Chapter 152 Tomorrow will be better
"Parents, please sit down in an orderly manner and avoid crowding."
"Parents of Grade 2 and Class 3, please go to the left side of the stand and take your seats according to the number."
“Little Mencius, look at the ticket number Xiaoyu gave us?”
“16, 17, 18.”
"Here, here, eh! Hello, please bring me a bag of popcorn and two bottles of salt soda." Yan Weiwei stopped a passing vendor.
Sitting down among a crowd of bustling parents, Meng Lang felt the lively atmosphere of the world, but his mood was a little heavy.
In another 25 years, everything in front of me will probably disappear like a beautiful bubble...
Oops!
Why do I, a salted fish who eats steamed buns and fried dough sticks and only thinks about surviving until the end of his life, always have to bear pressure that I should not bear at my age...
Does this count as a passive "worry before the world's worries"?
"Uh...Brother Meng, are you here too?"
At this moment, a somewhat familiar voice sounded in my ears.
Meng Lang turned around and saw Wang Xianfu, whom he had met several times, sitting down next to him.
Following him was his wife, who was obviously also here to watch the child's performance.
Wang Xianfu glanced at Yan Weiwei sitting next to Meng Lang and twitched the corners of his mouth.
Seeing the unnatural look on Wang Xianfu's face, Meng Lang just nodded weakly.
“Yeah, what a coincidence.”
I immediately turned my head and looked like don’t bother me.
My heart is already in turmoil, so don’t let me participate in any more intrigues in the parent theater...
If possible, he just wants to send an emoticon now - leave me alone!
Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang's "dejected" look, and the look on his face became even weirder.
"What's wrong with you? Are you listless when you come out today? Uh~ Kacha! Kacha!"
Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang and threw two pills just from the vendor's hand into her mouth. Bought popcorn.
"It's nothing, I just feel tired. Maybe the more a person knows, the less happy he will be..."
The more you know, the less happy you become?
What does he know?
Yan Weiwei's eyes flashed guiltily, "Well...if you have something on your mind, you can talk to a friend. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in alone, haha!"
Yes, indeed. , if a person holds it in, he will really become depressed.
This is why I chose to confess everything to Xiaoyu at the end of my life.
"Alas! It's not easy for me to talk. The trust between people... must at least be the kind of life-and-death friendship..." Meng Lang sighed.
Unfortunate things happen all the time, but it is no different from the person you talk to. Only when you encounter this kind of thing will you know how difficult it is to find a suitable listener.
How many people can trust their lives like Xiaoyu?
"Uh..."
But when Yan Weiwei heard this, it had a different meaning.
Friend of life and death?
Is he mocking me? It must be, right?
She curled her lips and said, "Okay, okay, don't beat around the bush. Last night's payment has indeed arrived. I'll transfer 500,000 to you later."
"Huh?" Meng Lang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened.
“You didn’t say when the money was received? Wait! Why is it 500,000! Didn’t you agree on 1 million?”
"You sell insurance and you don't get a commission? How can you say that I am also the introducer!"
Meng Lang was speechless for a moment, "50% commission, you have the nerve to open your mouth! The insurance companies are not even against you!< br>
But you can hack me, but you can’t hack my money!”
This is the money of the “Striving to Save Yourself Until You Die and Save the World Foundation”, are you embarrassed to talk about a commission?
Do you know that you are holding back people all over the world?
"What is black! I'm keeping it for you temporarily. Haven't you heard that saying, 'Men become bad when they have money'.
In order to prevent you from becoming rich overnight Shi Lezhi, I will first take care of this money for you. You keep it." Yan Weiwei said plausibly.
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
That makes sense, but isn’t this housekeeper’s posture inappropriate?
"Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which will save me money every month." Meng Lang curled his lips.
With Yan Weiwei's net worth, she doesn't look down on a mere 500,000 yuan. Maybe she thinks she really has no money and wants to give herself a "cooling off period"?
But... men become bad when they have money?
Ha! Then I'm really bad.
......
"What's wrong with you? Is your face cramped?" Mrs. Wang looked at her husband strangely.
From the beginning, my face has been twitching non-stop. Didn't you have this problem before?
"No...it's okay." Wang Xianfu's expression was wonderful.
Although the scene was a little noisy, the conversation between the two people around him still reached his ears intermittently.
[Last night’s reward has indeed arrived. I’ll transfer 500,000 to you later. 】
【Why 500,000! Didn’t we agree on 1 million? 】
[You sell insurance and you don’t take commission? After all, I am also the introducer! 】
【Okay, okay, the monthly rent will be deducted from it, which saves me money every month. 】
Listen! Listen to this conversation! Is this human talk?
Forget it last time it was in front of the elementary school, now it’s inside the elementary school! Can you be a little more charitable?
Wang Xianfu has already imagined a small theater in his mind that is not suitable for children.
He originally thought that the relationship between the two people was that of a keeper and a scumbag, a spare tire and a scumbag, but he did not expect that the relationship between the two parties seemed to be more complicated than he thought...
Being an introducer, super high Commission, work for her, and monthly venue fees. This rich woman is a complete industrial chain by herself!
No wonder people can afford such luxury cars.
But...this little brother is too tortured!
A million a night? It’s almost as much as my entire year’s income!
Is this the situation in the domestic high-end market?
My envy has nowhere to go...
At this moment, a formal beauty wearing a small suit came into Mr. Lemon King's eyes.
Although he was dressed very differently from last time and wore a pair of large black-rimmed glasses, Wang Xianfu still recognized him at a glance. Wasn't this one of the "spare tires" he had with Meng Lang that day?
Looking at her looking around, she seemed to be looking for someone.
Wang Xianfu's eyes lit up.
I’ll just say it! How can you always walk by the river without getting your shoes wet?
The master of time management also has times when his program schedule is confusing, right?
Could this be the Shura Field that we love to see?
If the two women fight, or Meng Lang is beaten by two women in a mixed doubles...
Should I pretend to start a fight, or should I quickly pick up my phone and record a video, lamenting the deterioration of the world in the circle of friends?
"Hey! Why hasn't this started yet? What program is Zikai and his class scheduled for?" Wang Xianfu stood up from the crowd and looked towards the stage.
Under the noise he deliberately made, the beautiful woman was indeed attracted to her attention. She looked over and soon found Meng Lang and the two men beside him, and then they walked towards here as expected. .
Coming, coming, the show is coming!
Wang Xianfu looked expectant.
"Finally I found you guys. I had some work to do just now. Am I not late?"
"No, no, the show is just about to start. Haitang, you are here just in time. Come and sit down. Are you hungry? , eat popcorn, and I bought you a bottle of salt soda."
Uh...
Wang Xianfu looked at the two women holding hands, acting as intimately as sisters. Everyone was confused.
Isn’t this different from the script?
What about Mars hitting the Earth?
"Brother Meng, she...they know each other?"
"Ah! They are best friends, of course they know each other." Meng Lang gave this guy a strange look.
Best friend... best friend? !
This relationship is a bit messy, let me sort it out first.
But after thinking about it for a long time, I still couldn't figure it out.
At this time, Wang Xianfu looked at Meng Lang without envy and jealousy.
What replaced it was another kind of gaze that looked up at the mountain.
When you surpass others by a little bit, others will envy you. When you surpass others by a large margin, others will envy you.
But when you are so outstanding that no one can compare to you, others will only admire you...
"Brother Meng, this is my business card. Let's drink tea together when you have time. I want to ask you for your parenting experience."
"Uh..."
I was caught off guard by your use of honorifics. of...
...
"Dear parents."
"Dear teachers."
"Dear students."
"Welcome to Qingsong Primary School's art performance selection tonight!
In this place where flowers are blooming, On the most beautiful April day in the world, we gather together..."
"I now announce that the performance has officially begun! Next, we will invite the first performance, the chorus "Tomorrow Will Be" performed by Class 3 of the fourth grade. Better!”
At this time, the host on the stage had already begun to announce the curtain, soothing and melodious music sounded, and the scene gradually became quiet.
【Gently wake up your sleeping soul and slowly open your eyes.
Look at this busy world, are you still lonely and spinning around?
The spring breeze is incomprehensible to the style, blowing the young man's heart...]
Meng Lang listened to the ethereal children's chorus of young girls on the stage, and his somewhat irritable mood seemed to slowly calm down.
The healing power of human cubs was unparalleled, and Meng Lang gradually became intoxicated by it.
【Look up for the wings in the sky, the traces of migratory birds appear.
Brings news of famine in the distance and the relentless flames of war still present.
The white snow on Jade Mountain is falling, burning the hearts of young people...]
Looking at the young faces on the stage, he couldn't help but flash the burning city in his mind, screaming of people, and countless helpless young faces in the ruins of the city...
[Stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dreams, let me have your sincere face.
Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth~ and offer devout prayers for tomorrow.
Who can ignore his homeland and put aside the childhood in his memory.
Who can bear to see his sorrow yesterday take away our smiles...】
……
"The second show will be invited next, a children's drama performed by the third grade class of the second grade - "X-Men"!"
It wasn't until the host's second curtain call sounded that Meng Lang changed his mind from that kind of show. I woke up from the inexplicable sadness. Um? What did you just hear?
"X Chronicles"?
(End of this chapter)