Chapter 1112: Sun·Da Wenhao·Mo

"Unbearable!"
Bai Fu dropped a word, flung his sleeves and left.
"Haha, are you qualified to speak of others?"
Sun Mo sneered.
It's a pity that Bai Fu didn't bother to pay attention to Sun Mo. In her eyes, what the four chief winners and the hands of gods were, but they were also vulgar things.
"Look, your self-righteous arrogance actually proves your vulgarity. You are disguising your vulgarity with Wenqing."
Sun Mo ridiculed: "Some experts have a really high ideological level. Fishing in the South China Sea and the mountains and the moon are sentimental and virtuous, but what about you? But just to prove that you are different from us.
"But when you prove these, you have already fallen behind and lost."
"Pretty!"
Li Ziqi, who eavesdropped outside the door, wanted to admire him.
"You nonsense!"
Bai Fu scolded.
"Are you angry? Does it mean you care?"
Sun Mo spread his hands together: "Is this better than any evidence?"
Sun Mo is in modern times, but a teacher, he has seen all kinds of students, and even if he is not a teacher, as long as he often surfs the Internet, he has never seen anyone!
Leave a waist-length hair, wear a white skirt, bare feet, step on a pair of cloth shoes...
Go on a pilgrimage to a certain place, purify the soul, go to a certain sea to live alone, feed the birds and read...
To be honest, Sun Mo also thought about it.
After all, who hasn't been young yet.
"I don't deny the life you desire, but I also ask you not to insult the ideals of famous teachers!"
Sun Mo's tone became severe: "To live for love and die for love is your freedom, but chasing the realm of saints is our freedom."
"Even if it is utilitarian and vulgar, so what?"
"In my opinion, even a farmer's lifelong pursuit is to want a hundred acres of fertile land, a few farm cattle, a virtuous wife, and a smart child, there is nothing wrong with it."
"There is no big or small ideal, no difference between superior and inferior!"
"Aren't you pretending to be noble and unrestrained? Your pride is to make you look down on others' ideals of sanctification?"
Hum!
Jin Yu's good words broke out.
The splendid light spots splashed on the roof of the night, like a firefly flying, and also reflected Bai Fu's flushed cheeks.
She was turned into anger by what Sun Mo said.
"It's over, this person can't dig it!"
Lu Zhiruo felt that the teacher was about to finish.
"Why are the characters of geniuses so awkward?"
Li Ziqi did not understand.
"Isn't this what you are looking for?"
Mascot analysis.
"What do you know?"
Bai Fu retorted.
She admitted that Sun Mo's remarks made sense, and what was even more troublesome was that this guy really thought that way, otherwise Jin Yu's good words would not erupt.
In this way, Bai Fu could not say that Sun Mo was hypocritical.
"I don't understand, so I have to learn more!"
Sun Mo responded.
Sorry, I have never lost on the line.
The Sun Hei dog, running off the rein, bites people into the flesh, and takes a bite of three feet, and can't scare you.
"Haha, that's a pity, when I was born, I naturally understood and understood everything, no matter what, as soon as I learned it."
Bai Fu pretended to be sad, and sighed: "You may think that the saint can't be reached, but in my opinion, it's just climbing a mountain, it's meaningless!"
"Then have you created anything for this world?"
Sun Mo asked back.
"You mean the value of life?"
Bai Fu grinned: "Why do people have to be valuable if they are alive? Do I bother others by eating and drinking, writing and painting every day? I am willing to waste my life. Can you control it?"
"By the way, to add, my living expenses are all earned by myself!"
Really hammered, so he was just crazy.
Sun Mo didn't want to talk about it anymore. Bai Fu was typically the kind of wealthy child who was born with good clothes and food, and was not bitten by this old dog in society.
Ordinary people think about filling their stomachs. To be more advanced, I want to save money, buy a game console, or chase some girl I like.
But these, Bai Fu was born.
Without caring about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, she naturally has a lot of time to think about it.
Of course, let alone they are talented and spoiled by many people.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't impose my values ​​on you!"
Sun Mo advances by retreating.
This is on the line!
Is right or wrong important?
It doesn't matter, what matters is winning.
"Know it's wrong, just step back!"
Bai Fu waved his hand.
"My last question is, are you empty of this kind of life?"
When Sun Mo saw Bai Fu's face changed slightly, he knew he was right.
As long as it is a person, those psychological problems are bound to exist.
In the Marros needs theory, the fifth layer, but self-fulfillment needs, and even the fourth layer, respecting needs, Bai Fu has not fully obtained.
She is a genius, but does she have achievements that others will admire in their hearts?
Bai Fu said that he didn't care, but in his heart, he had never thought about it like that.
Ok!
Even if she hadn't thought about it, Sun Mo would help her remember now.
Talking?
Fighting the world view?
Sorry, countless philosophers and psychologists from Blue Star are with me at this moment.
"Looking at you, I really like poetry and songs, and I am a person who loves literature? Since you say that no matter what, you can learn it as soon as you learn, then I would like to ask, do you have any literary works?"
Sun Mo sets off.
"Ha, your question shows how shallow you are!"
Bai Fu finally found a place to fight back: "The real literary works cannot be mass-produced, and cannot be written through a certain routine mode. Only by chance, this is the charm of literature!"
"Alchemy, the study of utensils, if you learn it, you can do it yourself, and you can even be better than blue. But literature and words can be written by anyone, but can you write immortal works?"
Bai Fuyang raised the book in his hand: "Like this "Journey to the West"."
"puff!"
Outside, Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo smiled.
You say this, but you will suffer.
The corners of Sun Mo's mouth twitched.
Although Sun Mo wrote in Journey to the West, which is different from the original, he plagiarized the content after all, so he prohibited Zheng Qingfang and others from propagating it.
So only a small number of people know that he is the author of Journey to the West.
"I think this book has broken the shackles of mankind and let go of the wings of dreams. It turns out that the world can still look like this."
Bai Fu stroked the cover of the book, his tone full of admiration.
"You should have read this book? Can you imagine it?"
Sun Mo was silent, I was afraid that I could scare you to death by telling my illusion world.
"Do you want to dig me to Zhongzhou Academy? Yes, write an immortal book comparable to it!"
Bai Fu shook the Journey to the West in his hand and stopped talking about Sun Mo. She walked out of the iron gate. From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of Li Ziqi and Lu Zhiruo, but what did this have to do with her?
"If I write it down, will you be a cow and a horse for me?"
Sun Mo mocked.
"You can be your toilet!"
Bai Fu despised.
This kind of book, you have not seen it in a century, rely on you?
To be honest, your chances of becoming holy are greater than the chances of writing an immortal book.
"You like this book?"
Li Ziqi asked with a smile
"Lent it to you, take a look and you will understand that this world is not worth it!"
Bai Fu threw the book to Sun Mo.
"Why is there no back?"
Lu Zhiruo discovered that the book had been torn off a lot.
Bai Fu did not answer, and went straight down the stairs.
Is life empty?
Sun Mo was right!
Bai Fu felt very empty, and the days when he could learn it were really boring, so when the Journey to the West appeared in Liaojing, Bai Fu suddenly found out that the world he dreamed of was the most free.
Bai Fu envied the monkey.
Envy the Monkey King who didn't put on the curse.
So she tore off the back part.
It can be said that Sun Mo is the culprit who turned Bai Fu into Wenqing.
"Teacher, I think this famous white teacher is talented, but not suitable for teaching people!"
Lu Zhiruo whispered, she couldn't see the temperament of a famous teacher from Bai Fu's body.
"It depends on what she teaches?"
Sun Mo looked downstairs, the back of Bai Fu leaving.
He has read her information, piano, chess, poems and paintings, and is proficient in everything. From the age of fifteen, he can point to those brothel prostitutes.
Under her, there have been three talented oirans.
This is still Bai Fu's boring work, and he didn't care much.
In other words, Bai Fu is really talented in such disciplines as literature and art.
"Teacher, do you want to write a book?"
Li Ziqi is looking forward to it.
"Not even writing!"
Sun Mo sighed and could only act as a copy of the public.
When he returned to the room, Sun Mo asked Xiao Hebao to give him an unforgettable shot, and then blessed him with a yellow beam and a dream to help him recall the dreams of his school days.
Sun Mo wants to watch "A Dream of Red Mansions" again.
"Water Margin" is definitely not good. It's too reactionary. Even if he wrote it, no bookseller would dare to accept it. Moreover, as soon as he left, people might report to an official for arrest.
"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is not good either. This thing men read is a heroic article, and it doesn't match the slightest bit of a literary girl.
To be honest, if you want to be more popular than "Journey to the West", you can actually write "Gold X Plum", which is absolutely popular, and in terms of artistry, this book is also very high.
However, due to the limited content, the literary girl must not talk about it.
"When propagating, I am afraid that Gandalf will be used as a gimmick with the help of the second book by the author of Journey to the West."
Sun Mo sighed.
"Dream of Red Mansions" has a very high artistic level, but this creates a problem. Ordinary people cannot understand it, and ordinary people cannot understand it, so it will not be known to everyone in a short time, and then it will be popular.
Sun Mo stayed in the Black and White Academy at most for a month. For such a small amount of time, the reputation of "A Dream of Red Mansions" alone would not do much.
"You go and rest!"
Sun Mo didn't sleep anymore, and began to work hard.
After becoming a famous teacher, his memory exploded. He woke up from Huang Liang's dream, and he remembered everything he had seen before.
Monovalent hydrogen chloride potassium sodium silver, divalent oxygen calcium barium magnesium zinc,
It's a pity that this world doesn't use it!
...
Li Ziqi didn't sleep all night, because he was always thinking about Sun Mo's new book.
In her opinion, what the teacher wrote is definitely a masterpiece.
Until the sky shined, Li Ziqi couldn't help it anymore and went straight to the school cafeteria.
"Uncle Wang, are you okay?"
Li Ziqi asked with a smile.
"OK OK!"
Chef Wang accompanied the smiling face and saw Li Ziqi unwrap the lid, and checked them one by one, and he quickly assured: "I made them new, and I will get up and work in less than two more days."
"Thank you Uncle Wang!"
Li Ziqi smiled sweetly, filled the food box with chicken soup, steamed buns, and four-color side dishes, and then walked to the reception building.
"Pharaoh, who is this little girl?"
Seeing Li Ziqi, the old farmer who delivered the vegetables curiously asked: "It's so beautiful!"
"Put away your dog's eyes, you can look at noble people?"
Chef Wang cursed.
"Ha ha!"
The old farmer smiled awkwardly.
He knew that Chef Wang had been in charge of the cafeteria of the Black and White Academy because of his outstanding cooking skills and his seniority.
A few years ago, he stopped cooking, and he came across high-star big guys to show off a few hands, but now, he actually greeted a little girl.
"Looking at the extravagance of other people, maybe they are the children of a certain family, right?"
The old farmer speculated.
boom!
Chef Wang kicked the old farmer in the ass.
"What are you thinking about? I am a big disciple of Master Sun!"
Chef Wang explained.
In the beginning, Li Ziqi came to the school cafeteria to recruit chefs. Chef Wang refused, but there were too many people giving him too much.
One day worth one year's wages.
Just to make Sun Mo eat well.
This apprentice is simply too filial.
"Hey, Famed Master Sun? Is it the one who promoted Master Zhang to the sub-sage?"
The old vegetable farmer took a sigh of relief.
"Even you have heard of it?"
Chef Wang was surprised.
He had already prepared to return all the deposit received to Li Ziqi, just to ask his son for the hand of God.
"Look at what you said~EbookFREE.me~ such a big thing, the whole Liaoning and Kyoto know about it."
The old vegetable farmer took out the tobacco leaves: "Would you like a pot?"
Chef Wang was about to pick him up, but he held back: "No, I'm cooking for Master Sun these few days, so I can't get the smoke!"
"When Master Sun becomes a sub-sage in the future, you will be amazing. The cook who has cooked for Master Sun!"
The envy of the old vegetable farmer.
"That's natural!"
Chef Wang is proud of himself, and at the same time he made up his mind to rush Ming'er and take out his unique work to let Sun Mo linger.
It should be easy to ask for a picture when the time comes.
...
When Li Ziqi came, he saw Lu Zhiruo napping with his hands on his knees, leaning against the door of the room.
"What are you doing?"
Little purse was stunned: "Don't you want to read a new book?"
"Huh? Master sister!"
The mascot wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "I want to be the first to see the teacher's new book!"
"..."
Little Hebaoxin said, this is impossible, I am a big sister, I have to go first!
You can let the others, but this one won’t work!
Boom! Boom!
Li Ziqi knocked on the door of the room.
"Teacher, I brought breakfast, it's time to eat!"
The light inside didn't go out, the teacher must have written all night.
"come in!"
Hearing this, Li Ziqi couldn't wait to push the door open, and while walking inside, he glanced at the desk.
Wow,
What a thick stack of manuscripts!
The teacher is really productive!
Just don't know what was written?
Li Ziqi still wanted to hold back for a while, Lu Zhiruo had no such thoughts, and rushed to the table, squatting next to him, staring at the manuscript eagerly.
""A Dream of Red Mansions"? It looks good when you hear this name!"
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