Chapter 183 183: Chaos in Xiaocheng (23) [Seeking a monthly ticket]
Zhai Huan made up his mind to make a big one.
But he never thought that the vote would be so big.
For the time being, the words are divided into two ends.
Shen Tang was invited by the young man to visit his camp. The tent area was huge, and the ground was covered with thick layers of felt animal skins, and the feet were soft to the touch, which also showed his position in the rebel army. Unlike his crisp and clean impression, this litter is quite messy.
It seems that one word can perfectly explain it.
Kennel (ω)
Literally a doghouse.
All kinds of small and small things were thrown on the ground randomly.
Shen Tang scanned casually, and found a lot of rare gadgets. Exquisitely shaped gold, silver, jade, treasures and antiques can be seen everywhere in the corners, and a plate of shiny pearls the size of longan is placed on the table.
Young people don't even look at it, just sweep it away.
Pearls crackled and rolled to the ground.
Reached out to the bottom of the low table, took out the neatly arranged thick paper full of ghost symbols, raised his head and beckoned Shen Tang to sit down too. He is not used to sitting with tired legs, and it is only him and Shen Tang in private, so how comfortable it is.
One leg is placed comfortably and comfortably, and the other leg is propped up as a support for the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity shifts sideways. Comfortable is comfortable, but it is not pleasing to some people, for example—praying for goodness.
He sat upright, looking at his nose and heart with his eyes.
Shen Tang never knew how to write the word polite.
She also sat down, more casual than a young man.
Ask the youth: "No one packs these things for you?"
Throwing so much money on the ground at will, what a local tyrant!
"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man searched for his proud work of the past few days without looking up, "As for these worthless bastards, as many as you want... Well, I found it, Mama , do you see how I did?"
His eyes were piercing, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a beautiful arc, as if waiting for Shen Tang to be amazed.
Shen Tang: "...???"
Worthless…
Broken stuff?
She said: "You hurt me by what you said."
The young man was startled, terrified and wronged.
"Hurt you? When did it happen? I didn't."
"You have!" Shen Tang sighed and drooped his brows, and teased with a half-smile: "I am a poor man, penniless and poor, so poor that I have to study how to drink northwest wind so that I won't starve to death. You are so poor Said this in front of the poor, and said that it didn't hurt me?"
The young man was dumb, and it took a long time to understand what he meant, and said: "If you like, I can give you all these, so that you will not be poor? No, no, no, the ground ones are not good, I will ask someone to bring some back... how much does it cost?" how many."
"As much as you want... Your adoptive father won't have any objections?" Shen Tang didn't mean to provoke dissension, she was just curious, why would a adoptive father condone such a prodigal son?
"Father? He won't say anything." The young man's voice was much weaker than before. Shen Tang thought that the young man was displeased, so he wisely stopped mentioning it, and looked down at the music score he gave him.
Maybe it has something to do with Shen Tang's proficient handwriting. She looked at the young man's handwritten score without any pressure, and hummed softly in her mouth. From time to time, she tapped her fingers on the table to find the time.
Pray for goodness: "..."
He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!
But why don't you worry that Mr. Shen Xiaolang will be alone with a young man who doesn't know the details, so he can only endure the pain of being poisoned in his ears, and try to let go of his mind and not think about that bad tune. At this moment, the young man looked at Shen Tang with his chin in one hand: "Mama, what happened just now..."
Shen Tang looked up at him: "What's the matter?"
Half of the words are not kind.
Shen Tang was startled for a moment before he remembered what the young man was referring to.
That bearded man's "pointing and scolding".
No, it's not "pointing at mulberry and scolding mulberry".
The real "pointing and cursing" has a fig leaf at least, and that bearded man is a blatant humiliation. Let me first say that "the daughters of the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarians", isn't it just a trick to call young people "barbarians"? The next paragraph is even more obscene.
He mentioned Fireworks and Willow Alley for no reason, mocked Shen Tang secretly, and compared her to a prostitute, so what was the identity of the young man who brought her back?
When she listened to that passage, she rolled her eyes to the sky. Such a small belly, blinding that high-altitude body in vain.
It's just, that's not the point.
Shen Tang gasped.
"You can understand that he is..."
If I don’t understand, I won’t apologize in private.
"Of course I can understand it. I have been learning Yayan since I was a child, and I have worked hard. It's just that the family members around me used to speak the dialect of my hometown, so I used less Yayan and the accent was heavy. It sounds very lame." This sentence Although the words were said with a smile, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. If Qi Shan and Shen Tang hadn't been paying attention, they might have overlooked it.
Shen Tang raised his eyebrows inwardly.
From the looks of it, this young man doesn't seem to be so simple and straightforward—compared to him, Xiaofang is really easy to deceive.
The young man approached and asked, "Mama, what do you think of the music score?"
Qi Shan rolled his eyes inwardly, and was always ready to save the situation—hmph, he really wanted to hear what comment Mr. Shen Xiaolang had to say.
Unexpectedly, Shen Tang commented and appreciated in a similar manner: "The first half of Que homesickness, the second half Que memory of people. At first I thought it was missing my sweetheart, but when I tasted the feelings in the song carefully, I was moved to tears. It should be the prodigal son homesick, Wandering son recalls mother..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and his lips fluttered.
Gradually, the red around the eye sockets.
Tears are about to fall.
Pray for goodness: "..."
For a while, there was an illusion of doubting life.
Did Mr. Shen really hit the mark?
Hey, it really is.
At the beginning of writing this score, he accidentally ate a stack of hometown-style dishes, which was also the only dish his mother was good at and the only dish he knew. As he ate, he thought of A Niang.
That night I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and got up in the middle of the night to go to Dongchu.
Inspired by a burst of inspiration, Evans springs up, compose this score.
He didn't expect Mama to really understand him.
Qishan looked at the young man with red eyes, and then he looked at the ghostly symbols on the music score, falling into a long period of self-doubt.
He really couldn't figure out how Mr. Shen could taste the core feelings of "the prodigal son homesick for his hometown, and the wandering son remembers his mother" from words such as "I don't sleep at night to eat vegetables" and "I was caught stealing vegetables in the middle of the night"? Is he wrong or someone else is wrong?
Just when he was doubting his life, Shen Tang's operation broke through his lower limit, and Mr. Shen Xiaolang actually asked him to accompany him, and the three of them wanted to "make friends through music"! Qi Shan's expression twisted instantly.
It took a lot of reason to suppress the urge to lift the table and leave.
You two, stop insulting the word "meeting friends with music"!
only-
When the young man turned over to find a jade flute and looked at him expectantly, he endured and endured, telling himself that this is the enemy's base camp, this is the enemy's base camp, this is the enemy's base camp... Smiling, he took the expensive flute Fei's jade flute.
The youth beat the drum, and Shen Tang plucked the pipa.
Pray for goodness: "..."
This is torture, right? ? ?
(end of this chapter)