People may still be the sa ones, but his age and way of thinking are different!
If the next 17 years still aren’t sorted out, then just throw it back and keep working on it!
Who knows, perhaps a quantitative change will lead to a qualitative one?
History does not simply repeat itself, it can also progress to a different beat...
After looking it over several tis, ng Lang finally turned his gaze to the sole photo in the book...
...
PM.
Near building 3 of First-class Residence.
ng Lang, holding his cell phone, kept comparing the photo on the screen with his surroundings, as if searching for sothing.
"Found it!"
ng Lang’s eyes suddenly lit up as he found from a certain angle the scene that matched the photo exactly.
"It should be here..."
This street was not a main thoroughfare; there were few pedestrians, usually just residents from the neighborhood who occasionally took walks here.
ng Lang looked around, picked up a rather noticeable white pebble from the roadside, and then carefully positioned it in the middle of the road according to the photo he held.
After marking the spot where the pebble landed, he looked at his watch again.
He moved to the corner of the road, fiddled with his phone for a good while to find the right angle and secure it, then quietly began to wait.
Ti ticked by, second by second...
At 4:13 PM, a young mother pushing a stroller slowly approached the intersection; a few steps behind her, a man was walking and talking on the phone, seemingly the woman’s husband.
ng Lang’s eyes instantly brightened.
"Baby, be good, look here, look here! Ling Ling Ling~"
The young woman jingled the rattle on the stroller and, while pushing the stroller, lovingly cooed at the baby inside, oblivious to the impending danger...
ng Lang, like a resident out for a casual stroll, walked towards them.
Then he pretended to be a passerby who stopped in front of the stroller and looked down at the baby, asking with a smile.
"Oh my, what a cute baby, how old are they?"
"Giggle giggle giggle~" The few-months-old girl stared at ng Lang with her big, round eyes, curiously sizing him up, completely chard.
"Hehe! Three months old."
The young woman didn’t find it strange and stopped the stroller, replying with a friendly smile.
"Really? So chubby and well-fed, co on, say ’uncle’."
The young woman: "..."
Have you ever seen a three-month-old child call soone?
ng Lang was making small talk and also blocking the way, so the young woman was too polite to just push the stroller away and leave.
"Excuse , what are you blocking the path for? Haven’t you heard that good dogs don’t stand in the way?"
A rather sharp female voice ca through, making both of them frown.
ng Lang looked up, and paused for a mont.
The world really is small; it was, unexpectedly, that sa woman who didn’t leash her dog.
"So it’s you? Hmph! Bad luck!"
The middle-aged woman recognized ng Lang as the "concerned bystander" who had spoken up for Cheng Biao last ti.
Thinking of her own little dog, her face darkened, and she humd before moving past them to continue on.
"Hey... wait!" ng Lang hurriedly called out to stop her.
"Wait for what, waiting for a death notice?"
But the middle-aged woman, as if death itself was on her heels, walked even faster.
Emm...
ng Lang stretched out his hand, then let it fall helplessly, and closed one eye.
The next mont...
"Bang!" "Ah!"
Petals blood, juice splattered...
ng Lang opened his eyes and imdiately looked away, unable to bear the sight.
Tsk tsk! With that force, the shoulder blade must be fractured...
Glancing at the young woman and her husband, who were staring in disbelief, he spread his hands helplessly.
Kind words can’t persuade a ghost bent on dying...
"Giggle giggle giggle~"
The little tyke in the stroller, unaware of what had happened, was amused by the scene and started giggling...
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