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 into two parts for now.
Shen Tang was invited by the young man to visit his camp. The camp was very large, and the floor was covered with thick layers of felt animal skins, which were soft to the touch under his feet. This also shows his status among the rebels. It was different from what he gave others. The impression is crisp and clean, but this nest is quite messy.
One word seems to explain it perfectly.
Doghouse(??ω??)?
A literal doghouse.
All kinds of 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 didn't even look at it, he just swept it away.
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 drawings. He raised his head and asked Shen Tang to sit down too. He was not used to sitting cross-legged, and besides, it was only him and Shen in private. Tang and Tang, do whatever makes you feel comfortable.
One leg rests comfortably, and the other leg is propped up as a support for the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity shifts to the side. It is comfortable, but some people find it unpleasant, such as - pray for good.
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.
Ask the young man: "No one will pack these things for you?"
You are really a wealthy person just throwing so much money on the ground!
"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man rummaged through his proud works 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?"
His eyes were piercing, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a beautiful arc, as if he was waiting for Shen Tang to be stunned.
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 say this in front of a poor man and you still say it didn’t hurt me?”
The young man was dumbfounded. 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... 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 out of curiosity, why would the adoptive father condone his adopted son's prodigality?
"Father? He can't say anything." The young man's voice was much softer than before. Shen Tang thought that the young man was unhappy, so he stopped mentioning it and lowered his head to read the music score he gave.
Perhaps it was because Shen Tang was so good at writing. She felt no pressure when reading the score written by the young man. She hummed softly, and from time to time she tapped the table with her fingers to find the time.
Qishan: "..."
He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!
But he was worried that Shen Xiaolangjun was alone with a young man who didn't know the details, so he had to endure the pain of his ears being 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.
"My adopted brother was rude and offended Mama. I apologize to you on his behalf." Sooner or later, his adopted brother will suffer a big loss from this.
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 Huaihuai".
No, it's not "pointing at mulberry trees and criticizing 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 daughter's family in the Central Plains is different from the ordinary barbarian women." Next work.
He mentioned Fireworks Willow Alley for no reason, mocked Shen Tang, and compared her to a promiscuous woman. So what is the identity of the young man who brought her back?
When she heard those words, she rolled her eyes inwardly. Such a small belly made her body at high altitude blind.
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 been learning Yayan since I was a child and have worked hard. 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 about homesickness, and the second half is about remembering people. At first I thought it was missing my sweetheart, but when I savored the emotion in the song, I felt moved to tears. It should be that the prodigal son is homesick, A wanderer remembers his mother..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly and moved his lips.
Gradually, redness 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 piece of music, he accidentally ate a stack of hometown-style dishes, which was also the dish his grandma was best at and the only dish she knew. As he ate, he thought of his grandma.
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 the east kitchen.
Inspired and inspired, I composed this piece of music.
He didn't expect that Mama actually understood him.
Qi Shan 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 figure out how on earth Mr. Shen Xiaolangjun could taste the core emotion of "a prodigal is homesick for his hometown, a wanderer remembers his mother" from phrases such as "staying awake 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.
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 people played the drums and Shen Tang played the pipa.
Qishan: "..."
Is this torture???
This chapter has been completed!