Seeing that the girls were still cautiously closing the door when they left, Li Siyan jumped up and hugged Mu Feixue: "Xiaoxue, you are so handsome!" What did you do just now? ”

"Hey, hey, it's just a little funny!" Mu Feixue shook her long hair, and then grinned, "I was spoiled by those few people who don't have long eyes just now, Concubine Ai, let's go to bed now, right?" ”

"I'm going to kill you!" Li Siyan slapped the little hand that was making a fool of herself, "Take a bath first!" ”

"Together, together!" Mu Feixue happily and happily followed Li Siyan into the bathroom together.

Mu Feixue's first day when she came to the Second Attached Middle School passed like this, this kind of life was something she had not experienced under the protection of her father's wings in the past, lying on the bed, Mu Feixue also sighed comfortably, this kind of provocative days with not long eyes are really fulfilling......

Early the next morning, after Mo Yun and the others arrived at school, Li Siyan couldn't wait to tell Mo Yun and them about the events of last night, and Peng Jianhao's jaw fell to the ground.

What surprised him was not those girls picking quarrels and provoking trouble, but Mu Feixue's amazing knife skills...... It seems that it only appears in movies......

"Oh, that's it, right?" Mo Yun smiled, took a pen, spread his left hand on the table, and then the tip of the pen jumped between his fingers quickly, and he didn't touch a single hair!

"Holy! You will too! I've been with your brother for three years, so I didn't know you could still use this technology! Peng Jianhao shouted.

"I said it wasn't a big deal!" Mu Feixue snorted, although she said so, she was still shocked in her heart, she had worked hard for several years in order to learn this, but she didn't expect Mo Yun to do it! This was a big blow to her confidence.

"Hey, Mo Yun, yesterday you said yes, you want to teach me martial arts, you are not allowed to cheat!" Mu Feixue rushed to Mo Yundao.

"I didn't say I was going to cheat, I'm afraid you won't be able to persevere!" Mo Yun smiled, he went back last night but thought about it carefully, and finally thought of something suitable to teach Mu Feixue.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me!" Mu Feixue flicked her long hair arrogantly, "At noon today, I was there yesterday, I saw what you taught me!" ”

"Okay!" Mo Yun agreed with a smile.

The first class in the morning was the Chinese class of the head teacher Zhang Buyuan, who originally thought that it would be an exam as usual, but after Zhang Buyuan walked in, there was no test paper in his hand, but a pile of manuscript paper.

Is it writing an essay? Mo Yun was stunned.

Zhang Buyuan stood on the podium holding the manuscript paper, looked at the students whispering below, pulled an arc on his emaciated face, put down the manuscript paper, and said, "What, it's strange?" The score of Chinese composition in the college entrance examination accounts for nearly half, and it is essential to write a good composition. ”

As he spoke, he turned around and wrote three words on the blackboard: Remember the past!

"Holy! Isn't it, that kind of topic? When Peng Jianhao saw these three words, he couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.

"This is today's topic, more than 1,000 words and less than 2,000 words, except for poetry, there is no limit to genres!" Zhang Buyuan threw down the chalk and looked back and smiled.

"Isn't it, Mr. Zhang, you still write about this topic at your age, reminiscing about the past? We have a fart old days! "A bunch of people complained.

Zhang Buyuan glared at the podium, "Life is a process of accumulation, have you lived in vain for more than ten years?" Less chirp, write to me! ”

As he spoke, he handed out the manuscript paper. A group of people complained that it was ineffective, so they had to sigh and start biting the pen.

"Woo, how do you write this kind of topic!" Mu Feixue picked up a pen to write down the topic, staring at the manuscript paper and frowning, "Hey, Mo Yun, how do you say to write?" Feed? Mo Yun? ”

Mu Feixue turned around, but saw Mo Yun with a serious expression, staring at the blank manuscript paper, and his mind did not belong.

Pouting, Mu Feixue rolled her eyes and ignored Mo Yun.

When Mo Yun saw the three words on the blackboard, his mind exploded, countless memories suddenly poured out, and one picture flashed in front of him, happy, sad, excited, angry, excited, and desperate......

For a while, I was stunned there, and even the manuscript paper was sent down, and I took it mechanically, and then stared at the manuscript paper in a daze.

After a while, Mo Yun lifted the pen, but his expression was as indifferent as water, and in the first line, he wrote the beginning.

The flowers on the other side bloom in an instant, and the old shadow is difficult to look back at, such as dew and electricity, such as bubbles, and a dream of recovering is also Nanke!

The text used is not a simplified character, but a small seal!

Belch...... It's no wonder that Mo Yun has been in the Heavenly Realm in the past, all the books and written words are all small seals, and for him, the familiarity of small seals is probably still on top of the simplified characters that have not been used for thousands of years...... At this moment, Mo Yun was obviously caught in that strange state of memory, and as soon as he mentioned his pen, he naturally used the familiar little seal...... Even the grammar has become a half-literate model......

Well, I hope that our dear teacher Zhang Buyuan will not collapse when he sees this article.

Time passed in a hurry, and a lesson was almost over, Mo Yun's pen paused, and then, at the end of the article, he wrote the end.

Woohoo, the past can not be remembered, the memory of the people cause self-sorrow, and look at the wind and clouds, a pot of wine in the world!

When he had finished writing this, he threw away his pen, flipped over the paper, set it aside, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

A tear slowly flowed from the corner of his closed eye.

It is said that letting go is liberation, but for all kinds of things in the past, how many people can really let go, and how many people can be liberated? At least, he Mo Yun can't let go and can't get rid of it......

Everyone, everyone's attachment, doesn't it?

When the bell rang for the end of class, a large group of people immediately wailed, and they hadn't finished writing yet! But Mr. Zhang was iron-faced and selfless, and without saying a word, he directly collected all the manuscript papers, and walked away in the complaining eyes of a group of people.

"Damn, this article is so hard to write!" Peng Jianhao rolled his eyes, turned his head super unhappily, and complained to Mo Yun, "Old Yun, you said yes, right?" Huh? Lao Yun, why are you crying? ”

"Where, where? Mo Yun cried? When Mu Feixue heard this, she immediately came up, saw the tears in the corners of Mo Yun's eyes, and said exaggeratedly, "Wow, isn't it Mo Yun, this article is difficult to write, and it won't make you cry!" ”

"Damn! Lao Tzu's eyes hurt, dry and tearful, I don't know! Mo Yun opened his eyes, returned to normal, and then said with a sad face, "Do you think there will be such a perverted question in the college entrance examination?" ”

"If it's really this kind of topic, I bet a bunch of people will fail their essays!" Peng Jianhao waved his hand.

"This kind of topic is very biased, and it is not difficult to write if it is difficult to write, but it is difficult to write well." Li Siyan sighed, "I really don't know where Lao Zhang came up with this kind of topic......"