Shen Tang thought this time would be the same as yesterday, so he waited obediently outside Yuehua Building, feeding Momo two candies from time to time.
anyway--
Why can motorcycles eat candy?
Shen Tang was puzzled and stroked the smooth fur of the motorcycle. The more he looked at the mule, the more he liked it. The latter licked the candy from her palm clean, but still not satisfied, he nudged her belly with his head and stared longingly at the pouch around Shen Tang's waist.
Motorcycle is very smart and knows where Maltang is.
Shen Tang held the motorcycle's big face with both hands and taught him seriously: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's not normal for a mule like you to have such a sweet taste... It's not okay, it's not okay, it's not okay to act like a baby, it's not okay to lick my face... Fuck, Please take it easy, I don't want to be washed with your saliva."
She dodged several times, and the motorcycle took advantage of the victory and pursued her.
When the shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building, he happened to see a man and a mule having fun. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Shen Tang that there was still business.
He said: "Little lady, please go upstairs."
Shen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time. She patted the motorcycle and told it to go aside and play. She had other business to do. Moto understood this and obediently took the reins in his mouth and went to the wooden post beside him. Shen Tang said: "Shall I go in? Don't you have to wait for someone in the teahouse and elegant room today?"
The shopkeeper said: "No need for today."
Shen Tang didn't ask any more questions and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.
If one ignores the lightly fluttering tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved through the leaky windows, the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls... and the ambiguous powder spreading in the air, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary vintage restaurant.
The Yuehua Building is very quiet during the day. Occasionally, you can see the maids carrying hot water up and down, and the handymen using cloth towels to sweep tables and chairs on the floor. Everything is orderly, but also inexplicably depressed. Only the smell of powder in the air is silent. Telling about the bustle and bustle here last night.
Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.
After a few glances, he looked away with interest.
In the main hall of Yuehua Building, a handsome young man has been waiting for a long time. He led the two of them up to the innermost wing on the second floor, and then carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, fearing that the loud noise would disturb the people inside. In a low voice: "Mr. Lang is in the house, please come in."
Shen Tang regained his wandering mind.
When you step inside, the first thing you see is a huge circular screen, which depicts a vast desert sunset. Shen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Building, even if there are screens, there should be pictures of beauties, right?
Desert sunset picture?
What surprised her even more was that the room was filled with a delicate scent, which was completely different from the lavish makeup in the main hall. The latter is fragrant, but if you smell it for a long time, you will feel vulgar. The former is like an orchid in an empty valley. Even if the smell is not strong or strong, outsiders cannot ignore it.
Beyond the screen is the hustle's "boudoir."
The two of them could only sit on the mats in front of the screen.
"Did you paint this painting?"
As soon as Shen Tang sat down, a strange young man's voice came to her ears through the screen - Hey, isn't that the young brat from yesterday?
She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.
The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he winked at her and answered truthfully.
Shen Tang faltered with "embarrassment": "I didn't paint it, I was my brother. Yesterday when I went back to paint, he caught me and reprimanded me for not being exposed to these things at such a young age. I didn't even have time to inform the shopkeeper and my employer. , so he hired a ghostwriter to draw for me..."
There was silence on the other side of the screen for a while, and soon there was the sound of a chess piece falling. The young man said, "Well, the painting is good."
Shen Tang cursed in his stomach.
Those paintings by Qishan are actually "pretty good"?
Sure enough, there was no one in this world who had the same aesthetics as her, and for a moment she felt a bit lonely and melancholy that it was hard to find a close friend.
Shen Tang asked: "Is the employer satisfied?"
The young man said: "Man..."
Before the rest of the "meaning" was uttered, the young man began to cough violently, each sound shorter than the last. The sound was so loud that people worried whether he would cough up his lungs. Despite his physical condition, this man still sticks to his post... He is really dedicated and diligent.
Shen Tang accidentally started to lose focus again.
After a while, Shen Tang heard the boy's voice he heard yesterday from behind the screen. He said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"
The young man replied in a weak voice: "Nothing."
Shen Tang's mind that had just regained his composure began to wander again.
The young man who co-authored this is not a hustler at Yuehua Tower, he is a client who is here to have fun... Tsk, tsk, is this just a matter of being a ghost under the peony flowers and being romantic? He's coughing like this, as if he's half ready to step into the coffin, but he still has the leisure to come to Elephant Gu's Pavilion?
The room was really quiet for a while.
After a long while, the young man said: "Xiao Langjun misunderstood."
Shen Tang was confused: "..."
Did someone just speak?
The shopkeeper also looked suspicious.
The young man took a breath and said with a half-smile: "Some words don't have to come out of your mouth to be heard..."
Shen Tang: "..."
The shopkeeper continued to be confused.
Shen Tang felt like a ray of light on her back, and the hairs on her hair stood up in anger. She was very sure that what the young man just said was to her. But the problem is that she doesn't have the habit of speaking her mind out. She kept her mouth shut just now and only muttered a few words in her heart...
[Gan, can you hear what I mean? 】
The young man behind the screen was silent for three breaths.
He asked in a strange tone: "Didn't the gentleman who taught you tell you what a conspirator must learn?"
Shen Tang was convinced that the young man could pry into her inner thoughts, so she stopped nagging in her heart and asked, "What?"
The young man said: "Happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color."
As he spoke, the unique stroking sound of clothing material came from behind the screen. As the footsteps approached, the figures on the screen became clearer and clearer.
Shen Tang happened to raise his head and faced the strange young man walking out from behind the screen. He vaguely felt that this person's figure was somewhat familiar.
The young man has a tall and straight figure, but his complexion does not look very good and he looks sickly. Although his facial features were handsome, there was not much flesh on his cheeks, his eyes were slightly green and black, and his lips were white and slightly blue. It's like suffering from tuberculosis, the sign of premature death!
When Shen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used his cold eyes to examine and evaluate Shen Tang.
Different from his morbid condition that can be seen at a glance, the young man in front of him has a good appearance that looks like a boy or a girl, with smooth eyebrows and facial features that are deeper than ordinary people. At first glance, he looks a bit exotic.
If we were to describe young people in one word, there would probably be no more appropriate words than "youthful and vigorous".
In the true sense of "young and vigorous", the young man was still three to five steps away from the young man, and he could feel the fiery literary energy emanating from "him" like a dazzling fireball.
He was stunned for a moment and then said with a smile: "The fortune teller said that I can survive for another twenty or thirty years."
