My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 1065 - 633: Went Into the Wrong Room

Late at night in Yan Weiwei's bedroom.

The dim light at the bedside was still on until late, and there was only the slight sound of a pen writing on paper in the bedroom.

[Dear Haitang, Xiao Yu, when you see this letter, I will already be...]

Frowning, Yan Weiwei tore up the piece of paper and started anew.

[All good things must come to an end, but farewells are too sad. Please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye...]

Tearing up again...

Soon, several balls of paper had accumulated on the floor.

"Ah~ It's so hard to write!"

Yan Weiwei rubbed her hair somewhat irritably.

A sentimental farewell letter like this really isn't suitable for me...

Yes, she ultimately decided to leave.

Even though Yan Feng's illness was just a farce, the guilt and debt at the time did not disappear because the farce was exposed.

Having experienced life and death separations, Yan Weiwei realized she wasn't as strong as she imagined.

She couldn't ignore everything.

She couldn't comfortably enjoy the prosperous life brought by the Yan family while irresponsibly avoiding even a shred of responsibility.

She also didn't want things to actually happen, and then let the old man who doted on her from a young age, leave the world with regrets and unwillingness...

However, she also couldn't bring herself to hurt Haitang...

After pondering for a long time, Yan Weiwei's expression was complex, yet she wrote casually on the letter paper: [I'm going home to inherit my family's estate, don't miss me!]

After reading it several times, she finally stuffed the letter into an envelope and carefully placed it in the drawer.

After doing all this, the somewhat melancholy Yan Weiwei walked alone to the balcony.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, most residents in the community were resting, with only sporadic lights, raising her head, the bright stars scattered, the Milky Way hung upside down.

This boundless night slowly calmed her restless mood.

Her gaze couldn't help but drift to the next door... That was the 1103 direction, and through the window, she could see that the light in the study was still on...

He keeps saying he's into health, yet stays up so late...

Always mysterious, don't know what he's busy with, his lips are so tight...

What a pity, failed to knock that guy out a few times...

Speaking of which, now she can "transform power in five minutes," maybe she should knock him down and then ask?

Anyway, she's always wanted to beat this guy up, may as well fulfill a wish before leaving...

But using someone's potion to beat them up seems a bit lacking in martial ethics.

However, he also doesn't follow martial ethics! He even tricked her into spending a week drawing a dragon with her left hand and a rainbow with her right...

It's just that this guy has countless trump cards, even if both are in the power transformation state, she really might not be able to beat him.

After all, he even knows the leg technique compendium of her family...

Speaking of which, how did that compendium end up leaked? The old man clearly said it wouldn't be passed on...

...

Clearly trying not to think, yet that mysterious man just wouldn't leave her mind.

Memories flooded out like a breached dam...

Hm! He also said he'd accompany her to watch the sunrise over the sea, probably he forgot...

The evening breeze was slightly cool, brushing her hair.

"I've felt the evening wind you've felt, does that count as an embrace..."

The low hum that only she could hear was scattered in the wind under the night sky...

...

Soon, it was Yan Weiwei's birthday.

After school Xiao Yu habitually went to Meng Lang's study room to read for a while.

But happened to catch sight of Meng Lang holding a picture frame, hanging it on the photo wall.

"Ah, Uncle, is there a new photo?"

"Yes! Haha! Come see how it looks?"

Meng Lang dusted off his hands with a smile after hanging the frame.

Xiao Yu looked and noticed two more photos than before.

One showed a mechanical armored man on a metal high platform with his back to the lens, seeming slightly lonely, with a transparent dome overhead and a huge planet filled with vortex storms...

This continued the "desolate" style and tone of the entire photo wall.

The second one that was just hung was rather strange.

It looked like a solitary figure standing on a rock by the sea with one hand raised.

On the turbulent sea before him, a colossal creature resembling a humpback whale floated, with tentacle-like things seemingly waving around it...

The size difference was huge but the feeling was as if the massive monster was writhing painfully and fearfully, stirring up great waves...

"How to put it, Uncle, your synthesized photos are getting more and more detached from reality..." Xiao Yu commented.

"Haha! People often speak firmly because they know too little.

Reality can sometimes be more magical than imagination..."

Meng Lang laughed, without explaining further.

He patted Xiao Yu's head, his eyes deep, with a touch of wistfulness.

"Read the books, all the mysteries of the world are in them..."

...

"Cheers!" "Clink~"

Four glass cups clinked together, spilling shattered crystal droplets.

"Weiwei, happy birthday!"

"Wish Sister Weiwei a happy birthday~"

"Haha! Thank you everyone!"

Impatiently Xiao Yu took out a gift box he prepared, carefully tied with a ribbon in a bow.

"Sister Weiwei, this is the birthday gift I prepared for you."

"What is it? Can I open it?"

"Mm-hmm!"

Curiously, Yan Weiwei untied the ribbon and opened the box, finding a booklet lying quietly inside.

"What is this?"

"Hehe, these are some little tips I've slowly gathered every time I enter the Overclocking State recently, hoping they can help Sister Weiwei."

Yan Weiwei's eyes widened as she opened the booklet, seeing the human meridian diagrams annotated with various insights and experiences.

Although the densely packed handwriting was somewhat naive, it was clear that every stroke was made with great care. In some places, there were cartoon drawings like little rabbits, making Yan Weiwei's heart melt with sentimentality.

"Xiao Yu, this gift is amazing, I absolutely love it! Come on! Let big sister give you a hug!"

Yan Weiwei, full of emotion, hugged Xiao Yu and rubbed her gradually chubby baby face.

"Ah~ Haha…"

"Hey hey! It's not enough to receive a gift, you still want to take advantage of Xiao Yu, huh?" Meng Lang teased.

"None of your business! It's my birthday, I'm the biggest today. Tonight Xiao Yu is mine, and no one is allowed to snatch her from me."

"Alright! You call the shots, here! This is my gift to you."

Meng Lang grinned as he handed over a gift box.

Yan Weiwei finally let go of Xiao Yu to accept the square, book-sized gift box.

"You're not going to give me a secret manual too, right? Has the Overclocking Scripture 3.0 been updated?"

However, as soon as she opened it, she was stunned.

Inside the box was a photo frame, and in the photo within, a distant sea, sunset, and a brightly lit luxury cruise ship…

And there stood Yan Weiwei in front of the camera, donned in a white evening gown with willowy eyebrows, starry eyes, and a beaming smile.

The sea breeze gently stirring her skirt and hair, as if she walked out from a painting…

This is… from that time…

Yan Weiwei tried hard to suppress the ripple in her eyes and looked up at Meng Lang.

"Haha! I wasn't sure what to give you, this is one of my few masterpieces that I can actually offer!" Meng Lang smiled candidly.

He had thought for a long time, regardless of what the future might hold for him and her after today.

He hoped that although time passes, the beauty remains forever.

In that picture taken long ago, it held their stories of the past, worth cherishing even if time and space were misplaced…

"Thank you! I really like it!" Yan Weiwei, for once, showed no haughty air, her eyes lowered.

"Sis! Where's your gift?" Seeing both had given presents, Xiao Yu couldn't help but look at Lin Haitang.

"My gift… might take a bit longer to arrive," Lin Haitang said apologetically.

"What kind of gift is it, being so mysterious?"

"It's a secret for now~"

"Haitang, how come you're like certain people now, also enjoying keeping us guessing?"

It's just that, if it's late, I might not be able to receive it…

Yan Weiwei sighed inwardly.

She quickly gathered the lingering feeling of parting, slapped the table, and raised her glass.

"Anyway, thank you, everyone! This has been the happiest birthday I've had in years, I'll down this drink! Let's not go home until we're drunk tonight!"

"Cheers!" X4.

"Mmm~" The pungent taste rushed straight to her throat.

Holding the glass, Meng Lang looked at the smiles on everyone's faces, his thoughts churning inside.

The last time they gathered like this seemed just half a year ago, yet in his perception, it felt like many years had passed.

After experiencing so much, the four of them could still gather like this today.

And each of their lives had undergone dramatic changes…

Although regret remained the norm, as long as life could illuminate a corner, it seemed enough to bring solace…

"Hey! Where's my Dongpo Pork?"

"Mmm mmm~"

"Don't fight with me, you guy…"

"Hehe! Sister Weiwei, try my grilled skewers."

"Mmm~ Delicious~"

"…"

The birthday feast lasted late into the night, with a birthday song sung for Yan Weiwei in the middle, and cake being eaten…

Until Xiao Yu, unable to stay awake, rubbed her eyes and went to her room to sleep, while Yan Weiwei still wouldn't let Meng Lang leave.

"Let's drink! We agreed not to leave until we're drunk, today I must drink you under the table!"

"Who's afraid of who! But Haitang has the best drinking capacity, why don't we get her drunk first?"

"Good idea! I've never seen Haitang drunk, hehe…"

"Alright! It's so rare to be so happy, I'll drink to my heart's content with you today!"

"…"

Not long after, several more empty bottles appeared on the table…

…

Late night.

The bedroom door at 1103 was pushed open, and a tipsy Yan Weiwei was helped to the bed, still mumbling "I can still drink~" "Keep drinking~"…

A few minutes later, an unconscious man was gently laid on the bed too…

Taking a few deep breaths, the tall figure looked at the two, a hint of complexity flashing in his eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, finally sat slowly at the bedside, leaning down to undo the man's shirt buttons…

But as soon as her hand touched the button, it was suddenly gripped by a strong hand.

Lin Haitang was startled, looking up to meet a pair of bright eyes…

"You…"

"What do you want to do?"

"I… I just wanted to undo your buttons, so you can sleep more comfortably…"

"What about the one next to me?"

"Well… I seem to have drunk a bit too much, got in the wrong room."

"What a coincidence, getting into my room by mistake?"

Lin Haitang's gaze dodged.

Meng Lang sighed, with one pull, he yanked Lin Haitang into his arms amidst her exclamation.

In the light cast from the living room, he looked at the autumn water-like eyes in front of him.

"So, should I call you Haitang now, or… 'Little Haitang'?"