My past life was a fan of all men

In the next few days, Mo Lang received love letters one after another. He didn't say "sorry" with a song like the first time he received a love letter. Instead, he put the love letter in a corner of the desk.I thought that if I didn't move, the female students would not go any further. When I came to the classroom today, there was a crystal-like rice-divided apple on the table.

He picked it up casually and took a bite. It tasted good, but it was still not as delicious as the fairy fruit in the fairy cave. Mo Lang had been playing with Guangrong in the fairy cave for a long time these days, and he rarely went to Uncle Liu's place. Today, after school at noon, Mo Lang pedaled his bicycle to the fruit shop.

As soon as he entered the gate, Uncle Liu frowned and looked thoughtful, "Xiao Lang, the fruit store's business is not very good recently, and today I only sold one apple." Liu Shu lowered his head and continued to say : "With this kind of business, Uncle Liu is really embarrassed to take your salary."

Mo Lang looked at the fruits on display at the stall, all of them were plump and fresh, why didn't any customers come to the door?When he signed the contract with his former boss earlier, he took a good look at the feng shui of this fruit shop. There is no problem. Although it is said that he will not get rich overnight, he will not have no income!He stretched out his hand and patted Uncle Liu on the shoulder, "Oh, Uncle Liu, it's always like this at the beginning of the business, don't worry about it, after a while, customers will come like a cloud, and the fortune will roll!"

Uncle Liu twitched his lips and knew that Mo Lang was reassuring himself. This fruit shop has been open for nearly a month, and the business is getting worse and worse. "By the way, a new fruit shop has recently opened on the corner of the street. Many former customers have bought from them, saying that they are very fresh."

Mo Lang swallowed, then strode to the fruit shop to buy two apples, and then turned back.He wiped the apple peel with his hands, opened his mouth to bite, chewed a few times, and then spat it out, "Grass! What kind of rotten apple has chemical substances added to the surface... Isn't this killing ordinary people!"

Uncle Liu, who was sitting on a low stool, stood up immediately, walked over to Mo Lang and had a look, he frowned and asked, "Xiao Lang, why did you say that his apples use some chemical substances... by the way, What are the chemicals?"

Mo Lang picked up a glass of cold water, rinsed his mouth with a sip of water, and said, "This chemical substance is not good for people's health. It is profiteers who put a layer of wax on the surface of apples to make them look more plump." It's so bright." He picked up his own apple and bit into it, "In a word, profiteer!"

"Ah!" Uncle Liu stared wide-eyed, his facial expression blank, "How come there are people doing such vile things, it's about people's health!" Mo Lang shook his head helplessly, "I said yes If you are a profiteer, how can you care about the life and death of ordinary people, if you pay attention to evil causes, there will be evil rewards!"

Seeing that Uncle Liu was about to step out of the door and go to the fruit shop on the street to tell people not to buy their fruit, it would kill people if they ate it.Mo Lang stretched out his slender and fair hand to hold Uncle Liu's arm, and said with a smile like a white lotus on his face, "Don't go, Uncle Liu, they will say that we are jealous of their good business after you go like this!"

Mo Lang thought about it, and suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in Xinghui's eyes, he grinned, "It seems that the old teacher of this country should be on the stage!" Then he took out the "Under Heaven" from his shoulder The white cloth of the first national teacher was hung at the door of the fruit shop with a bamboo pole. He wrote on the white cloth, "150 yuan per hexagram, with 20 yuan of fresh and harmless good fruit as a free gift".

After the white cloth was hung out, neighbors in the neighborhood saw it not long after. Everyone snorted and said with their lips upturned: "It costs 150 yuan a hexagram, I really think I am a living god!"

Uncle Liu is also puzzled, he doesn't understand arithmetic at all, isn't this trying to deceive people?But Mo Lang blinked with one eye, stretched out his hand to touch the mustache on his chin, and said with a smile: "Actually, I have learned arithmetic from an expert a long time ago, and today I can just try my hand at it, see if it is sharp?!"

A few gangsters saw the white cloth of "The World's No. [-] National Teacher" hanging in front of Mo Lang's fruit shop, and immediately went back to the gang and told the boss, Scar Wolf, who then called his boss.

Three minutes later, Mo Lang's arithmetic booth was full of people, and everyone who lined up for fortune-telling was vicious. They didn't seem to be here for fortune-telling, but rather to collect protection fees.Mo Lang didn't care, a fan in front of the stall was blowing on him, he took the hands of each man to see the fingerprints, and after asking about their birthdays, he told them about their past and present lives, because almost all of them came from The "Eagle Gang" where the Nine Wars belonged was also forced by life to choose the path of gangsters, and what Mo Lang told them was almost always a set of rhetoric:

"You were forced to drop out of school when you were young, you were rebellious as a teenager, your parents died early or divorced, you went astray due to lack of attention when you were young, relatives at home died or were injured, and people with sound limbs and bright minds all met you on the street. Just fly to Los Angeles."

Mo Lang took a sip of the chrysanthemum tea, and then continued: "I hope you have many good causes, so that you can have a peaceful old age, if not... the road ahead is confused." Someone can collect your body.

It wasn't until he held a generous and blessed palm that he slightly raised his head and met the eyes of the man sitting across from him, "The national teacher wants to say that I lived in poverty since I was a child, and because no one took care of me Have you gone astray?" A warm voice pierced into my heart.

Mo Lang looked at the man in front of him, his facial features were outlined like fine carvings, his eyebrows were sculpted and his eyes were bright, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyebrows and eyes were more noble than others, with a high-quality temperament, it was obvious that he was ordered by wealth to say lightly "Student Jiu Zhan, you are wrong. Your fate is different from theirs." Uncle Liu replaced the chrysanthemum tea with American ginseng tea. Good at reading, reciting the Three Character Classic at the age of three, reciting Tang poems at the age of five, composing poems by myself at the age of seven...sent to study abroad at the age of 7...at the age of 17..."

Jiu Zhan's lips parted slightly, his eyes startled, "What's wrong with being 22 years old?"

"At the age of 22, there was a sudden change at home, and then you switched to the 'Eagle Gang'. With the support and help of the gang leader, you were successfully promoted to become the top four leaders of the gang at the age of 25...and this year you are seven out of twenty." Mo Lang pointed In a trick, he closed his eyes and calculated, then leaned on his cochlea and said word by word: "You have become the biggest leader of the 'Eagle Gang'!"

Jiu Zhan smiled, rolled his eyes and shook his head, gave Mo Lang a thumbs up and said, "You really are number one in arithmetic!" "Don't dare!" Mo Lang pursed his lips.

Just as Jiu Zhan wanted to stand up, he was stopped by Mo Lang, "Dare to ask brother Jiu Zhan if he intends to calculate his past life..." Jiu Zhan turned his face and said lightly: "No need." Before leaving, he Shrugging again, he looked back, "The previous life is so far away, and I have no memory at all. You fooled me, and I don't know!"

"I'll do it for you for free, how about it?" Mo Lang really wanted to know that this man named Jiu Zhan was born rich and honored, but why did everything go wrong?It seems that there is some kind of causal loop entanglement. "Forget it! Forget about the previous life!" Jiu Zhan stepped on the sparse tree shadows, saw only his black suit and his tall body in the breeze, and then disappeared into the crowd.

That afternoon, Mo Lang read fortunes for 100 people and earned 1 yuan. After deducting other miscellaneous things, he earned at least 1 yuan.

"Boss, why does our leader ask us to come to the fruit shop to tell our fortune within 3 minutes?" Scar Wolf patted him on the shoulder vigorously, "Can you and I intervene in the affairs of the leader?!"

Scar Wolf frowned tightly. He looked sideways at Mo Lang sitting behind the small table, and his heart was empty. He heard from the leader that it was for repaying his kindness for saving the leader's life twice. I don't even want a check, I don't know if it's a fortune-telling fool?

When I hurried to the school, the get out of class bell had already rang.Mo Lang went on strike again for a whole afternoon. When he turned his bicycle sharply and was about to leave, he saw Pu Ruolin standing at the school gate, as if he was waiting for someone, and then there was a soft voice calling "Ruolin" , as cool and gentle as gurgling water.

Mo Lang watched from behind as the woman ran to Pu Ruolin's side like a gust of wind, held Pu Ruolin's hand, and clasped her fingers together... Tmd, he, Pu Ruolin, didn't even have a broken sleeve!Mo Lang stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, "Later, later, you actually fell in love with a straight man, and even jumped off a building for a straight man, is it really worth it?"

Mo Lang watched as the woman sat on the back seat of Pu Ruolin's bicycle, and stretched out her arms to wrap her arms around Park Ruolin's waist. The breeze lifted the woman's hair that reached to her waist and back. The fading bicycle disappeared on the path in the field...

He clenched his fists tightly, the tiny blue veins on his arms protruded one by one, slightly lifted the Adam's apple on his neck, and some fallen leaves fell beside Mo Lang in the wind. I, Mo Lang, don't blame you, Pu Ruolin, for being a straight man. Why didn't the reversibility be explained clearly to my future generations.No matter how suffocated in his heart, he had to drink a few cups of blue goblins to soothe it.

He let out a long breath, and then stepped on the bicycle in the direction of "Let's get drunk tonight".