My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 629 Graffiti
I was careless and didn't use Flash!
Fate, that old man, really didn't miss the chance to trick me.

I've been hit on the head by a high-yield nuclear bomb before, but being hit by a high-yield meteorite is a first for me.

Another way to die creatively has emerged; my life experience is truly amazing...

Meng Lang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Who would have thought that staying in the rear of the "magic city defense line," in a livable and retirement-oriented city with virtually no strategic value, could bring about such a catastrophic disaster?

Presumably spurred by the heavy casualties among his friends and family in the previous episode, he chose to stay on Earth alone in this episode.

After all, Juejuezi, this "brat," is an unstable factor, and if I, as the parent, am not around, I might not be able to keep things under control.

Based on past experience, it's hard to say whether the "minor frictions" mentioned in the article are just acting or a rebellious AI trying to "make the act real."

The good news, however, is that everyone seems to be safe except for herself. Humanity has escaped the mess on its home planet and embarked on the path of interstellar civilization. Lin Haitang has even become an immortal being...

I felt quite gratified.

The slight regret of "falling before victory" has also vanished.

If this is the outcome... it doesn't seem so unacceptable?

He turned the page again...

He once told me that the organization's goal was immortality, and his greatest wish in this life was to see the more distant future.

If that day ever comes, let me stand in his place, to witness, to write...

I asked him how far into the future he wanted to see.

He jokingly said that if he had to put a time limit on this future, he would hope it would be a thousand years from now...

……

A thousand years later, the Star Beast cubs have left the solar system and begun their migration, while Earth has begun a long period of ecological recovery.

A thousand years later, the remaining humans have completed genetic adjustments and adapted to working and living in the virtual world.

A thousand years later, conservatives advocated preserving carbon-based bodies, while radicals pursued complete digital evolution, leading to the emergence of several new evolutionary branches within humanity.

A thousand years later, Mars became a second home for civilization, and humanity began to explore beyond the solar system.

A thousand years later, a massive migration of interstellar beasts was discovered tens of light-years away...

A thousand years is far too long a process.

In this vast expanse, the chaos, wars, and grudges of a thousand years ago seem to have all become insignificant.

Only love, humanity, and existence are worthy of deep exploration...

A thousand years has no concrete form; it only leaves its mark silently—a blur, a mottled appearance, white hair, and old age…

However, the Divine Machine Clan would not.

I often simulate the time I spent with him in the virtual world, only to wake up a century later...

For me, the simplest thing in the world is remembering, and the hardest thing is forgetting.

A thousand years have passed, but the events of the past remain vivid in my memory.

I still remember the look on his face when he first confessed his feelings to me, the way my heart pounded when he first kissed me, and the deep affection in his eyes when he looked at me on the beach that year…

I'm afraid of forgetting, of forgetting these precious memories.

Yet, amidst the fear, these thousand-year-old memories also act as a bridge, leading to a prison called loneliness…

He was lucky because he was exceptionally gifted compared to ordinary people, possessing talents that others did not have.

We always think of memories as a treasure, but we forget that they can also be a shackle.

Forgetting is sometimes a ritual for the soul to break free from its burdens...

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"Ding-dong~" Lin Haitang, who was about to go to bed in room 1102 next door, suddenly received a message.

She picked up the phone.

Meng asked: "Are you asleep?"

Haitang: [I was just getting ready to sleep, what's up?]

Meng said: "It's nothing, I just missed you and wanted to hug you."

Lin Haitang blushed.

Haitang: [Qingqing is still here, what are you thinking about! (knocking)]

Meng said: "I really just want a hug, a very sacred and pure kind of hug..."

Haitang: […I'm going to sleep.]

Meng said: [Um... Goodnight! And... Thank you!]

Lin Haitang looked at the last two words, "thank you," and was somewhat puzzled.

Thank you? What are you thanking me for?
……

the next day……

"Wow! The sea! The beach! Sister Weiwei! Xiaoyu, come quick, there are sand sculptures over there..."

Meng Qingqing excitedly kicked off her slippers and dragged Yan Weiwei and Xiaoyu towards the beach.

Today is Sunday. I heard that Meng Qingqing is going to Hainan in a few days, so Yan Weiwei suggested that we take advantage of the holiday to show her around for a day.

So, Meng Qingqing, who had never seen the sea from the inland region, expressed her desire to go to the beach...

Carrying large bags of camping gear such as tents, shovels, and water guns, Meng Lang glanced helplessly at his younger sister, who was like a wild horse.

Then he glanced at Lin Haitang beside him, who was wearing a loose-fitting overcoat...

He couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

"Pity……"

"What's a pity?" Lin Haitang, with her sharp ears, turned her head and tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze.

"Cough! It's nothing! It's a pity it's not summer, otherwise the scenery would be even more beautiful."

"Ha! Is the scenery prettier, or the swimsuit?" Lin Haitang rolled her eyes at him with a half-smile.

“Of course, anywhere there are crabapple trees... is beautiful.” Meng Lang said earnestly.

Lin Haitang immediately gave in, her face slightly flushed, "I'll go find Weiwei and the others..."

Watching Lin Haitang flee quickly, Meng Lang's eyes held a slightly complicated expression.

A thousand years for just one day, for just one person.

Such deep affection is hard to bear, especially when it comes to the kindness of a beautiful woman...

……

After finding a shady spot under a tree and setting up the tent, Meng Lang turned around and looked at the group of people playing and frolicking on the edge of the waves, feeling as if he had been transported to another world.

A day on earth is but a thousand years in a book...

Although there is no one like myself in the world a thousand years from now, it is still a glimpse of the distant future.

The exploration of interstellar space, the evolution of humankind, the unpredictable changes of the universe...

Such a massive star beast was still a cub, and there were large-scale migrating herds tens of light-years away...

Migration?
Like fish laying eggs?
He thought it was just one, but it turned out to be a whole group...

Imagine further: did this massive stellar behemoth colony reproduce naturally, or is it being herded and raised like sheep by some other civilization...?

Just as he was pondering this, he heard Meng Qingqing's shout coming from afar.

"Brother! What are you doing! Come over here and take a picture for us!"

"Okay! Here I come!"

I shook my head; that was too far removed from my own life.

No matter how beautiful the scenery in the distance is, we shouldn't miss the beauty of the present moment...

Upon arriving at the coastline, I saw several people gathered together, seemingly writing and drawing something on the mudflats.

“This is me! This is Sister Weiwei, this is Xiaoyu, this is Sister Haitang…” Meng Qingqing squatted on the beach.

"And there's an older man too!"

"Hehe! I'll draw this one! This is Meng Xiaolang..."

Meng Lang walked over curiously.

All I saw were four smiley faces—three big ones and one small one—scribbled on randomly, and one... pig's head?
Meng Lang looked at Yan Weiwei, who had a smug expression on her face, and was speechless.

This guy is so childish...

"Brother! Hurry up, take a group photo for us. This is the composition I saw on Xiaohongshu. Remember to take it from this angle..." Meng Qingqing urged.

"Alright! Ready? One, two, three! Cheese!" *Snap!*

The photo captures a group of people smiling broadly, along with smiling faces and a pig's head on the beach...

"Splash~" "Ah~ So cool~"

A wave surged in, and the girls laughed and dodged it.

Only Meng Lang stared blankly at the pig's head that had just been wiped away by the waves, lost in thought.

Because... the book cover clearly shows the remaining graffiti from that moment...

He was lucky because he was exceptionally gifted compared to ordinary people, possessing talents that others did not have.

We always think of memories as a treasure, but we forget that they can also be a shackle.

And forgetting is sometimes a ritual for the soul to break free from its burdens...

rash:"……"

(End of this chapter)