My past life was a fan of all men

Before dawn the next day, Mo Lang opened his eyes on the beam, and he reckoned that he flew down from the beam around 4 o'clock in the morning.After he went to the bathroom and finished washing, he raised his eyes and looked at the bright mirror, and reached out to touch his fair face. The sword-browed and star-eyed face was really handsome.

He rode the bicycle he bought from a second-hand store to the green hills of City A.Because it was still a few o'clock in the morning, there were very few people on the street, and even the uncle who was sweeping the street hadn't gotten up yet.When he was riding his bicycle through an alley in a slum, he almost bumped into Uncle Liu's offspring bucket who poured Yexiang.

"I'm really sorry, Uncle Liu, I stepped on it too hard." Mo Lang stopped the bicycle, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and said with a smile.

Uncle Liu was also friendly, he pursed his lips and smiled and said, "It's all right, be careful next time!" After speaking, he waved to Mo Lang.

Mo Lang rode his bicycle for an hour. He arrived at the foot of Qingshan Mountain, then locked his bicycle at the foot of the mountain, and ran to the top of the mountain by himself. By the time he reached the top of the mountain, it was already morning At 6:[-], it was dawn, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged under a big banyan tree on the top of the mountain, closed his eyes tightly, and absorbed a little bit of the day and night essence of Qingshan, so as to help him recover his mana.

He has been practicing with his legs crossed under the big banyan tree on the top of Qingshan Mountain for more than two hours. It is already past 8 o'clock in the morning and close to 9 o'clock in the morning. There was no more essence, and I stood up by myself.

He approached the edge of the cliff, only to find that the valley of the green hill was full of wild flowers blooming all over the mountains, the colorful ones were very eye-catching, and the surroundings were surrounded by white clouds. He stood on the edge of the cliff and shouted a few times towards the valley, and the valley was indeed empty. Echo, a hundred birds competed for a while.In Qingshan, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in the early morning, and everything is quiet. It is really a good place to practice.

After practicing, he walked down the mountain under the rays of the morning sun. He found his bicycle at the foot of the mountain, and then rode his bicycle to his home until he passed a market and saw a crowd of people in the alley. , he stopped his bicycle hastily, looked at the bustling crowd in the alley, picked up his bicycle with one hand, and walked down the path, until he walked into the crowd, he found that the alley was full of people. Inside is a place where people who do arithmetic intensively open their stalls.

He put the bike aside and looked around.It turns out that arithmetic has not completely disappeared in modern times. Fortunately, he himself thought that arithmetic could not keep up with the trend and was eliminated. He looked at the arithmetic people around him, and it seemed that they only knew the superficial aspects of arithmetic. Open stalls under the flyover to make money.He turned around, walked to his bicycle, picked up the bicycle with one hand again, walked down the stone steps, and then rode the bicycle to the market.

When he came to the market, he bought a large white cloth, a thick writing brush, and a few copper coins necessary for arithmetic, and then went back to the alley, where he placed them in a relatively remote place. He set up a stall, and hung a white cloth on the stall, with the words "Number One National Teacher in the World" written on it.Yes, he was the veritable number one national teacher.

Almost all the people who came to the alleys to tell their fortunes lined up in front of the stalls of the old men in front of them. They didn't go to the younger Taoist priests nearby to tell their fortunes, and they looked down on a young Taoist. Only a 17-year-old kid with barely grown hair.

"Little brother, it's better not to come here to set up a stall. Look at your young age, you should go back to school to study. Even the Taoist priests who came out of the gymnasium, they don't like us. How could he fall in love with you?" The Taoist priest sitting next to Mo Lang, about [-] years old, said to Mo Lang while slapping the mosquitoes with a cattail fan.

Mo Lang didn't respond to him, he just smiled slightly at the Taoist priest.As night fell, after a whole day, let alone no one came to tell the fortune, there was not even a voice of inquiry.Mo Lang put away the white cloth, and then drove home on his bicycle.

Back home, Uncle Liu, who poured Yexiang in the next room, brought a small bowl of kickback meat to Mo Lang, "Xiao Lang, why haven't I seen you all day today? Have you gone to pick up the trash again? Listen to Uncle, don't stop eating!" I went to pick up the trash, you should study hard, if you don’t have any money, uncle will ask someone to borrow some.”

Mo Lang took Uncle Liu's braised meat, then pursed his lips and said, "Uncle Liu, you don't have to worry about me, I will go back to school to study, isn't it that school hasn't started yet, I just want more Make some money."

Uncle Liu reached out and touched Mo Lang's head, then said with a smile, "He's such an obedient boy."

Uncle Liu is Mo Lang's neighbor, and he always remembers Mo Lang when he has delicious food, so he keeps some for him. Mo Lang is not related to him, but in the slums, everyone's life is difficult. Uncle Liu is kind. , Knowing the situation of Mo Lang's family, then he will always pay more attention to Mo Lang.

The next day, Mo Lang got up at 4 in the morning as before, rode his bicycle to Qingshan to rest and practice, and then rode his bicycle to the alley. He was also in a relatively remote place just like yesterday. stalls, and then hung his white cloth of "the world's number one national teacher".It's just that the one standing next to him today is no longer the young Taoist priest, but a little girl who sells fine decorations.

The little ghost patted the mosquitoes at the stall for a noon, but no customer came. She looked boredly at the crowds of people lined up in front of the booths of the old arithmetic masters who set up stalls in front. Glancing at the little magic stick beside him, he walked up to Mo Lang and said, "I think you should stop setting up a stall here. It's useless. If you want to lie, I suggest you go to the entrance of some big hospitals. There will be so many mindless people looking for you to calculate."

She raised her finger and pointed to the dense crowd, "Look at Wang, Master Yang, and Master Ji. They are all famous arithmetic masters under the overpass. You will only starve to death here."

Mo Lang didn't intend to respond to her, he just pursed his lips to the little ghost like he did to the Taoist priest yesterday.Seeing that Mo Lang was a bit disdainful, the little ghost thrust his waist and said with his eyes wide open, "I'm serious, you better stop wasting your time."

His nagging is directly comparable to the person who chased after Mo Lang in his previous life. Mo Lang said impatiently "Yes", and then said confidently: "True gold is not afraid of fire!"

The little devil sneered a few times in contempt, just a mere 17-year-old kid younger than me, who actually imitated what others said, "True gold is not afraid of fire!" She shook her head and said, "I'm looking at you!" He is about the same age as my younger brother, so I kindly reminded you."

Suddenly, Mo Lang raised his head and looked at her, and found that her face was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and there was a deep dimple in the depth of her brow, so he shook his head and said to her: "You should be only 20 years old this year, and your parents are dead. There is only one younger brother who shares weal and woe with you, you are doomed not to study in this life, when you crossed the Naihe Bridge in the previous life, in the Wangchuan River, you only picked up a younger brother who is as hard-fated as you."

The woman suddenly frowned, and he looked at Mo Lang in a daze, and after a few seconds he came back to his senses and snorted, "Cut! I set up a street stall at the entrance of the alley, what good luck can I have, can you guess a little bit?" Can't prove anything."

Mo Lang blew on his thick eyebrows from his own mouth, and his oblique bangs floated up. In fact, he didn't want to explain too much, because he never had the habit of explaining. A person dares to doubt, and no one dares to question him in front of his face.Now, he let out a long breath, and then said: "Your brother's head teacher will call you later to tell you that your brother was injured in the playground and tell you to go to the hospital."

Just as the woman was about to punch Mo Lang hard, the cell phone in her trouser pocket rang, she hurriedly took out the cell phone from her trouser pocket, and answered the call.Then I only heard him say three sentences, "Well, I am." "Where is it?" "I'm going right away."

With tears in her eyes, she looked at Mo Lang pitifully and said, "What should I do? It's really my brother's head teacher calling." Her hands and feet were trembling helplessly. She gave up her studies since she was a child, and she wanted to To earn money for her younger brother to study, in her heart, her younger brother is more important than herself.

She hastily knelt down beside Mo Lang, stretched out her hand to grab Mo Lang's hand, raised her tear-filled eyes and said pitifully, "Please help my brother, I beg you!" You, I can exchange everything, even if it means my own life."

Mo Lang glanced at her chin again, the chin was still a bit fleshy, he could feel that she had a good old age, and her features were delicate, so she shouldn't lose the person he cared about most in his life, as for her parents, he was not destined to be with him.Mo Lang held the woman's hand and said: "Don't worry, your brother is fine. I told you that he was destined for you. You picked him up in the Wangchuan River. You two are destined to share joys and sorrows in this life. He Can't die."

The helpless woman calmed down a little after hearing Mo Lang's words, "Thank you, Master! Then how should I repay you, I only have clothes and accessories from this stall, and they are worthless." She paused, "Ah! I still have a family heirloom jade ring, but I don't know if it's real or not."

Mo Lang took a look at the woman's jade ring, then pursed his lips and said, "Then how about I want your jade ring?"

The woman agreed with a smile, and when she started to run, Mo Lang grabbed her wrist, handed a talisman that had been opened by him into the woman's hand and said, "I can't take your jade ring for nothing, this talisman , you ask your brother to hang it around his neck, he is guilty of Tai Sui this year, as long as he wears my magic talisman, he will be able to avert disaster."

The woman took the talisman gratefully, and ran away.

There are a few kids who are about the same age as Mo Lang, and they find it funny to see that woman kneeling on the ground in misery, begging a 17-year-old little magic stick. I took a picture of it and uploaded it to the "Crackdown on Counterfeiting" forum.

The post said, "Did you make the world's number one 'fake' magic stick? You claim to be the world's number one national teacher at a young age, and the morals of this world are really getting more and more fake." The post also included their photos A picture happened to be the scene of the woman begging Mo Lang for help with tears streaming down her face.