My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!-Chapter 821 - 492 Communication Methods

That night, numerous missile-defense experts and scholars from the Beijing Institute of Science were disturbed, staying awake throughout the night.

Meanwhile, Meng Lang had a good dream all night.

In his dream, he once again walked down the marriage aisle with Lin Haitang...

"Why are you smiling foolishly?"

"Ah, nothing, just thinking about how to communicate with your father later.

By the way, is this the place where you grew up, Haitang?" Meng Lang looked around at the surroundings.

It was now the morning of the second day, and Meng Lang and Lin Haitang were walking in a neighborhood outside the Fifth Ring.

The neighborhood showed signs of age, with mottled building walls, climbing vines covering the walls, and rusty roadside signs all telling the long history of this community.

Lin Haitang’s expression was somewhat nostalgic, but this nostalgia quickly faded.

"Yes! When I was young, I lived with my father. Although it was a restructured family, I still had a warm youth until the family business failed and he started drinking...

Speaking of it, I haven’t been back for a long time." Lin Haitang sighed with a somewhat complicated expression.

Meng Lang smirked.

Goodness, considering the time, Lin Haitang’s childhood empire was ruined by Mr. Lin in just a few short years?

No, not only ruined, but also accrued a mountain of debt...

He was simply a prodigal father...

"Do you still have any memories of here from your childhood? I mean, when you were around five or six years old?" Meng Lang probed.

"Five or six years old..." Lin Haitang thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"Back then, I was still in kindergarten, and it’s been so long ago. I don’t have any impressions left."

"Not even a bit of impression?" Meng Lang asked again.

Being a burgeoning scholar in biology and neurology, Meng Lang knew that memory varies from person to person, but it divides into long-term and short-term memory.

Typically, the age of 2-4 years falls under short-term memory.

A child can remember certain events from age 2 when they’re 3 and some from 3 when they’re 4, but by age 5 they may not recall significant occurrences from age 3 or 2.

Therefore, true long-term memory should begin around age 5, though individual differences and special events are exceptions.

Hence, he couldn’t determine whether Lin Haitang’s "amnesia" was normal, or if there were human factors at play.

But even if memories naturally fade, one should still have some impression of profound and impactful happenings...

"I have no impression... Why are you curious about this?"

"Ah, nothing, just casually asking."

Lin Haitang gave Meng Lang a peculiar look but soon her gaze was drawn to the black suitcase he was carrying.

Hmm... It’s the kind you rarely see on the street nowadays but frequently appear in police and spy movies.

Square, and with a handcuff attached, it makes one suspect there might be nuclear buttons and illegal items inside.

"Speaking of which, you mysteriously went out early in the morning saying you’d buy a gift, is this it?"

"Ah, yes, this is it!" Meng Lang said, patting the suitcase.

"What’s inside?"

"That’s a secret for now."

"Uh... The person you’re meeting is just an ordinary person, you don’t need to be so formal. Someone who doesn’t know might think we’re on a secret mission...

Yesterday when meeting Mr. Hu, you weren’t this ceremonious." Lin Haitang couldn’t help but remark wryly.

This suitcase, no matter how you look at it, should be the kind of prop used for yesterday’s task...

"Yesterday was business, today is personal; how could the importance and attention be the same?"

Lin Haitang: "..."

Seeing Meng Lang appeared to take this meeting very seriously, Lin Haitang couldn’t help but give him a word of caution.

"I think you shouldn’t harbor too much hope, expecting gifts to smooth things over, you might be overthinking."

"You’re mistaken, if you find someone difficult to communicate with, it’s often because you haven’t found the most effective method of communication.

And don’t you think I was born with a face that’s lovable to elders?"

"Haha..."

...

"Knock knock!"

After the knocking sound, three to four minutes passed before the peeling door was slowly opened by a middle-aged man, drunk and reeking of alcohol, appearing before them.

"Who is it! Disturbing my dreams early in the morning... hic~"

Mr. Lin burped, rubbing his sleepy eyes until he saw Lin Haitang standing outside the door, his eyes instantly brightening. "Haitang!"

...

A moment later, they stepped into a room which could be described as barren.

Not only were various items casually discarded, but from the hallway to the living room, empty bottles and cans were visible everywhere.

The weird smell of alcohol mixed with mustiness kept invading Meng Lang’s nose, making him almost sneeze.

If Lin Haitang hadn’t periodically hired cleaners to tidy up, there’d probably be no place to sit in the living room...

Meng Lang suppressed his inner complaints, and observed Mr. Lin, who opened another bottle of beer without reservation.

Though his beard was scruffy and hair messy, showing signs of aging.

Yet, one could still vaguely see a glimpse of Lin Haitang’s shadow on this weathered face full of stories...

Lin Haitang originally felt somewhat complicated about coming home, but seeing the other party drink so early in the morning, she couldn’t help but sigh helplessly in her heart.

"Hello, Uncle! Sorry for intruding."

Meng Lang’s greeting alleviated the mildly awkward atmosphere on site and shifted Mr. Lin’s attention towards him...

He scrutinized Meng Lang with a sideways glance.

Ordinary attire, ordinary demeanor... Nothing at all like the appearance and packaging a social elite or a successful person should uphold, his expression instantly turned unfriendly...

"A few days ago, Haitang unexpectedly called to say she was bringing a friend to see me, named something Lang, so you’re the boy, I suppose?"

Faced with such blunt speech, Lin Haitang frowned slightly.

But then she realized that coming here today was to make Meng Lang give up and retreat in face of difficulties, right?

Turning her head to look at Meng Lang beside her, she found him not the least bit upset, happily saying.

"That’s right, Uncle, I’m Haitang’s ’male’ friend Meng Lang!"

Hey hey! Don’t add qualifiers randomly!

How did it suddenly become male friend!

Seeing Lin Haitang’s expression grow slightly unnatural, yet she didn’t open her mouth to refute, Mr. Lin’s face immediately darkened.

"Don’t try to get friendly with me, who is your uncle? Don’t think I don’t know what scheme you’re up to, boy.

I’m telling you, with my daughter’s attributes, many young talents are lining up for her, what matters of appearance and family background don’t her pursuers have?

Can you afford a house from working in the big city your whole life?

Can you give her happiness? Can you..."

"Click!" The light sound of a latch opening.

"Uncle, I didn’t know what you liked before coming, so I brought this small gift; it’s just a small token of respect."

"Gulp~" The sound of swallowing.

A moment later...

"Oh my! Xiao Meng, you’re too gracious, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I thought you looked distinguished and talented, in short, endearing!"

"Haha! Uncle, you’re too kind; meeting you felt like knowing an old friend!"

"Right, right! Like old friends!"

"So Uncle, what do you think about me and Haitang’s matter..."

"I agree! It’s the modern era, you guys freely dating, a perfect match in talent and appearance, how could I disagree!"

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Lin Haitang: "..."

Her expression was extraordinarily strange as she watched the situation gradually deviate from the original script...

The atmosphere suddenly shifted at the scene, from "you boy" to the endearing "Xiao Meng," from hostile to harmonious.

None other than the fact that sitting before Mr. Lin, opened, was the suitcase...

Packed full with piles and piles of cash...

Lin Haitang couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth.

[If you find someone difficult to communicate with, it’s often because you haven’t found the most effective method of communication...]

So...

Is this your so-called way of communication?!

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