Slag Gong accuses Bai Yueguang of being chaotic and abandoned

The next morning, a group of five gathered at the school gate.

Pan Yang's family background is not weak, and he drives a black Jeep Wrangler, which his father bought for him.As far as a student party is concerned, a car worth 60 to [-] yuan is already a petty bourgeoisie among their peers.

A man in the courtship period is like a flower peacock, wanting to show off in front of the opposite sex. Pan Yang really wants to chase Han Xue, so he naturally pulls out his "war horse" to shine.

Mo Xiaofeng didn't want to be so high-profile, so he specially found a modified white Lexus LX from Gu Chen's garage. It looked bigger than Pan Yang's car, but the appearance was not very popular with girls, like a young man old car.

The two girls who followed were Zhang Muzhi's girlfriend, Qin Mengjiao, and the other was her girlfriend, Han Xue.

It's normal for a girl to not understand cars. Just looking at the size of this white car, I can't estimate its value.

Zhang Muzhi and Pan Yang have seen Mo Xiaofeng come to school in a luxury car. Mo Xiaofeng is as casual as if he doesn't understand the difference between Martha, Porsche, and GTR. To him, he is really just reaching out. Just took a key out of the box.

It wasn't until they asked privately that this guy was actually a hidden rich second generation.A river-crossing dragon from the north is the kind that is responsible for the beauty of the third prince of the East China Sea.

There are many bigwigs in the Jiangyu area, and Brother Pao invited him two times. Although he looked polite, he couldn't tolerate foreign "monks".

But Mo Xiaofeng didn't need to wear it at all, there was a "local snake" local tyrant uncle covering his head, as if the prince was visiting privately in his own clothes, which really made the two of them tongue-in-cheek.

Under the situation of economic balance, it is natural not to show off to each other, and this guy Mo Xiaofeng never shows off to them. He is cold and not close to anyone on weekdays, and Zhang Muzhi and Pan Yang are at the same table with him for a long time. Already somewhat mastered his temperament.

This guy's so-called "don't enter strangers" is actually just laziness.

Too lazy to socialize with people, too lazy to deal with relationships, and looking like a dying immortal all day long, he is essentially a sloth.

If you don't drag him up to have fun together, he can just sit there and stare at you in a daze all day, and he can sleep to death directly with his eyes closed.

I don't know why, the relationship between the three of them is so unsalty and they get along well.

In the whole school, Mo Xiaofeng was still able to say a few words to them, and he didn't dislike their closeness.

Pan Yang watched Xiaofeng caring about his face, and was already very moved by driving a car with a low-key appearance. Naturally, he would not go up to slap his face and ask, how many digits is this car worth after refitting? I'm afraid my jaw will drop.

Knowing that Xiaofeng was cold-tempered, Zhang Muzhi and his wife didn't make trouble with him. The four squeezed into Pan Yang's car, while he drove slowly behind them like a follower.

Jiangyu in winter is not like the one in the north. The cold wind blows like a knife on the skin.

The coldness in the south is more like a magical attack. It can penetrate people's clothes and skin, and it can pierce people's bones with pain!

The saddest thing is that the winter in the south is colder than in the north, and there is no heating!

Otherwise, how could there be that joke: I am a wolf from the north, but I was frozen into a dog in the south.

The weather is really nice today.

According to the standard of winter in Dajiang and Chongqing, being able to see the sun is simply the greatest joy of the day.

A bunch of people are willing to go out to bask in the mildew spots on their bodies, after all, it is colder at home than outside.

And Xiaofeng's car was about to get off the expressway and go to the suburbs.

Pan Yang and the others were laughing and laughing in the car, while Mo Xiaofeng was enjoying the music alone, it was so elegant.

Loyingshahir is a well-known composer in the world. He is a person who seeks the soul for sound.

In his albums, each piece of music has a different style and different singers, and many of them even have only music, but each piece is like the sound of nature, invading the depths of the bone marrow, and directly hitting people's hearts.

Mo Xiaofeng listened to the music all the way, others felt that his life was simply boring, but he felt that such moments were rare and pleasant.

Not long after, Yangpingpo arrived.

A little further along the main road there is an ancient town called Qingping, where the Hakka dialect is spoken, and the folk customs are a bit barbaric.

In this season, there is not much snow on Yangping Slope, but you can see the snow-capped mountains behind the distant peaks from a distance, covered with snow.

Although it was a bit colder to camp outdoors at this time, the local tyrants who came over all brought charcoal to light a bonfire, and also brought windproof and heat-insulated tents and electric heating equipment to cover themselves into a ball.

A group of people were very busy, and other tourists also made a group with them, and the atmosphere was very happy for a while.

A little different from them, Mo Xiaofeng brought an extra base station equipment the size of a suitcase.Put one on the back of the car, erect the antenna, and instantly become a mobile signal station.

Although the coverage range is 500 meters, the frequency of the radiation is very stable.

This thing is actually no different from the mobile signal sites outside, but it is much smaller than those signal towers. Not only can it link to the WeChat frequency, but it can also be established under the control of Gu Chen's system "Listening Truth", which is enough for Mo Xiaofeng to deal with communication Internet usage.

For a while, with WiFi, the speed is still amazing. Today's young people can eat or drink, but they can't live without WiFi.

Seeing the full signal, Zhang Muzhi was so happy that he almost took off on the spot. In the afternoon, they ate barbecue and played games while fighting until dark.

At night, a group of people were sitting on the roof of the car waiting for the meteor shower, and Han Xue happily turned on her mobile phone and hung up the live broadcast with her fans.

Han Xue and Pan Yang interacted a lot more, and chatted more intimately. Several people looked at it and felt that the two might really have a play, and they all played assists one after another.

Under the night, the sky full of stars, the scene is very beautiful.The starry sky in winter is the most magnificent, and it is the season with the most bright stars throughout the year.

A group of people looked up at the stars in the sky, chatted and told interesting stories about each other.Mo Xiaofeng was also temporarily affected by the atmosphere, and from time to time a few sentences popped up, and they all hit the point.

Some people have to borrow equipment for stargazing. After all, not everyone can count astronomy, and at this time, Xueba is online.

Mo Xiaofeng pointed to the starry sky: Cassia, Persian, Taurus, Yufu, Gemini, Orion, Canine Major, Canine and other constellations, and pointed them out one by one, and even added a few interesting allusions, plus astronomical learning Science popularization of knowledge on the Internet.

Not long after, they waited for the first meteor shower.

Under the night, the moonlight is pale and bleak, and the meteors are like falling fireworks, leaving a moment of beauty, which ends in plainness.

Maybe they came from tens of thousands of years or even 10,000+ years ago. People praised its magnificence, but in fact it has long since passed away, and the last memory left is less than a second.

Mo Xiaofeng watched the fleeting beauty quietly, his eyes softened a lot.

According to the Western saying, "When a star falls, it must be replaced by a soul. When a person dies, his soul ascends to heaven, and when he ascends to heaven, he brings his wishes to God."

Do people really go to heaven after death?Then he is probably going to go to hell.

Turning around, he saw Pan Yang and Han Xue kissing.

A faint kiss, but the lips are pressed together, clear water and full of shyness, but it is a change in relationship.

Mo Xiaofeng smiled faintly, maybe he was showing signs.

Life is like a fleeting moment, so one should think about the things in the world. Sometimes even he himself feels that he is too compassionate and life is too tiring.

Mo Xiaofeng doesn't believe in God, but he believes in the existence of gods.

It’s just that God is just like him, a loner.

It was late at night, and a group of people got into the tent one after another. Only Mo Xiaofeng sat by the campfire and listened to music, thinking a lot about the past, but he couldn't think of anything.

A person with a regular work and rest schedule unexpectedly suffered from insomnia tonight.

Mo Xiaofeng, who had been in the tent for two hours, came out. For some reason, he always felt a little unsteady and flustered inside.

This feeling is a bit like the sixth sense he had when he was a soldier a few years ago.

The poisonous snake in the grass, the enemy behind the sight, the ambush around the corner, it seems that something is waiting for him in the next second, but he can't see or hear anything, and this anxiety has not dissipated in the slightest.

Putting on a thick coat, Mo Xiaofeng walked out of the camp.

The sky is still full of stars and rivers, stepping on the soft withered grass, breathing the cold air, even the brain is stimulated to wake up a lot.

Next to Yangping slope is a small river ditch, from which mountain springs flow down and converge into a small pool on the side.

In summer, many people like to come here to escape the heat. In winter, the mountains are frozen, and the water flow is much smaller. Naturally, there is no rain, and even the water is dripping from snow, which is bitingly cold.

Mo Xiaofeng stood by the pool, flicked his wrist, held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, flipped his fingers, and the flames burned.

The special smell of naphtha permeated his nostrils, and in the dark surroundings, a faint spark illuminated his face.

Mo Xiaofeng actually doesn't have a cigarette addiction, but he feels that he owes something when he doesn't smoke, and he always wants to find something to do.

If he is free, he can get rid of two packs of cigarettes a day. What makes him addicted is not his body, but his spirit.

After all, he was sick.

"Huh-huh-"

The river flowed very slowly, except for the fishy and wet vapor, there was no sound to be heard, and a faint whisper was mixed in the river wind, whispering like a devil.

Xiaofeng's movement of pinching the smoke froze suddenly, and it fell on his ears like a hallucination, but he did hear it.

He believed that there was a god, and that the opposite of the natural god also existed.

As a grown man who is almost 25 years old, he is not afraid of anything, and his combat prowess is beyond the limit. The only scruple is probably that he is afraid of ghosts.

In the years of being a soldier, I have never experienced corpses, snakes and insects, but ghosts and gods are things that you can’t see or touch. Even if you tell yourself that everything is false, it is indeed a difficult problem to overcome.

"Uh-uh-"

The voice was intermittent, and I couldn't hear it very clearly, but Mo Xiaofeng could still discern where the voice came from.

A figure fell on the opposite side of the river bank, half of his body was soaked in the water, only a vague outline could be seen under the moonlight, let alone a man or a woman.

Oh...is it a human?Tsk, still alive.

The heart that Mo Xiaofeng lifted fell to the ground in an instant.

In this world, people are not necessarily good, and ghosts are not necessarily evil.A living person does not necessarily represent kindness, and a dead person does not necessarily mean that he cannot move.

He can kill even the most vicious person, but he has no way to deal with the ghost who smiles at him.

Mo Xiaofeng smoked out the butt of a cigarette in his mouth and threw it into the water, then took out his unique Medusa coin from his trouser pocket.

"Ding!"

With a flick of the thumb, the coin flipped and landed on the back of his hand, and it was the pattern of the four-leaf clover again.

Tsk, Mo Xiaofeng really wants to say something, does Lian Shen feel that he has done too much evil recently, that he should eat fast, recite the Buddha's name, and do good deeds, or why don't he keep asking him to do the work of saving sentient beings?

It's all about complaining, but the uneasiness in Mo Xiaofeng's heart became more and more intense.

Is it...

No way……

Bypassing the river beach to the other bank, Mo Xiaofeng turned the man over by using his mobile phone to illuminate the light.

A face that was bloodless and paler than a ghost, an extremely familiar face.

Mo Xiaofeng took off his glasses slowly, pinched his slender fingers on the man's chin and turned his head straight. He looked down at him from a high position, and couldn't help but laugh at the corner of his mouth.

He said, "Yo? What a coincidence!"