My past life was a fan of all men

Mo Lang became a celebrity in the school, rushing into the ranks of the top ten most beautiful boys on campus.After the test, Mo Lang's photo was posted on the honor roll of the top ten in the first grade, and the school's radio station received letters from students asking the radio station to read out their blessings to Mo Lang.

For a whole week, the radio station ordered the song "your heart" for classmate Mo Lang on time at 6 o'clock every night before the evening repair.

After the preliminary examination, the school officially invented a regulation, and the new students' late revision began.Ranking first in the hot list for a whole week, Mo Lang slowly rose to the top ten of the school grass, and officially attracted the girls in the school to be obsessed with him.

It is an unprecedented anecdote that eight of the nine subjects in the first year of senior high school have full marks. In addition, the single subject of English has zero eggs, making it even more unpredictable. What is this wind-like man?

After the preliminary examination, Mo Lang was officially assigned to the first grade (1) class by the school with the top ten scores in the grade, and Chen Xiaodie, who was sitting in front of him, entered the top class with a ranking of 70.Arriving in class one (1) of high school, Mo Lang sat alone in the last row as usual, and Chen Xiaodie was also ecstatic to be able to sit in front of him.

During evening study, when the tone of "your heart" came out from the classroom stereo, all the students in the class turned their heads and stared at Mo Lang for a few times, some covered their mouths and smiled, some twitched their mouths helplessly Shaking her head, Chen Xiaodie saw that Mo Lang was still lowering her head, so she also lowered her head to read "Youth Digest".

In the evening class, Wu Ruolan, the head teacher of Class One (1), walked in with a few test papers. She was a tall, young, beautiful woman about 28 years old. When the class teacher walked in, the students all lowered their heads to look at her. with his own textbook.

Needle drop can be heard in the class, very quiet.Wu Ruolan smiled brightly and said, "Tonight, let's appreciate the essays of some students." After speaking, he took out a test paper and said, "Sun Ran"

Sun Ran walked to the edge of the podium and picked up the test paper from Ruolan's hand, then raised his head and looked towards the back of the classroom.After loosening his throat, he said: "Title: "The Fate of 500 Million"".

"I don't know if you still remember how weird the first time we met, but I really saw your face clearly when we met the second time."

His eyes were deep, and his brows were tightened, "If you don't remember the first time we met, then do you still remember that you saved my father for me... Our friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and the catkins waft the fragrance of begonias. "

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"Maybe you have forgotten, maybe you never remember, but...it is fate when we meet, I am willing to exchange 500 million for our first meeting!" After he finished reading, he raised his eyes, Mo Lang still looked down. The head is playing with ants lining up.

"Very good!" Teacher Wu continued, "Sun Ran's article was written very sincerely. This time, he scored 58 points and only deducted two points. Keep going!" She then picked up a test paper from the table , is Mo Lang's test paper, and the red 60 points are shining brightly. She stretched her eyes to look at Mo Lang, and only felt that this student named Mo Lang was probably a genius that she would never meet again in this life. .

She sighed out of her nose, held the two corners of the test paper with both hands, looked at Mo Lang with piercing eyes and said, "The next thing is the full score composition." The students under the podium were in an uproar. They knew that Mo Lang got full marks in the Chinese composition test, but they never knew what Mo Lang wrote, so they could get full marks!

Mo Lang stood up and walked up the desk corridor, step by step as if giving birth to a clean white lotus, he took the test paper, and read in front of his classmates: "Title: "Jue Shang"."

He was holding the test paper, his eyes were covered with a layer of water, and under the illumination of the incandescent lamp in the classroom, the eyes that were originally full of stars were even more shining, and people would never see what was in the depths of his Mo Tan eyes, as if It is a black hole that can take people's heart and mind, as long as it sinks, it will be an abyss.

"A lifetime of ups and downs, with white hair growing wildly, I look back frequently in my dreams, but I still don't see Qing's old age. The previous life passed away in a hurry, and it was too late to say goodbye to the king. I cried out sadly, and I was full of memories."

Mo Lang choked up, and continued to read, "If everything is too late, can we promise the next life, even if the memory is not worth a bowl of Mengpo soup, will you and I still meet in the drizzle, the begonias bloom, and the golden crows come down at dusk? The red half of the river is rushing? Sigh, the world is like a white horse passing by in the blink of an eye for a hundred years, and there is no time to say goodbye, and it is too late to say goodbye..."

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"Definitely, this love is hard to say goodbye to this night; desperately, I don't see him falling into a dream deep in the blue sky and white clouds; desperately, after a thousand years, rub shoulders again, can we have a little more fate, at least say... "goodbye"!"

After reading, there was silence in the classroom. The girls in the class had tears in their eyes, and they all looked at Mo Lang with tears in their eyes, as if they were saying, "How can there be such an affectionate man in this world!"

After self-study that night, Mo Lang returned to the small bungalow. No matter how long he closed his eyes tightly, he was still tossing and turning, sleeping on the beam. He opened his eyes and looked out the window at night. The voice was still the sound of hawking, but even so, he still lost his heart a little bit, and his thoughts were flooding, and he couldn't control it.

In the past few days, Jiu Zhan still brought some strange things to visit Mo Lang every day, and then left.Tan Cheng also came to see Mo Lang a few times, but Mo Lang obviously had too many worries, so he smiled at them calmly and sent them away. "It's been a thousand years, why do I still miss you?" He clenched his fist and hit the wall violently, blood splashed out, staining that memory red.

About half a month later, Mo Lang was wearing a white shirt and sitting in the classroom of Class One (1), Senior One (26). The classroom was illuminated by sunlight through the windows, and the curtains of the three windows floated up under the breeze. , I am taking an English class at the moment. It took Mo Lang nearly half a month to learn the [-] English letters and phonetic symbols. Now he is learning English words and grammar.

He opened English Compulsory One, and what appeared in front of him was a white envelope. He reached out to pick up the envelope sandwiched between the pages of the book, and stared at it with wide eyes. On the envelope was written: To my dear Mo Lang elder brother. "

He opened the envelope and took out a piece of rice-red letter paper. The moment he pulled out the letter paper, the faint fragrance of lavender wafted out. Chen Xiaodie smelled the fragrance and turned around to ask Mo Lang what made it so fragrant. , but saw Mo Lang reading a letter, she glanced out of the corner of her eye, and it turned out to be a love letter from a girl to Mo Lang.

"Hello, Mo Lang. I'll be waiting for you at the school's 'Wanqing Pavilion' at 8 o'clock tonight, see you there!" When Mo Lang saw this place, he realized that this was a love letter, a modern love letter, He twitched the corners of his mouth to laugh, he never imagined that a woman would be so bold when she likes a man now, and dare to write a letter to confess her love, and he felt a little more admiration in his heart!

After class, Sun Ran walked to Mo Lang's desk and stood there, pursing his lips like a dragonfly touching water. Mo Lang raised his eyes and glanced at Sun Ran, then said with a serious face, "Ten circles!" Sun Ran smiled like a spring breeze Said: "Today's run is over." He picked up the letter that had fallen on the table, raised his thick eyebrows and said jokingly: "Master, you have received a love letter!"

Mo Lang shrugged, dragged his chin with his right hand, blinked and said, "Mmm..."

Sun Ran: "..."

"Master, are you going to accept it?" Chen Xiaodie leaned back when she heard this sentence, wanting to hear Mo Lang's answer.

Mo Lang stood up straight, wiped his pocket with one hand, and strode out.That night, the moonlight was clear and the breeze was cool. When Mo Lang passed the "Wanqing Pavilion" by bicycle, he saw a girl with long hair and shawl holding a gift box wrapped in colored paper. She was wearing a floral dress and sitting on the On the edge of the lake where the moonlight is pouring, it is extraordinarily gentle and moving.

Mo Lang rode his stylish bicycle and stopped at the "Wanqing Pavilion", leaving a white arc car mark on the cement road. The evening wind blew Mo Lang's slanted bangs. Under the moonlight, he was more beautiful than usual. Adding a bit of tenderness, the woman saw Mo Lang approaching, and she lowered her head almost to the ground, her face as white as creamy oval seeds instantly turned pink like a mountain flower, the closer Mo Lang approached, her heart twitched more and more tightly, the surrounding air It all seems to have stalled.

Just as the woman was about to look up, Mo Lang puffed up his cheeks and blew, and then said, "I'm sorry!" He didn't remember how many times he said this sentence in his previous life, but he knew it had to be said.

The woman hurriedly wanted to raise her head, but was stopped by Mo Lang, "Don't raise your head, just listen to me quietly." Afterwards, Mo Lang loosened the tie around his neck, "I don't like you, Forget about me." If it was in his previous life, he would have told the woman directly that I was a man with broken sleeves, but he is only a student now, and he had to suppress the words that came out of his throat. .

The woman raised her tear-filled eyes, and she looked even more pitiful in the moonlight, "But I really like you! We..." The woman hadn't finished speaking, but was interrupted by Mo Lang, "All I'll just pretend it didn't happen, this pavilion is called 'Wanqing Pavilion', so let's forget about it." After speaking, Mo Lang took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, handed it to the woman, and then Riding a bicycle turned into a tiny dot, submerged into the night.

The woman was holding a handkerchief, with crystal teardrops hanging from her eyelids falling on the handkerchief, and flowers blossomed from each drop. The beauty is only for those who can't touch it!She hated herself all her life, why did she choose to confess her love in this "Wangqing Pavilion"...