My past life was a fan of all men

In the previous life, Guo Yulei taught all his riding and shooting skills personally, and he was out of his mind for a while.

On the lush green prairie, they chased the setting sun at dusk to the boundless horizon, to see the Cowherd and Weaver Girl in the shining stars.

In the twelfth lunar month of the university, they gathered together in front of the stove plate, holding each other's hands tightly, chatting about the beauty of the four seasons, the tenderness of the candlelight, and the rainy and cold nights in Bashan.

On the high mountains in the wilderness, the mountains are full of colorful flowers, the flowers are blurred, and the butterflies are flying.Under the bodhi tree, they made a vow to grow old forever, forever, until death.

With a flick of a finger in fleeting years, a thousand-year dream, in the shimmering autumn water, his eyes are full of tears, as tender as water.

Every time I don’t want to think about it, but there is such a gust of breeze, a little candle light swaying in the dim light, and on a rainy night when the moonlight is getting thicker, in the pattering rain curtain, I can also see you walking towards me with two crescent moon smiling faces Come.

The heartbeats of the students also slowed down, the air around them became stagnant, and their breathing became panting. Hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at the show with slightly trembling eyelids were staring intently at the gun target.

Accompanied by a gunshot that resounded through the sky and echoed around the beams, a bullet that was as cold as a gust of wind pierced the red heart of the gun target.

"Ten rings!" The small loudspeaker in the shooting range called out.

Mo Lang held Zheng Dangan's wrist tightly, and fired ten guns one after another. The guns hit Zheng's red heart. He heard the small loudspeaker calling out "Ten Rings" one after another, and other instructors in the shooting range also looked at Mo Lang. .

This 17-year-old boy, with a face like a white lotus out of the dust, surpasses an immortal, and there is no wave in his pair of clear and unmarked dark eyes, but he has the firmness and courage that people can't take their eyes off.The breeze gently blew the collar under his neck. At this moment, his body was as tall and straight as a green pine that resisted the wind and snow in the snowy night, and his righteousness was more indomitable than the plum blossoms that bloomed in the cold.

All of a sudden, the applause resounded in every ear, echoing in the gun.target.arena.

"Crackling" applause resounded across the sky, and Mo Lang recalled the long and unreachable thoughts in his mind. , a pair of water-colored pupils shimmering.

"It's a genius! It's a genius!" A tall and strong man with bright eyes, like a tiger in a deep mountain, stepped down from the second floor of the gun target room.

"Hello, teacher!" All the instructors saluted and said hello.

"Friends, team!" The resonant voice of the dark and strong man echoed in the gun and target room.

He strode up to Mo Lang's side, stretched out his thick and powerful right arm to rest on Mo Lang's shoulder, squeezed the muscles of Mo Lang's upper body with both hands, and then took a small step back. He stared at Mo Lang for a long time, admiring him very much, and said with a smile like a spring breeze: "Little brother, you are really a genius!"

Tan Cheng trotted over in a hurry, straightened his back and said calmly: "Mo Lang, the commander of our 377 division, hurry up and salute the commander."

Mo Lang stared deeply at the dark-skinned teacher with his bright eyes. He came back to his senses and wanted to salute the teacher, but he waved his hand to signal that you are welcome.

"Young man, would you like to report to the army and join my 377th Division?"

It was the first time that Tan Cheng heard the teacher speak as gentle as the gurgling water flowing over the bluestone. When I saw him in the meeting before, Te always had a serious face, and he was not so gentle at all. Pass.

Mo Lang shook his head, "I don't want to join the army, I want to study now." That's right, reading is what future generations want. I came here through time-possession, not to show off how awesome I am, but to let Later generations can have a good life and fulfill all their wishes.

I want to compensate him for what the past and future generations are too late to have...

The teacher stretched out his hand but in front of Mo Lang's eyes, he raised his lips and asked Yun Dan to smile lightly.

"You don't need to give me an answer so early. You should think about it carefully. If one day you want to join the team and officially become a good soldier who serves the country and loves the country and the people, come to me. I am Iron Man. Shen Yan, just report my name."

Tie Shen raised his black rock eyes slightly, stared deeply at Mo Lang, then flicked his hands and walked to the outside of the gun target, with wind on his legs.

Mo Lang lightly raised his eyes and elongated his gaze to look deeply at his receding back. It was as majestic as a mountain rising from the ground and standing in the sky.

After so many years, the back of the teacher still remains in Mo Lang's heart. He doesn't know why he was so impressed. Maybe there is a causal relationship between everything in this world, and he will give that stalwart back to him. Write it down, maybe just because the back looks familiar, he just teased his head for a moment, and regarded him as him...

"Great, let's post a few more handsome photos, I can hold them in my palm and kiss with my mouth╭(╯3╰)╮"

"Big Daddy, do you still set up stalls in the alleys recently? I haven't seen you for a long time...I miss you. [Shame answer] [Shame answer]"

"Daddy, do you want the scorching sun? Do you want to..."

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"You don't care about me, are you too busy recently? Take care of your health! Sincerely, I love you forever."

As soon as Mo Lang opened the forum, the homepage showed that there were 99 private messages waiting for him to read.

He hastily stretched out his slender fingers, slid to the private message display bar and poked it.

It turned out that they were all sent by the "burning scorching sun", and his homepage still only had one popsicle in the number of followers. It was as cold as three feet of solid ice, and there was a gust of cold wind, which was chilly.

Mo Lang looked down one by one very seriously.

Well, this "Burning Sun" must be his previous client, otherwise he would not have known that he had set up a stall in the alley, and he would go to the alley to wait for him from time to time, but why didn't he notice it? ?

During the time when he was setting up a stall in the alley, there were a lot of people coming and going to come to him for fortune-telling, a mixed crowd. He only remembered his first customer, that is, his only disciple, Sun Ran. , others... Cough, forgive my blindness, I really can't remember the faces of the public!

His slender white fingertips tapped each letter back and forth like dancing musical notes on the screen of the mobile phone, and typed these few words with his hand.

"Well, I've been busy recently, nice to meet you, thank you for your support. [Smile]"

Still cold, not like other senior bar owners in the forum, "I love you so much, I think about you in my heart, heart and stomach! I love you the most." Stand the test of time.

He's true, milky coffees are never mixed together leaving a gray edge.

Reaching out to brush some wet hair just after taking a shower, a thunderbolt inadvertently flashed through my mind, and my heart was polished with soap, "Who is this 'burning sun'? It's really my cent. Silk? But if not, why don’t you abuse me like other bullying people?” Recently, the people I met on the forum are all weird, so if you have anything to do, leave a message on your homepage:

"Fuck me, fuck me off the forum"

"Little brat, you don't understand the world of adults."

"Plagiarism is shameful. Eighteen generations of your ancestors have been ashamed because of you."

Mo Lang really couldn't figure it out, he just accidentally poked the advertisement banner of "Fighting Counterfeit Forum" in the browser and entered the forum, thinking that in the new era, people shared what they saw and heard with each other, and entered the forum for entertainment. From time to time, you can also discuss hot topics with your friends.

However, he never expected that he only had one popsicle made in the extremely cold and extreme north with such a small amount of points, and he was grouped by all the friends just because he said that he was the real national teacher at the bottom of the post. Come to his homepage to abuse and ridicule Sapo...

Don't care and don't care.

For those who insulted him in the comments below the post, he just regarded it as a gust of cool wind blowing towards the remote mountains in the far field. If he stayed by his side for the time being, sooner or later it would blow away and disappear.

"Who are you? Have I ever told your fortune? [Question mark] [Question mark]" With a flick of a finger, the private message was packaged and sent out.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The cell phone rang suddenly in the dormitory.

Mo Lang looked around and found that Sun Ran had left his phone in the dormitory.

He didn't pick up his cell phone. Although he was his poetic disciple, Mo Lang still wouldn't disturb the most basic private space.

Mo Lang picked up the plastic-wrapped spicy chicken wings that Zheng Dan dared to put on his bed, reached out to tear off the sealing strip, and threw the sealing strip into the trash can.

With an extremely inadvertent glance, he saw a used condom in the trash can, not the one he saw when he first cleaned the dormitory ten days ago, the one that had already been packed by the truck that came over every weekend to clean up the trash The driver was transported to a dump off the Pacific Ocean.

This one is new, and it has just been used up, and the surface of the condom still has traces of rubbing and poking with lubricant.

"Who used it? He used it openly in the dormitory, and threw it in the trash can after using it." A gleam flashed across Mo Lang's clear and bright eyes.

"Could it be Zheng Dan dare? He also said before that he has this habit of masturbation again."

"Or Murong Zhenghua? This person keeps tugging at him, making it hard to figure out."

Mo Lang put his hand on the sharp chin and touched it back and forth, his heart skipped a beat, he squinted his eyebrows, and glanced at the phone that rang again.

"Could it be Sun Ran?!" The more he thought about it, the more the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, "That bastard usually looks simple and pure, but I didn't expect him to be so dirty."