Zhang Yunqing's scream sounded immediately afterwards, and when mixed with the ghost-like male voice, its power doubled, almost piercing Xie Jingsong's eardrum, and picking out her soul by the way.
She blocked her ears desperately and waited for the two ancestors to calm down.
A quarter of an hour later.
Holding Xie Jingsong's future collection and eating happily, the two lumps of noodles and tears washed out a clean area on the man's gray face, which turned out to be unexpectedly white.
Zhang Yunqing, who was squatting next to him and expressing his kindness, sighed with emotion: "Don't be moved... Sigh, it's been a long time since I've eaten. I look very pitiful."
Xie Jingsong, who felt that squatting at the door of the inn with the two of them was blocking the way, could only regretfully lean against the wall and couldn't help laughing when she heard this.
"No, it's not that I was moved," the young man covering his face gasped in pain, "It's because there was a stone inside that hit my teeth!"
Zhang Yunqing gasped: What kind of emotional intelligence is this!
Can he really get food with this thing? No wonder living like this beggars says it affects the reputation of their group!
After all, he was still very hungry. He ignored the teeth-grinding pebbles and ate the cake in two or three mouthfuls. Of course, he didn't even notice some of the stall owner's informal products. .
"Thank you. I really don't know how to thank you. You are such good people." While thanking you, he made a gluttonous sound: "I'm still very hungry and want to eat."
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Shocked by his seemingly absent emotional intelligence, Zhang Yunqing had nothing to say.
If Xie Jingsong knew what she was thinking, he would definitely say something weird, like having Schrödinger's emotional intelligence.
But now she just cast her eyes on the guqin behind him with interest, raised her eyebrows and said: "You are also a monk, how can you behave like this?"
Without the embarrassment of having his identity revealed, the young man sighed, stood up and turned around, showing them the guqin he was carrying behind him, with a somewhat sad and angry voice: "Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Yang Wangqing. I was named by my father and mother. They wanted me to I can become Qing who is better than Lan... I'm going too far, I'm actually a Lexiu who is not understood by my parents!"
"But it's a long story. How about you treat me to a meal and I'll talk to you while eating. In return, I'll play you a soothing song. Don't worry! I'm proficient in music theory!"
Xie Jingsong frowned slightly and looked carefully.
The guqin behind Yang Wangqing has a smooth shape, and the silver wire inlaid with it has a faint bright color like the dawn of dawn. Overall, it looked dark and shiny, shining with a moist light under the oil lamp left for guests at the entrance of the inn.
It obviously looks like the whole person was kicked into the mire and beaten violently, but the guqin is so carefully cared for. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be such an extreme opposite...
Thinking that this was a pit that would lead to eternal death, Xie Jingsong was about to refuse, but Zhang Yunqing, who was obviously sympathetic, her innocent eyes lit up at an inappropriate time: "Really, let's go!"
Just... I have something I particularly want to say to a young lady who is not familiar with the world.
Xie Jingsong was silent for a moment, then followed him with his hands behind his back. Firstly, she wanted to have a meal and let normal food comfort her mouth and stomach, which were particularly aggrieved today. Secondly, she wanted to come over and listen to the fun.
It's a pity that the inn where they stayed didn't have a chef who was responsible for cooking for the diners. The innkeeper only cooked a large pot of rice a day, and just simmered it on the stove. If anyone wanted to buy rice, he would scoop out a few spoons of it. An ancient version of Big Pot Rice.
By evening, apparently all that was left was an empty pot.
But Xie Jingsong's wish to eat some normal food was not in vain - the ingenious landlady took out a few pieces of smoked bacon and homemade sausages and cut them into slices, fried them in oil to bring out the fragrance, and then picked up the white-faced steamed buns heated in a small stove to cut them into pieces. They clamped them together, locking in the aroma, and then delivered them warmly into the hands of the three of them.
Xie Jingsong gave a thumbs up to the clean-minded proprietress, picked one up and chewed it.
Zhang Yunqing didn't eat, but Yang Wangqing ate two.
After he drank some water and revived himself from almost choking to death, he began to talk about his life experience.
Xie Jingsong summed it up, these are the two or three reasons why I, a rebellious adolescent, could only inherit the family business.
As the only son of the head of a small sect, Yang Wangqing has been interested in the path of music cultivation since he was a child, but with high hopes placed on him, he can only learn the swordsmanship passed down from his ancestors. The resistance day after day made his father very angry. On a cloudy day, he raised his hand and attacked his eldest son.
The rebellious child in adolescence took out the piano and had a fight with his father on the spot... As expected, he was pushed to the ground and rubbed.
Otherwise, there would be no such trouble as running away from home.
The pampered young master had been wandering for a whole year because of his persistence that his parents could not understand, until he was picked up by the two of them.
After eating the steamed buns, Yang Wangqing burped comfortably, pulled the piano out from behind his back with one hand and put it on his lap. He laughed happily and said proudly: "Wait, I will play a song for you two!"
Before he could stop it, he gently plucked the string.
Thump thump thump! Landslides and landslides!
Xie Jingsong's pupils shrank suddenly!
With an intoxicated face, Yang Wangqing raised his fingertips and swept several strings around and around, forcing the guqin to scream for help like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.
Zhang Yunqing closed his eyes in pain.
Xie Jingsong felt like she had been thrown into a terrible place.
On the left, someone was holding a blackboard and scratching with fingernails next to her. On the right, someone was honking the horn frantically. The front seemed to be being renovated. The sound of an electric drill was drilling into her brain crazily. Behind her, there was a sharp cry that penetrated her brain.
This turned out to be the legendary... noise from all directions!
She swore that she had never worked so hard to get close to someone!
After rushing to Yang Wangqing and holding down his hand, Xie Jingsong choked out: "Don't play anymore."
Yang Wangqing, who was very self-aware, wondered: "Huh? What's wrong?"
She patiently began to lie: "I think your parents are right, you should go back and inherit the family business! The world of cultivation cannot be without a genius swordsman like you!"
Yang Wangqing frowned and said, "But..."
While still saying "but" here, there was a knock on the door over there. Xie Jingsong still pressed on the source of the noise, but Zhang Yunqing ran over and opened the door with a rare look.
Standing outside the door turned out to be the landlady with a troubled look on her face.
She hesitated, smiled at them, and tried to be moved: "I'm really sorry, can you, just stop making that terrible sound? I'm really sorry, but many guests have been I woke up with a fright, look at this in the middle of the night, we are also a small business, you guys..."
Zhang Yunqing, who had never been so embarrassed in his life, blushed on the spot, lowered his head in embarrassment, and dug his feet into the ground.
After all the hard talking, Xie Jingsong was finally sent away, and Xie Jingsong was extremely tired.
But what made her even more tired was Schrödinger's proud attitude of "an insect in summer cannot speak of ice" in his emotional intelligence.
Yang Wangqing, who had seen Bing, said confidently: "Mortals can't understand the music of our monks at all, are you right?"
