woof! Woof woof!"
Amidst the barking of stray dogs on the roadside, he clenched his fist towards the rising sun!
"Brothers, come on!"
......
After running for nearly half an hour, I was so exhausted that I was out of breath, my mind was a lot clearer, and the negative emotions from last night also dissipated. A lot.
“I’m back!”
“Look here.” “Click!”
As soon as he entered the courtyard, Yang Hui took her new mobile phone and opened it at Meng Lang.
"Uh...Mom, what are you doing?"
Meng Lang ran back in the morning, his face was sweaty and his hair was a little messy, and Yang Hui took a picture.
Yang Hui looked at the photos on her phone and nodded with some satisfaction, then said with a smile.
“It’s okay, I’ll take a photo for Aunt Liu and see if there is a suitable girl to introduce to you.”
Aunt Liu, a well-known matchmaker in the village, is known as the "information center for marriageable men and women within a ten-kilometer radius."
"Uh...Mom! I'm only 24." Meng Lang was a little helpless.
“You are 24, and your cousin is already planning to have a second child, did you know?” Lao Meng walked out of the room, feeling quite annoyed that iron could not make steel.
Meng Lang was speechless.
So, people must read more, otherwise your three views will be determined by your relatives and friends.
Um! Including the view on marriage!
He sat down at the dining table helplessly and served himself a bowl of porridge.
“Dad, the script of my life can be a sequel to my parents, or a prequel to my children, but it can’t be a sequel to my cousin, right?”
“Stop being so formal with me. , if you were us The sequel of "Two", then don't deviate from the outline. Your mother and I will have you when we are twenty. Don't let us both have a grandson by then!"
"Pfft!" Meng Qingqing, who was brushing her teeth, suddenly sprayed.
"Why are you laughing? I sent you a photo too! I don't have any hope, just treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!" Yang Hui glared at Meng Qingqing.
Meng Qingqing stood stunned on the spot and couldn't help but wailed.
“Aren’t you guys! I’m only 20!”
“What’s wrong with 20? What’s wrong with not reaching the legal age for marriage?”
“Brother! Where do you stand? Which way!”
"Let's share the trouble!"
Meng Lang chuckled, then smoothed his hair and struck a pose.
"How about Mom? How about I go freshen up and take the photo again? I didn't even prepare for that just now. How can you be so casual about blind date photos?"
"No! It's already been sent. , Aren’t sunny and sporty boys popular nowadays? I think she looks good! I’m sure I’ll find a good girl for you!” Yang Hui winked at Meng Lang.
"...Okay." Just be happy.
Meng Lang didn't pay much attention. Anyway, he was in Su City. The sky was high and the emperor was far away. I could refuse you twelve gold medals.
Meng Lang thought of Ou Lu again when he mentioned the blind date.
I wonder if Ou Lu’s life trajectory would have been different if she hadn’t gone to Wu City to buy a house?
Our story has ended before it even begins...
It’s actually quite poetic when you think about it?
Shaking his head and laughing.
When you go to visit the grave, bring more flowers.
......
When you go to visit a tomb, you always have to carry large and small bags, sacrifices, paper money, hoes and sickles...
In short, when you go out, everyone carries a large bag with them. Things big and small.
A group of four people slowly walked into the narrow mountain road in the back mountain.
Lao Meng walked in front carrying two loads of cloth bags on a pole. The heavy weight made him bend slightly.
Meng Lang followed him with a hoe, and the early morning sunlight cast tiny spots of light through the trees, illuminating Lao Meng in front of him.
He then discovered that Lao Meng's black temples had some white hair at some point, reflecting silver light in the sun.
Unconsciously, his parents had grown old, and Meng Lang felt a little emotional.
Looking at Lao Meng's staggering back, his eyes suddenly became dazed...
The pattern on the cover suddenly appeared in his mind for some reason.
Gradually, this "back" and that "back" slowly overlapped...
Same familiarity, same... rickets?
“The road ahead is narrow and difficult to walk on, please be careful!”
Lao Meng in front said something at this time and glanced back at Meng Lang.
The moment he turned around, Lao Meng's face in Meng Lang's eyes suddenly became ferocious and terrifying!
"Bang!" The hoe fell to the ground, and Meng Lang stood stunned on the spot.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Meng Qingqing from behind asked doubtfully.
Meng Lang didn't seem to hear anything, and just stared blankly at Lao Meng in front of him. It turns out... is it really "Back View"?
Not only did it highlight the topic, but also the truth?
Really* a white-haired person giving a black-haired person? !
(End of this chapter)