Murong Mingyue leaned against a dead peach tree and stared blankly at the sky for a long time!
Winter always comes earlier on the prairie.
The cold north wind blew Murong Mingyue's cheeks red and chilled her heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Murong Mingyue's fist hit the peach tree behind her, and only the pain could make her irritable mood temporarily better.
"The clear sky is blue and cloudless, just like this heart, empty."
Sun Mo wanted to be artistic, but what he said was dry.
When Murong Mingyue heard the stranger's voice, she walked away immediately. Her deerskin boots broke the dry branches, making a clicking sound.
"Murong, it's rare to meet each other, and we both like to watch the white clouds and dogs go around, why don't we have a chat?"
Sun Mo pretended to meet her by chance, but in fact, he had been looking for this cold woman for a long time.
With Sun Mo's current reputation, don't be too simple when asking about a teacher's background. After all, if nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become one of his colleagues.
This is a quasi-grandmaster. Many famous teachers will never have friends of this level in their lives, so they actively help.
Of course, they didn't expect to gain Sun Mo's friendship, but they still hoped to at least become familiar with him.
However, after Sun Mo asked around, he discovered that Murong Mingyue had very few friends. It could be said that she was an extremely lonely woman.
If it is a sudden death, no one will notice it for ten days and a half.
Fortunately, Murong Mingyue was pretty enough, and there were always some men paying attention to her secretly.
The dormitory, library, classroom, and this long-dead peach forest are where Murong Mingyue lives and breathes all year round.
"You scholars in the Central Plains are indeed full of male thieves and female prostitutes. If you want to sleep with me, you can just tell me..."
Murong Mingyue glanced at Sun Mo with an unkind expression.
"As expected of a barbarian, he is straightforward enough. I heard that there is a custom of bride snatching on your prairie. I wonder if I am qualified to participate?"
Sun Mo seemed calm, but his heart was already beating.
It’s over! It’s over!
Pretending to be cute failed.
By the way, this woman is on dynamite, and her attitude is so aggressive?
If Murong Mingyue was not a quasi-grandmaster, Sun Mo really wanted to give up. Looking at her face, it was obvious that she had been frozen here for a long time.
What's even more frightening is that the skin and flesh of her right hand were scratched from beating the peach tree, and blood flowed out.
Who in the right mind would do such a thing?
Isn't it an intermittent neurosis?
Or?
Lost in love?
Thinking of this, Sun Mo suddenly felt a little unhappy.
Murong Mingyue's figure could not be seen due to the cotton clothes she wore, but her appearance was so beautiful that her face alone was enough to make people obsessed.
When he thought that this superb woman was already in love, Sun Mo wanted to give her boyfriend a slap in the face.
Why!
This damn possessiveness.
"Sorry, I don't like your face."
Murong Mingyue curled her lips and looked Sun Mo up and down: "It's too ugly."
Sun Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "Do you want to be so straightforward? My self-esteem cannot withstand being trampled on by you like this."
"You have the guts to chase women, but don't have the guts to listen to women's bad words?"
Murong Mingyue despised him.
"Then tell me, how handsome and good your boyfriend is, which makes you feel so sad here?"
Sun Mo touched his cheek.
"Boy friend?"
Murong Mingyue frowned. There was no such word in the barbarian dictionary, but such a simple and easy-to-understand word did not hinder her understanding.
"I don't."
Murong Mingyue actually didn't intend to explain, but as a pure and pure woman, she didn't want to be misunderstood.
"Now that you have it, what do you think of me?"
Sun Mo joked.
boom!
Murong Mingyue stared at Sun Mo with a cold face, and punched the peach tree next to her.
Sawdust was flying, much like winter snow.
"Master Sun, what exactly do you want to do?"
Murong Mingyue asked.
"I'm just not angry. Don't ordinary ugly people deserve love?"
Sun Mo's tone was not angry.
Murong Mingyue turned around and left.
"What the hell, what should I do now?"
Sun Mo was a little confused. His response just now was completely based on the few books he bought on The Art of Language, The Techniques of Chasing Women, etc.
Murong Mingyue was obviously in a bad mood, so he made jokes to make the other person happy first, which invisibly enhanced the relationship.
But who knows, people don't like this.
"Girls love to hear whatever a handsome guy says, but if an ugly guy talks sweet words for a hundred days, it's useless. That's disgusting."
System haha.
"Can I throw money at it?"
Sun Mo rolled his eyes.
"Do you think this woman needs money?"
The system despises.
Sun Mo pursed his lips, and was too lazy to think of tricks, so he prepared to forcefully say: "Murong Mingyue, I want to poach you to work in a prestigious school in the Central Plains."
Hearing this shout and feeling the sincerity in it, Murong Mingyue stopped. It would be great if she could leave Fulong and start a new life, but...
"As long as you are willing to come, you can set whatever conditions you want."
Sun Mo took the risk.
Murong Mingyue turned around and looked at Sun Mo, who was more than twenty meters away. His eyes were really full of energy. He was a man with ideals, drive and pursuits.
Not like me...
"You Central Plains people like to recite poems and compose the most, right? Then compose a poem within ten breaths. If you finish it and satisfy me, I will follow you."
After Murong Mingyue finished speaking, she started counting down.
ten!
Nine!
…
"Wait a minute, what is your standard for satisfaction?"
Sun Mo wanted to delay, but Murong Mingyue didn't answer at all, and spat out lonely numbers one by one in a cold voice.
This dead peach blossom forest is even more lonely.
"Damn it, you think you are Cao Pi? You want me to write a poem in seven steps?"
Sun Moxin said, if I were Cao Zhi and I wrote a poem about a bird, I would strangle Cao Pi to death first.
five!
Four!
…
Not to mention modern people who have no literary accomplishments for a long time, even in ancient times, those who could write a poem in ten breaths were all outstanding poets.
So Sun Mo racked his brains.
"Time is up."
Murong Mingyue glanced at Sun Mo, turned around and left.
Now, it’s time for you to be more sensible, right?
"The fleeting life passes like lightning."
Sun Mo said loudly.
To be honest, if he hadn't loved reading when he was young, even if Sun Mo was given a hundred seconds, he wouldn't be able to think of a poem that suited the occasion.
You know, the most important thing about poetry is artistic conception. If it is not read in that scene, the charm will be greatly reduced.
Murong Mingyue was surprised, have you really made it?
Moreover, this sentence is quite impressive. Let’s wait for him to continue.
"The painting building failed to live up to its beauty!"
Murong Mingyue frowned slightly, the artistic conception was acceptable, but the meaning sounded like a love poem!
"I don't know if we will meet in the next life? We meet on strangers, but we are still young!"
After Sun Mo finished chanting, he thought about it again and found that it should be appropriate for the occasion. The only thing left was to speculate on the questions Murong Mingyue might ask and then give a reasonable explanation.
It's just that Sun Mo was overly worried.
Although Murong Mingyue was a grassland woman, she was also familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics, read many poems and songs, and had a very high literary appreciation ability.
There is nothing surprising about the first two lines of this poem, but as soon as the third or fourth lines come out, the feelings described become sincere and hot in an instant.
There is no fate in this life, but in the next life, we meet by chance, but it is the man whom we love to the core!
In just four sentences, Murong Mingyue imagined a love story in her mind. She was so immersed in it that she forgot to talk to Sun Mo.
"Tsk, girls are indeed sentimental and like this kind of beautiful love."
Sun Mo pouted.
After waiting for a few minutes, Sun Mo smiled and asked, "How?"
"The whole article is written in vernacular and has no literary talent!"
Murong Mingyue commented: "It takes only ten breaths to write this kind of poem, which is pretty good."
In fact, as a woman from the prairie, although Murong Mingyue was born graceful and of the Xiaojiabiyu type, she still had the boldness and enthusiasm of a barbarian in her bones.
Murong Mingyue did not really appreciate the gorgeous and beautiful words, such as the setting clouds and the solitary owl flying together, the autumn water and the long sky, etc., but she liked such simple and straightforward poems.
If I love you, I will elope with you; if I hate you, I will never associate with you again.
"Welcome to Zhongzhou University!"
Sun Mo had eight white teeth and a friendly smile. With Murong Mingyue, the school's competitiveness will definitely increase.
"Wait, did I say I was satisfied?"
Murong Mingyue's expression was cold, but in her heart, seeing Sun Mo's smile disappear instantly and turning into a bitter face, she actually wanted to laugh.
The irritability and depression of the past few days have finally dissipated a lot.
"Hey, don't bring such a fool!"
Sun Mo had a headache: "What exactly do you want?"
"Master Sun, do you really want to poach me?"
Murong Mingyue looked at Sun Mo's eyes seriously. Although she didn't understand why a trainee teacher would poach herself for other schools, it didn't matter.
"right!"
Sun Mo nodded heavily: "The conditions are up to you!"
"If I go to Zhongzhou Academy, it will bring disaster to it. Are you sure you want to poach me?"
Murong Mingyue asked.
"want!"
At this time, there was no hesitation, but Sun Mo's heart was beating the drum. What happened to this woman? Could it be that she was a candidate for the principal trained by Fulong College?
If that's the case, poaching her by yourself will indeed trigger a war between the two schools.
Hearing Sun Mo's decisive answer, Murong Mingyue was stunned and a little surprised. Then she smiled faintly and touched the peach tree next to her.
"Okay, if you can make the peach blossoms here bloom again, I will go with you to the Central Plains and serve the Zhongzhou University for the rest of my life."
After Murong Mingyue finished speaking, she lost interest in talking and turned to leave.
Sun Mo, you are too naive!
You don't know me at all, how dare you poach me?
You will die!
If you were smarter, stop pestering me.
"Is there a time limit?"
Sun Mo looked at the dead peach trees and shouted.
"Three months!"
Murong Mingyue turned back: "If you can't do it, you must leave Fulong Academy immediately."
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Sun Mo smiled: "If I do it, you will be mine in this life."
"madman!"
Murong Mingyue muttered, this peach grove was planted by the principal's wife a few years ago, hoping it would be a good omen for the world to be filled with peaches and plums, but it was too cold on the prairie and not suitable for the growth of peach trees at all, so they all froze to death.