Zhai Huan made up his mind to get a big one.
But he never expected that the vote would be so big.
Let’s break it down into two parts.
Shen Tang was invited by the young man to visit his camp. The tent was very large, and the floor was covered with thick layers of felt and animal skins, which were soft to the touch underfoot. This also showed his status among the rebels. Unlike the crisp and clean impression he gave people, this nest was quite messy.
One word seems to explain it perfectly.
Doghouse(??w??)?
A literal doghouse.
Various little bits and pieces were thrown haphazardly on the ground.
Shen Tang casually scanned and found many rare things. Exquisite gold, silver, jade, treasures and antiques could be seen everywhere in the corner. There was a plate of longan-sized shiny pearls on the table.
The young man glanced at it without even looking at it.
The pearls crackled and rolled to the ground.
He reached under the low table and carefully took out a neatly organized thick pile of paper filled with ghost symbols. He raised his head and called for Shen Tang to sit down as well. He was not used to sitting in a cross-legged posture, and besides, there were only him and Shen Tang in private, so he could do whatever he felt comfortable with.
One leg rests comfortably, and the other leg is raised as a support for the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity shifts to the side. Comfort is comfortable, but it may not please others no matter how they look at it. For example - Qi Shan, he sat upright, looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.
Shen Tang never knew how to write the word polite.
She also sat down, more casually than the young man.
Asked the young man: "No one will pack these things for you?"
He is really a wealthy person who throws so much money on the ground casually!
"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man rummaged through his proud work of the past few days without raising his head. "As for these worthless junks, there are as many as you want... Well, I found them. Mama, what do you think I did?"
He looked at Shen Tang with bright eyes and raised the corners of his mouth in a beautiful arc, as if he was waiting for Shen Tang to be amazed by him.
Shen Tang: "...???"
Worthless……
Broken thing?
She said: "Your words hurt me."
The young man was startled, terrified and aggrieved.
"Hurt you? When did it happen? I didn't."
"You have!" Shen Tang sighed, drooped his brows, and teased with a half-smile: "I am a poor person, penniless kind of poor, so poor that I have to study how to drink the northwest wind without starving to death. How are you so poor? You said this in front of a poor man and you said it didn’t hurt me?”
The young man was speechless. It took him a long time to understand what he meant, and then he said: "If you like, I can give you these, so you won't be poor? No, no, no - these on the ground won't work. I'll go back and ask someone to bring some more... You can have as many as you want.”
"As much as you want...will your adoptive father have any objections?" Shen Tang didn't mean to sow discord. She was just curious. Why would the adoptive father condone his adopted son to be so prodigal?
"Father? He won't say anything." The young man's voice was much softer than before. Shen Tang thought the young man was unhappy, so he stopped mentioning it and looked down at the music score he gave him.
Perhaps it has something to do with Shen Tang's writing prowess. She felt no pressure when reading the score written by the young man, humming softly in her mouth, and tapping her fingers on the table to find the time from time to time.
Qishan: "..."
He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!
But he was worried that Shen Xiaolangjun would be alone with a young man who didn't know the details, so he had to endure the pain of having his ears poisoned and try his best not to think about that bad tune. At this time, the young man supported his chin with one hand and looked at Shen Tang: "Mama, what happened just now..."
Shen Tang looked up at him: "What's the matter?"
Half of what he said was unkind.
The young man said sternly: "It is my sworn brother's weakness. I apologize to you on his behalf. He is indeed too barbaric and rude."
Shen Tang was stunned for a moment before she remembered what the young man was referring to.
That bearded man's "pointing fingers and cursing Huai".
No, it's not "pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huai trees".
After all, there is a fig leaf for the real "pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huaihuai". The bearded man is an obvious humiliation. First of all, "the daughters of the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarian girls." Isn't this just a disguised way of calling young people "barbarians"? The next section becomes even more despicable.
He mentioned Fireworks Willow Lane for no reason, mocked Shen Tang secretly, and compared her to a promiscuous woman. So what was the identity of the young man who brought her back?
When she heard those words, she rolled her eyes inwardly. Such a small belly and chicken intestines blinded his high-altitude body.
But, that's not the point.
Shen Tang groaned.
"You understand he is..."
If you don't understand, you won't apologize privately.
"Of course I can understand it. I have learned Yayan since I was a child, and I have worked hard on it. But in the past, my family members mostly spoke the dialect of my hometown, so Yayan is rarely used and the accent is thick, so it sounds very lame." Although he said the words with a smile, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. If Qi Shan and Shen Tang hadn't been paying attention, they would have ignored it.
Shen Tang raised his eyebrows inwardly.
It seems that this young man is not as innocent and straightforward as he appears - in comparison, Xiaofang is indeed easier to deceive.
The young man came closer and asked, "Mama, what do you think of the music score?"
Qi Shan rolled his eyes inwardly and was always ready to come to the rescue - hmph, he wanted to hear what comments Shen Xiaolangjun had to say.
Unexpectedly, Shen Tang started to comment and appreciate it like this: "The first half is homesick, and the second half is remembering people. At first, I thought it was missing my sweetheart, but when I carefully tasted the emotions in the song, I felt moved to tears. It should be the prodigal son's homesickness, A wanderer remembers his mother..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly and moved his lips.
Gradually, red spread around the eyes.
Tears were on the verge of falling.
Qishan: "..."
For a moment, I had the illusion of doubting my life.
Shen Xiaolangjun actually got it right?
Hey, it's true.
When he first created this score, he accidentally ate a stack of hometown-style dishes, which was also the dish his mother was best at and the only dish she knew. As he ate, he thought of his grandma. That night he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He got up in the middle of the night and went to Dongchu, where he was inspired to compose this piece of music.
He didn't expect that Mama actually understood him.
Qishan looked at the young man with red eyes, and then looked at the ghostly symbols on the music score, falling into a long period of self-doubt.
He really couldn't understand how on earth Mr. Shen Xiaolang could taste the core emotion of "a prodigal son misses his hometown, a wanderer remembers his mother" from phrases such as "staying up at night to eat vegetables" and "being caught stealing vegetables in the middle of the night"? Is it his fault or someone else's fault?
Just when he was doubting his life, Shen Tang's operation exceeded his lower limit. Shen Xiaolangjun actually asked him to accompany him, and the three of them wanted to "make friends through fun"! Qishan's expression instantly distorted, and it took a lot of rationality to suppress the urge to lift the table and leave.
You two, please stop insulting the four words "to make friends with pleasure"!
only--
When the young man turned over and found a jade flute, he looked at him expectantly. He endured it again and again, constantly telling himself that this was the enemy's base camp, this was the enemy's base camp, this was the enemy's base camp... and he took the jade flute with a smile. Expensive jade flute.
The young man played the drum and Shen Tang played the pipa.
Qishan: "..."
Is this torture? ? ?
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