[69 Book Bar - www.] The autumn wind is blowing, and Yang Liaoyi is lingering. The vast Weiyang Lake is like a huge and smooth mirror, shining with golden brilliance under the rising sun.
The spacious lake surface is sparkling and scaly. There is a large painting boat in the lake, and there are countless small boats around it.
There was constant laughter and laughter on the boat, and the scene was very lively. It seemed that many talented people and beauties had already arrived on the boat and were enjoying guessing the lantern fans.
Mo Xingheng and his sister Mo Linjuan were standing by the lake. There were many men, women and children around them who liked the fun. Today is the Golden Autumn Festival on August 15th. Everyone came to Weiyang Lake to watch the lantern guessing event of talented men and women during the Golden Autumn Festival.
, a wealthy man drove a small boat around the boat about a foot away, but did not dare to get close.
"Linjuan, do you want to go to the boat in the lake and guess the lantern fans?" Mo Xingheng asked Mo Linjuan next to him.
Shaking her head, Mo Linjuan suddenly saw a man selling candied haws on a stick over there, and said to Mo Xingheng, "Brother, I'm going to buy a bunch of candied haws on a stick over there."
"Well, I'll wait for you here." Nodding, Mo Xingheng looked at the lively scene on the lake, but his thoughts suddenly returned to his previous life.
"Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season!" Mo Xingheng chanted softly. This situation and this scene truly reminded him of the mood of a person who traveled far away in time and space. As for which sage's poem this is?
, it’s not important, in this place, from Mo Xingheng’s mouth, it belongs to him, King Mo Dabing.
Tingting, Fenghuo, Hui Shao, are you okay? Brother... I miss you!
Mo Xingheng looked up into the void, and his thoughts had already traveled back to the earth, where there were several living and dead brothers in his life, as well as several of his relatives!
A trace of loneliness suddenly arose in my heart - Mo Xingheng has been in this world for more than ten days. Although he has integrated the soul source mark of the previous owner of this body, he has adapted to this body and to being the grandson of the Mo family.
, adapted to this family, adapted to this world. However, at this moment, in this festival that everyone is celebrating, the loneliness in his heart will jump out like a ghost, reminding him: he is different from the people in this world.
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I originally thought that if I was in a different time and space, many things in my heart would gradually be forgotten. It turns out that the things in my heart will never be forgotten. Even if I am in a different time and space, I cannot completely forget it!
"Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, which one is the butterfly, which one is me?" Mo Xingheng laughed to himself, the loneliness in his heart was like a bug, constantly chewing his bone marrow.
"What a 'I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the festive season!' Brother, this sentence is really wonderful, wonderful!" A crisp voice sounded behind Mo Xingheng, accompanied by the tapping of a small fan.
The voice touching the palm was actually cheering for him.
The crisp voice slowly repeated the two lines of poetry he had just written out of emotion, with a hint of appreciation in his tone.
Mo Xingheng slowly recovered his thoughts. He didn't have any good feelings towards this uninvited guest who interrupted his thoughts, and was even a little... slightly angry.
Mo Xingheng slowly turned around, and a stunning young man with a powdered face was standing behind him and smiling at him.
The reason why I use the word "beautiful" is because this young master can really afford it.
She has thin willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, lips like crimson dots, and eyes like morning stars. She holds a small white fan in her hand and wears a light yellow gown. Standing there, she looks like a thin willow supporting the wind. She is indescribably handsome.
Originally, Mo Xingheng thought that his current body, tender flesh, and handsome face were beyond compare to the countless pretty faces he had seen in his previous life. He did not expect that the guy in front of him was even more effeminate and feminine than him.
It really opened his eyes.
The handsome young man was accompanied by a handsome young man, and a faint fragrance was coming from the two of them. Mo Xingheng couldn't help but sneeze, and two words subconsciously came out in his mind:
Shemale!
As soon as the word "shemale" came into Mo Xingheng's mind, his eyes subconsciously glanced at the chests of the two people, but he was disappointed. The chests of the two were ordinary. To be precise, they could use the airport.
to describe.
Although the breasts of the shemales in Mo Xingheng's memory were not big, they were not as flat as this. If these two people were not shemales, their appearance and behavior were too feminine and feminine.
Mo Xingheng secretly shook his head. He didn't want to get entangled with two guys who were neither male nor female. He turned around to see if the sister over there was back, so he could leave these two shemales as soon as possible.
"Why are you so ignorant of etiquette? Why did my father-in-law turn around when he was talking to you?" The handsome young man behind Mo Xingheng pouted with an angry look on his face and said to Mo Xingheng.
Xingheng's behavior was very dissatisfied.
The stunning young man glared at the handsome young man, obviously blaming him for almost revealing his lips just now. He adjusted his face, took a step forward and stood side by side with Mo Xingheng, and said slowly: "I just heard the meaning of Xiongtai's poem, it seems that
He is not from Tianfeng City, but with Xiongtai’s talent, he should be a talented person from my White Deer Academy.”
"White Deer Academy?" Mo Xingheng shook his head, but his eyes subconsciously glanced at the handsome young man's chest, "What is that, a university?"
It turns out that Mo Xingheng has been practicing hard in Mo Mansion almost every day since he was a child because his cultivation talent was not as good as others. Although there has been no effect for more than ten years and the progress of Xuan Gong is as slow as ever, he still believes in the truth that the stupid bird flies first.
So he persisted, rarely leaving Mo Mansion. He knew nothing about the four beauties in the capital, or White Deer Academy. However, his metaphor was also appropriate. White Deer Academy was indeed equivalent to
Of the universities on earth, the importance of White Deer Academy to a dynasty is much greater than that of famous universities such as Tsinghua University and Peking University.
The handsome young man was very surprised when he saw that this man didn't know about White Deer Academy. Then when he saw his eyes darting back and forth on his chest, as if he was playing with something, he suddenly became furious and wanted to explode.
But he felt that he couldn't have an attack, so he could only stare at Mo Xingheng bitterly, as if he wanted to eat him in one bite.
Mo Xingheng was so thick-skinned. He was naturally not afraid of him. He didn't look away. He looked openly at this boy's chest. His fair face turned red and black in turns. He felt so relieved in his heart: Damn it.
, I asked you to disturb me, but you are actually afraid of people looking at your breasts, and I insist on staring at your breasts.
"You kid, what are you looking at!" The stunning young man had not yet spoken, but the young man in green shirt behind him couldn't help it.
Mo Xingheng saw that the stunning young man's patience seemed to be reaching its limit, so he thought to himself that it was about the same. Besides, in public, a grown man stared at another man's and woman's breasts, and the image was not very good. He laughed.
He smiled and looked away, but still did not answer the handsome young man.
Seeing that his eyes had returned to normal, the handsome young man looked a little better, but he was still a little angry at the boy's rudeness. What surprised him was that such a rude person could actually write two good poems.
Come on, it's really surprising.
After coughing, the handsome young master obviously had a broad mind. He put aside his grudge and said, "Brother, you are so talented and talented, but you don't even know about White Deer Academy, where you studied as a teacher, and where you live?"
Is he talented? Mo Xingheng smiled and cursed in his heart: He is so talented, I am a pirated product. But I couldn't say this. After thinking about it, he said: "I am self-taught without a teacher. I am from my hometown."
Of course it’s Tianfeng City.”
Of course what Mo Xingheng said was the truth, but to the ears of the handsome young master, it turned out to be full of nonsense. The stunning young master looked at Mo Xingheng with dissatisfaction, thinking that this man was considered a talented person, but he was so rude and stingy.
If you were really from Tianfeng City, you wouldn’t have lamented just now, “I am a stranger in a foreign land, and I miss my family even more during the holidays!” You are a liar, you are really annoying!
"If you are from Tianfeng City, then why did you express such emotion just now and say that you are from Tianfeng City? Only a ghost would believe you." The young man in green shirt said what was in the mind of the stunning young master and directly despised him.
Mo Xingheng.
Huh, how can you, a dead male demon boy, understand my loneliness? Mo Xingheng turned his head and glanced at the boy in green shirt, then turned back to look at the lake, choosing to ignore the contempt of the boy in green shirt.
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The young man in green shirt was ignored and was about to have a fit, but he was glared at by the stunning young master and shut his mouth. The stunning young master was even more angry at Mo Xingheng's rudeness, but obviously his mind was bigger than that of Weiyang Lake.
He was much broader, and he chose to ignore Mo Xingheng's rudeness.
The handsome young man said with a little hope: "It seems that these two excellent sentences that brother just made are just the upper part. I wonder how to make the lower part? Brother, can you let me enjoy it?"