When she gets interested, she will hum a few tunes that are unfamiliar to her. The tune doesn't work, and the tune doesn't work. She also has a bad habit of blindly changing the lyrics, and hums vaguely when she can't sing.
The tone is rude and unpleasant to listen to.
But she sang happily.
The only thing I'm not happy about is probably praying for kindness.
"...Hey, you are like spring rain, summer wind, autumn apples, winter fire, burning my heart, hey - baby, burning my heart!" The eleven-twelve-year-old boy's voice is clearer and clearer, Much sharper than boys of the same age.
The sound volume is not loud, but it is very penetrating.
Qishan: "..."
Whenever Shen Xiaolangjun sings, he complains that his ears are too good. Wen Xin has a bonus to the five senses, which means that he and Shen Tang can clearly hear what she sings even though they are six or seven feet apart. It's impossible for him He ran away completely and could only grit his teeth and endure the torment.
It's not like he didn't try to silence Shen Tang.
However, Shen Tang came back with a vengeance, doubling the silence and taking away the voice, doubling the singing and running away. The lyrics became more vulgar, straightforward, and passionate.
Naked people hurt each other.
Pray for good deeds by killing a thousand enemies and losing two thousand: "..."
Come on, he admits defeat, he can't be more coquettish.
Shen Tang sang more and more enthusiastically.
Does it matter whether Qishan is happy or not?
It doesn't matter, what matters is that she is happy.
As a result, she was extremely happy and sad...
Not long after I came down from the mountain, I met a group of about a thousand people escorting food and supplies. Although it was not large, it was obviously an elite group. The soldiers were full of blood. The soldiers on both sides were always alert to the surrounding situation, and their eyes were sometimes glistening. Pass.
Every one of the baggage trucks is fully loaded.
Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyelids, preparing to step to the side of the road with Qi Shan and make way for him.
He had just taken two steps when someone came running over on horseback. Judging by the way he was dressed, he probably held a moderate position in the army. It might not be enough to look at in a military camp, but he punched and commanded ordinary people. But the style of the soldier is enough.
Shen Tang had no choice but to stop.
She has removed the disguise of a strong man with scarred face and returned to her original appearance. Although the young girl has tender cheeks, her facial features are very good.
The sky was dark, and her monogram was transparent, making it easy to miss. The man only looked at Shen Tang's face. He was riding on a horse, curling up his riding whip, raising his eyebrows sideways, and asked Shen Tang sideways: "Little lady, , were you the one who sang loudly just now?"
Shen Tang was silent and replied: "It's me."
Seeing this, Qishan took a step forward to block Shen Tang.
Unexpectedly, the soldier pointed the whip at Qishan's nose, and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Get out of the way! What does it have to do with you, a shabby and poor scribe, when I talk to this little lady?"
Prayer for poor scribes who are poor and kind: "..."
Shen Tang burst out laughing.
The soldier said: "Please, little lady, please come with me for a while."
Shen Tang thought for a while and nodded in agreement.
It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree.
Xiaocheng was surrounded by rebels, and it was obviously impossible for them to come out to escort any food and baggage. The soldier in front of him was dressed in the same style as the rebels who went up the mountain to search for the governor of Yancheng, and his identity and position were clearly revealed. If he refused rashly, it might not end well.
However, she has a condition.
Shen Tang timidly grabbed Qi Shan's sleeve, shrank his shoulders, and said softly: "Master Bing, can my brother from the slave family come over too?"
Praying for good is like being struck by lightning, leaving you in a trance.
Shen Tang deliberately spoke with a pinched throat, a little less clear and hearty, and a little more like Wu Nong's soft words. If you closed your eyes and didn't look at the person, you would really think that the person speaking was a sign of a girl. But it was exactly that. This thought shocked him greatly.
The soldier glanced at him and prayed for mercy.
He waved his hand: "Okay, let's go."
To be cautious, both of them secretly put away their literary monograms. As long as they restrained their literary aura, they would look like ordinary people.
They were brought by the soldiers to their immediate superiors who were responsible for escorting grain and fodder. At first, Shen Tang thought he would see a greasy middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears or a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Only when he saw the young man sitting on the baggage cart did he know what he wanted. Much more.
Although this world is very chaotic, it is really a paradise for Yan Gou, especially literary scholars and courageous warriors. The people Shen Tang has seen so far have good facial features and a temperament - even if they look... Ordinary, but definitely not ugly.
The young man in front of me has nothing to do with this word.
The young man was dressed in dark clothes, and his long hair was tied into many small braids, which were gathered together and tied up with a hair crown. Shen Tang's eyes moved upward - probably the young man rarely stayed up late, and his hair was not tied tightly. My hair is long and black, and my hairline doesn't look dangerous.
The style of dressing is not like that of the survivors of the Xin Kingdom, but rather the style of a foreign nation. The sleeves are very narrow, and he wears a pair of iron armor wristbands with a ferocious snake pattern. He wears a shoulder pad on one shoulder and a skirt armor hanging on his waist. The other armor parts are unknown where they went.
At this time, he was sitting lazily on the piles of baggage and grain, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck and looking in the direction where Shen Tang came. He was tall, so he sat high. On top of the soldier's head Previous reply: "Boss, we brought them here, what do you think we should do with them?"
Shen Tang: "..."
Isn’t it right? Singing is also illegal?
Qishan secretly rolled his eyes - look, the rebels couldn't stand the poison of Shen Xiaolangjun's demonic voice and were ready to "justice".
The young man spoke elegantly with a strong accent and was not very proficient in speaking. He asked Shen Tang: "Did you sing the song just now?"
Shen Tang said: "Yes."
Qishan was ready to hear the young man get angry, but unexpectedly, the young man acted unreasonably, and his dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he sincerely praised: "It's so beautiful! Mama, you sing so beautifully!"
Qishan: "..."
Shen Mama Xidang Mama Tang: "..."
Is she a big son falling from the sky?
She was called mom as soon as we met. Even though Shen Tang was used to being a father, she was a little embarrassed at this time. She laughed awkwardly: "What the hell... I sing so-so, so-so. Just praise me, no need to shout." Mom's so enthusiastic..."
Qishan's mouth twitched: "...people call you little lady."
It’s not like you recognize your mother when you first meet her.
When he was young, he traveled extensively with his friends.
The two of them traveled together, climbing mountains and wading everywhere.
If the recognition is correct, the youth should be a special group near the border of Geng Kingdom. It is said that hundreds of years ago, the ancestors were tired of the war and led their people to live in seclusion in the mountains. After hundreds of years of secluded life, their living customs are very different from the development of the outside world.
"Mama" is equivalent to "little lady", which is used to address little girls.
As for singing aesthetics——
emmm…
It's not surprising that this whole family has problems.
Shen Tang: "...Oh."
The young man warmly invited Shen Tang to accompany him so that he could communicate and compete in singing skills. An official beside him hesitated and seemed to step forward to persuade the young man not to let strangers approach the food team, but he did not know what he was afraid of and took back the steps he took. .
The young man pointed enthusiastically at the baggage truck next door.
