My autobiography cannot be a tragedy

Chapter 630 I Just Want to See You
So that's what... the cover of that book looked like.

It's not abstract art, but realism...

Meng Lang stared blankly at the pig's head graffiti that was being gradually erased by the waves.

He had been somewhat confused about the ending of the book, but at this moment he suddenly understood Lin Haitang's words.

Him? Exceptionally gifted? Possessing talents that others don't?
What does Lin Haitang refer to?
Yes...it's his Alzheimer's!

Compared to the eternal memories of the Divine Machine Clan, which are both loved and hated, he is naturally gifted with the ability to be a "memory eraser".

However, these were all memories from a long time ago, so much so that Meng Lang didn't react for a moment.

I even miss it now.

After all, there was no apocalypse of madmen, no Pacific Rim, and no planetary collapse back then...

My happy life is still in the early stages of wits and courage in fighting against Alzheimer's disease...

Well... from prediction to delay, it seems that after the self-rescue "N.0 Plan for the Bridge of Helplessness", the brothers rarely mentioned this disease that once caused them so much trouble.

It seems that Changqing Bio's accumulated funds and technology have enabled future medical technologies to significantly delay or even ignore the symptoms.

So although there has never been a cure for Alzheimer's disease, over time, people have come to accept that their dementia is a thing of the past...

Lin Haitang knew she had Alzheimer's disease, which meant that her future self had received related treatment, so it's not surprising.

but……

Death is not true passing away; oblivion is the true and eternal annihilation.

The deceased live on in the memories of the living, and memory itself is like a funeral that never ends...

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

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

Introduction, main body, conclusion...

Aside from narrating future history from an observer's perspective, the core theme repeatedly mentioned in the book yesterday seems to revolve around the word "memory" from beginning to end.

Although it seems to be just some of Lin Haitang's spontaneous feelings.

But to Meng Lang, these words sounded like thunderclaps, jolting him awake to certain issues he had subconsciously overlooked before…

Meng Lang squatted down, staring absently at the smiling face on the beach, gradually smoothed out by wave after wave...

Talent...ability...

With the passage of time, looking back at the "incurable disease" that I once feared so much, I suddenly have some new insights.

Yes, just as Lin Haitang said.

For ordinary people, forgetting is a painful, slow death.

However, for him, isn't it a different kind of "talent"?
Previously, he was only focused on how to cure this "stubborn disease," but little did he know that some people even sought it but could not obtain it.

For example, Lin Haitang in yesterday's book, and for example... the "Lin Haitang" of the past...

He had made some guesses about how "Lin Haitang" lost her memory.

For example, by studying neuroscience or by drawing on the Protoss's "purification" technology for erasing memories, they developed technologies similar to "amnesia potion" or "forgetfulness potion."

Regardless of the process, the ultimate goal is to eliminate the side effects of "overlapping consciousness".

After all, Lin Haitang was still young at the time, and the side effects of his autobiography should have been more urgent and severe than those of himself.

It is very likely that he read a book that led him to a “critical point”, which ultimately forced him to take such an extreme approach, and then he sent his autobiography to himself, someone he “could trust.”

Hmm... that's what he thought before.

He felt that the reason he was able to win the favor of the "kindergarten version of Lin Haitang" was not only because she had tested him with "time," but also because of his "naivety" and "innocence."

But until today, Lin Haitang's words seemed to awaken him from his dream, and he seemed to have some new guesses.

Are being "unworldly" and "naive" really enough?
Although he claims to be no bad person, his moral standards are slightly higher than the human average.

But compared to some saintly people, he's not the only "good person" in the world, so why should he treat you differently?

Of course, there is another reason, which is that "it takes a hundred lifetimes to share a boat ride, and a thousand lifetimes to share a pillow"...

Through countless reincarnations, the other person has formed an inextricable bond with me across countless lifetimes.

In the end, I discovered that I was not only a "good person," but more importantly, a "good man"!
Thus, love took deep root; of all the waters in the world, she only took one sip from me…

This is also the most likely reason that Meng Lang believes.

Well! Of course, besides the two most important reasons mentioned above, there might also be some "technical" considerations.

such as……

I have Alzheimer's...

This girl learns everything quickly and is very popular; she even made quite a few friends in the library.

She can even sit and chat with some elderly women with dementia for half a day...

I recall some small details that Lin's mother revealed when I visited her in Beijing.

Why was Lin Haitang interested in Alzheimer's patients when she was a child?

The only possibility is that... the other party realized that this disease, which seems like a terminal illness to ordinary people, is actually a "good remedy" for her!
Perhaps she also founded a biotechnology company similar to "Changqing Bio" in the world of her book, specializing in the research of the pathology and causes of Alzheimer's disease.

And then, is "amnesia water" one of the related findings?

As for what kind of intersection might exist between myself, who is from all over the world, and Lin Haitang...

Illness is the only thing that is hard to be controlled by fate, especially some "stubborn diseases"!
Let's imagine something bold: if Lin Haitang drastically altered the future timeline, and the butterfly storm prevented her from dying a "tragic death," then it's quite possible that she would fall ill at a young age in 2038...

Would he become one of Lin Haitang's "research subjects" at that time?

If one study doesn't yield any results, then perhaps she'll contact me again beforehand, from before the onset of the illness to after... and study me several more times.

Then, as the research progressed, it became the subject of study?

Meng Lang tried his best to put himself in Lin Haitang's shoes at that time...

While autobiographies have incredible effects, their side effects are also quite intractable.

If you truly love someone, you would give them your love without hesitation, watch them repeat the same mistakes, and eventually either go crazy or lose their memory.

If it were me, I would definitely have some concerns.

But... what if this person has a built-in "immunity" as a side effect?

As a progressive neurodegenerative disease, Alzheimer's disease slowly erases memories.

And an autobiography, each time, brings new memories...

The least likely answer is often the truth...

Alzheimer's disease...a side effect of autobiography...

Fighting poison with poison, two negatives make a positive.

These two things now seem to be a perfect match?

Even if the problem cannot be completely solved, compared to others, I am undoubtedly a more resilient "chosen one" in terms of self-renewal.

So the key to solving the cracking problem that made you so anxious and desperate is actually in your own hands.

And all along, I've been trying to get something for nothing?
Meng Lang's expression gradually became strange.

and so……

Lin Haitang not only wanted to be a "good person" and a "good man," but also... wanted to suffer from Alzheimer's disease?

Hmm... this is indeed a profound exploration of love, humanity, and existence...

……

"What are you looking at?"

Meng Lang looked up and saw that Lin Haitang was already standing in front of him, looking at him with a puzzled expression as he squatted on the beach, staring at the spot where everyone had just scribbled...

She bent down with a curious expression.

"I've been watching you squatting here for ages, and you haven't responded when I call you. Are there any flowers in this sand?"

"Hehe! The Buddha said, 'One leaf, one Bodhi; one grain of sand, one world.' I am just now contemplating this."

"What insights did you gain?"

Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang, his voice tinged with regret.

"About love, humanity, and the meaning of existence... well! Actually, I'm mainly thinking about you."

Lin Haitang playfully gave Meng Lang a dirty look, then turned and left.

Meng Lang quickly got up and followed.

"Where are the others?"

"Weiwei and the others went over there to ride jet skis. I was just about to call you to come and meet them."

"Oh, how about we go buy some food first before we go over? There seems to be a hot dog stand over there."

Meng Lang naturally took Lin Haitang's soft, boneless hand and made a suggestion as if nothing had happened.

Lin Haitang: "..."

Her face was slightly flushed, and seeing that she was still far from Weiwei and the others, she did not struggle and softly hummed in agreement.

The two walked side by side on the soft sand, hand in hand, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness...

Looking at Lin Haitang's charming profile, Meng Lang felt a pang of emotion.

The deeper the love, the more far-reaching the plans...

With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

"I felt the evening breeze you felt, so does that mean we embraced? But as if waking from a dream, my hands are empty..."

Just then, I happened to pass by a stall where people were busking on the beach, and I heard a song accompanied by guitar and vocals coming from there...

"Uh..." Both of them were stunned for a moment, not expecting to hear this song here.

Meng Lang glanced at Lin Haitang somewhat guiltily, only to find that she was looking at him at the same time...

The next moment, a surprised exclamation was heard...

"Brother! It really is you, brother!"

But then the young man who had been busking came running over with a guitar in his arms, looking delighted. Amidst the surprised gazes of the scattered onlookers, he grabbed Meng Lang's hand.

"Uh...who are you?" Meng Lang looked at the young man with a question mark on his face.

"It's me! You sang 'Misplaced Time and Space' on my guitar last time, bro, don't you remember?" The young man looked excited to see his idol.

"Oh, by the way, there was a beautiful woman with you at the time..."

Upon seeing Lin Haitang beside Meng Lang, the young man immediately shut his mouth, but unfortunately it seemed to be too late.

Feeling the meaningful gazes around him, Meng Lang wished he could kick this guy into the sea right away.

Just when we were finally enjoying some time alone together, fate had to sabotage us again, didn't it?
His lips twitched slightly. "Hehe... Oh, it's you! What a coincidence!"

"Uh...hehe! Yeah, I usually perform around here." The young man seemed to realize he had gotten into trouble, and smiled awkwardly before getting a little excited.

"By the way, bro, you're the composer of 'Misplaced Time and Space,' right? Hehe, don't worry, I know you're low-key, I won't tell anyone. I'm a big fan of yours."

"How about it, bro? Why don't you go up and sing another song?" The young man looked on expectantly.

"No, no, I was just writing randomly. If there's nothing else, we'll be going now." Meng Lang pulled Lin Haitang, wanting to leave quickly.

However, they found that they couldn't pull it...

Lin Haitang stood there, looking at Meng Lang, who had a somewhat surprised expression on his face, and lowered her eyes.

"Come to think of it, I'm the one who usually sings for you, and I've never heard you sing for me before."

“Uh…” Meng Lang was stunned for a long time.

This guy... could it be that he's jealous?
It was somewhat amusing to watch Attorney Lin, who was rarely seen showing such a girlish side, but she simply couldn't bring herself to refuse...

With a hint of reluctance in the young man's excited eyes, he accepted the guitar offered to him and went to the microphone.

Looking at Lin Haitang, who stood gracefully in the crowd... a strange emotion suddenly welled up in my heart.

"Justice Delayed," "Little Love Song," "Encounter," "A Thousand Years of Solitude"...

The two went from acquaintances to friends, from friends to lovers, and from friends to lifelong companions...

And what kind of love-hate entanglement will the Begonia I've never met have with me in another time and space...?

How should this love, which transcends time and spans past and present lives, be expressed...?

I want to see you, I only want to see you.
In the future, in the past, I just want to see you

Traveling through thousands of timelines

"Standing together in the sea of ​​people..."

The young man was stunned for a moment. He had thought Meng Lang would sing his famous song "Misplaced Time and Space," but he didn't expect him to sing a different song.

And... why does it feel like I've never heard of it before?

When love is left as a relic

Memories etched in images
It takes centuries of longing to truly cherish something...

With the gentlest tone, he sang the most heartfelt confession, yet his gaze remained fixed on the person opposite him... meeting her eyes.

"Can a miracle offer a glimmer of hope?"

Will we meet again?

Exhausted the logic
The most difficult mystery of love
Are you the same as me?

Waiting for a sentence

I do...

As time goes by, seasons change.
Regardless of the changes in the universe or the shifting of stars
Never going out of style, it's the innocent sincerity of youth.

Future advanced technology
I can't simulate the warmth of your embrace...

If in another time and space, in another body
Could there be another ending...?

In the crowd, Lin Haitang suddenly felt a chill on the back of her hand.

She stared blankly at the damp marks on the back of her hand, and then more and more appeared...

She was clearly very happy, so happy...

Don't know why.

The tears just wouldn't stop...

(End of this chapter)