My past life was a fan of all men

Mo Lang stood in the corridor, the cool autumn wind brushed his stern face, his deep eyes were bottomless.The slanted bangs that half covered the eyebrows and eyes raised a few strands of hair under the blowing of the autumn wind.

When Mo Lang was staring dryly at the white cloud in the sky, a man was about the same age as Mo Lang and about 170 cm tall. He walked along the corridor and patted Mo Lang on the shoulder. , "Boy, why didn't you come to see me this morning?"

Mo Lang turned around, glanced sideways at the man, then raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Who are you?"

The man was instantly numb.He stared blankly at Mo Lang for a long time with his two jet-black eyes.Then he put his hands on his shoulders and said with a flattering smile: "You don't know! You forgot me, Yang Muyi, in one summer vacation?!" He put his hands under Mo Lang's chicken coop and scratched, picking Nong Mei said: "Good boy, let's see if you dare to forget me."

Mo Lang was amazed by Yang Muyi's movement of scratching the hen's nest. He chopped off his feet a few times in place, and the expression on his face, which was originally stiff, showed a smile like spring breeze blowing through old trees, thousands of peach trees, and branches full of flowers.

The image of Yang Muyi suddenly appeared in Mo Lang's mind. He paused for a moment, and then remembered that the 17-year-old boy in front of him was his best friend when he was in junior high school. Go to Mo Lang's house to play, but Mo Lang has always refused.Mo Lang knew that future generations did not want Yang Muyi to know that he was abandoned by his parents and lived in a poor slum.

The memory in Mo Lang's mind is not very complete, he relied on some fragmentary memories, and then made up his own brain. Anyway, he can conclude that this kid named Yang Muyi is a better friend in future generations.

Mo Lang used his strength to look into Yang Muyi's heart, and found that his heart was the kind that was shining brightly red, that is to say, a kind-hearted person, honest and honest, without any scheming.After seeing Yang Muyi's heart, Mo Lang smiled and put his hands on his shoulders and said to him, "Good guy! You've grown a lot taller this summer!"

The two of them chatted with each other during recess, and it was only then that Mo Lang found out that Yang Muyi was assigned by the school to Class 16, which was next door to his own class.

"Ring, ring, ring..." The class bell rang again.

Before leaving, Yang Muyi turned around and smiled faintly at Mo Lang, "Remember to wait for me when school is over!"

The third class is English class.Mo Lang thought that he didn't even know what those small characters in the books were densely lined up like ants.After one class, Mo Lang couldn't figure it out at all. He only felt that the English teacher was talking nonsense, which was very annoying.

The English teacher is a new teacher who has just graduated from university and returned to his hometown to teach. He is friendly and a tall and beautiful woman.It's just that this is really not attractive to Mo Lang at all. With his left ear, he heard the female teacher's chant, but with his right ear, he heard the singing of orioles outside the corridor.I was still wondering, "Is the man you committed suicide because of him in this school?"

After school, as soon as Mo Lang walked out of the class door, Yang Muyi stood in front of the door and blocked him with his hand. He frowned and said with a smile, "Look, let's see... If I didn't come to stop him at the door, You must have disappeared before my eyes again! You are still walking in such a hurry."

In fact, Mo Lang didn't want to avoid Yang Muyi at all. Instead, he wanted to communicate more with Yang Muyi. After all, Yang Muyi was a good friend he had known since junior high school, so he should have heard about the people he liked and cared about.

The two of them strode to the school's canteen, and Mo Lang went into the canteen to buy two crispy ice creams, and then handed one to Yang Muyi, "Here!"

Yang Muyi was taken aback.When he was in junior high school, he paid for it every time he went out to play, but this time, it was Mo Lang who paid for it, and he was not used to it. "Why did you buy me ice cream?"

Mo Lang didn't want to answer Yang Muyi, he walked to the chair outside the canteen and sat down, reached out and tore off the wrapping paper of the ice cream, fanned the ice cream with his hand while eating the ice cream, "This is a terrible weather, what a shame!" Damn, I want to heat my teacher to death."

Yang Muyi also went to the chair and sat down.He raised his eyes, and carefully looked at Mo Lang from top to bottom. He was obviously the same person, why did his personality seem to have changed a lot?Is there still some arrogance of noble sons?Also, it seems to be more handsome and whiter than before.

Hehe...can you not be in vain?Almost every day I eat the fairy fruit in the fairy cave, and soak in the hot spring in the "Bibo Spring", and I am doing high-end beauty every day, okay?And it's natural, mortals can't envy it.

As soon as Yang Muyi sat down, Mo Lang tightened his eyebrows, then twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile: "Mu Yi, I'm sorry, my previous memories are a bit scattered, I had a car accident half a month ago , I haven't fully recovered yet."

After hearing this, Yang Muyi's eyes widened, and he immediately stretched out his hands to grab Mo Lang's shoulders and said, "What's going on? How could there be a car accident? Was it seriously injured?" His facial expression was a little distorted. , like a twist.He swallowed sharply, and then continued: "Why didn't you tell me, let me visit you!"

Mo Lang looked at the handsome and kind-hearted young man in front of him, and he couldn't help but sigh for Mo Lang. In future generations, there is a friend who cares about you so much, why don't you care?To fall in love with someone who doesn't like yourself, aren't you looking for abuse?

Yang Muyi's hands were still tightly clasped on Mo Lang's shoulders, the worries in his eyes were the most beautiful things in the world in Mo Lang's eyes, at least they were pure and sincere.

Mo Lang was startled, then stretched out his white right hand to pat Yang Muyi's palm on his shoulder, narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "It's all over, don't worry, look if I don't stand by your side In front of you?!" Mo Lang also shrugged his shoulders at Yang Muyi.

Hearing what Mo Lang said, Yang Muyi felt a little relieved. He wanted to take back his hands, but Mo Lang grabbed him tightly, "Hey...Mu Yi, do you know who I was better off with before?"

Yang Muyi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said to him: "You prefer to be with Ruolin. Why do you want to ask me this all of a sudden?"

When Mo Lang heard the name Ruolin, he immediately closed his eyes tightly.Secretly thinking in his heart, is it this man named Ruolin?In future generations, is this Ruolin your favorite?

Mo Lang searched in his mind for a long time, but he couldn't find any pictures about this Ruolin. Could it be that the hearts of later generations were hurt and he didn't want to think about this boy named Ruolin anymore?He didn't have a single bit of memory about Ruo Lin in his mind.

In the evening, Mo Lang said goodbye to Yang Muyi at the school gate, and he rode his bicycle to the night market.

When I came to the night market, there were many pedestrians on the street, and the traffic was so busy.Mo Lang hung up the white cloth of "The World's No. [-] National Teacher" that he carried with him in a place with a lot of people, and then he closed his eyes and crossed his legs on the ground.

As night fell, the number of small vendors in the night market gradually increased.Many people passing by Mo Lang's booth would point to Mo Lang and say, "You come out to cheat people at such a young age, and the adults at home don't take good care of them."

Some people glanced at Mo Lang with tight eyebrows, and then said contemptuously: "Little rascal, go home and eat two more bowls of rice before you come out to make a living, or you can just lie on the street in tatters like your uncle, maybe There are also some change from kind people.”

Mo Lang didn't pay attention to it, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, let alone take the initiative to pay attention to it.

Soon, there were more people coming and going in the night market. A few hooligans walked up to Mo Lang's stall and placed the gleaming silver machete on Mo Lang's stall vigorously, saying viciously: "Little brat, Pay the protection fee!"

Mo Lang didn't want to pay attention to them, he just wanted to tell the fortune of the predestined people and solve their intractable diseases. As for these little hooligans who were not enough for three or two, he didn't even want to take a second look.

Seeing that Mo Lang didn't give them a good look, the Scar Wolf who took the lead tore off the white cloth of the "No. [-] National Teacher in the World", pointed at Mo Lang, and said with a disdainful grin: "You are such a bear, and you still set up a fortune-telling stall like others, I beg you to join the squad of Scar Wolf, and hang out with me, I will guarantee you three meals, a net worth of over [-] million, and beautiful women like clouds. "He said while patting his chest.

Mo Lang couldn't bear it anymore, he could bear others' contempt for him, and he could also bear the scum like a gossip woman, but he couldn't bear others tearing down the white cloth of "the world's number one national teacher".

Mo Lang raised his eyebrows that slanted into his temples, glared at Scar Wolf fiercely with sharp knives in his eyes, and said, "Give me back my signboard." He was already suppressing his bad temper. This scarred wolf must die!

Scar Wolf glanced at Mo Lang, who was still wearing his school uniform, and then stretched out his hands, trying to blow up Mo Lang's mess.At the critical moment, Mo Lang stretched out his hand like a thunderbolt to grab Scar Wolf's thick wrist.