Tang Zhao glanced at the rows of strange gangsters, and when he heard Teng Liang's words, he turned around and said, "What are you doing? One after another tonight? In such a narrow place, you still need to hire a string player?"
Teng Liang laughed and said: "Why are you nervous? Do you think I called you sister? I just asked the old blind man next door to come over to relieve my boredom."
Tang Zhao asked doubtfully: "Old blind man?"
Teng Liang laughed and said: "In those days, those who played harp music and lived in shacks at the end of the street were blind and hoarse in their seventies. They were childless and waiting to die. But they only had the gadgets in their hands.
He's not bad. He was a serious actor back then, so he's half a senior to me. Anyway, when I'm bored after drinking, I'll ask him to sing a few verses and give me some money. 豼, you."
He ordered the two gangsters, threw out a sling of money, and said, "Go and find the old blind man and tell me that Uncle Teng is here."
Teng Liang also knew that his status was not high enough for people to run errands, but if he went to find it himself and lost face in front of his friends, he would use money to do the errands. The two gangsters were the youngest, so why didn't they make money if they had money?
Received the money and ran out.
Tang Zhao was thoughtful - at least now, Teng Liang still has some affection for businessmen who run around in the world.
At this time, the limping old lame man came over and brought two coarse porcelain bowls. The bowls were full of meat soup, and the white steam rose up and melted into the cold night.
Tang Zhao was a little hungry, so he took a bowl and put a spoonful into his mouth.
Very fragrant, very soft and very rich.
It's the kind of taste that warms your mouth and your heart when you take a big spoonful of it in the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.
It is a taste that can bring happiness to people.
"tasty."
Tang Zhao praised it and took several bites.
At this time, freshly baked scallion pancakes were served at the back. They were golden in color and had a sizzling oily sheen on the surface. When they were opened, they made a crisp sound, revealing the aroma of noodles and scallions inside.
Although as a swordsman, Tang Zhao has gradually reduced his need for food, but he was still eager to eat such simple and warm food. He ate more than half of the bowl one spoonful after another, and also ate two sesame cakes in one go.
Teng Liang said with a proud smile: "How about this place? Isn't it better to eat in a big restaurant in the city than in a big restaurant in the city?"
In fact, he has never eaten in a big restaurant, and big restaurants in the inner city are not places he can go.
Tang Zhao nodded and said: "It is indeed comfortable to eat."
There are also delicious food in big restaurants, including delicacies from the mountains and seas, and very exquisite dishes, but in this weather, it is more comfortable to have a big bowl of hot meat soup like this. Especially since Tang Zhao has seldom eaten food cooked with care in these years.
Opportunity for home-cooked meals.
Seeing him immersed in eating and drinking, Teng Liang said with a smile: "Don't eat so hard, you'll be drinking soon. Save some more meat soup for hangover. Old cripple, boil a pound of shochu."
He yelled loudly, then winked and said, "You don't look like anything you've ever seen before. You're eating like a hungry wolf. How frightened were you when you heard someone playing the string string just now?"
You kid—haven’t you eaten meat yet?”
Although he didn't speak loudly or lower his volume, many gangsters nearby were very excited to hear such a topic and immediately started laughing. Some people laughed and said: "Brother Teng, you can't do it? You're not yet open to pornography at your age? You have to take your brother there.
It’s time to see something. It’s in the Widow’s Alley next door..."
At this time, Tang Zhao finished the beef soup at the bottom of the bowl and suddenly said: "Why isn't your old gentleman who plays the string instrument come here?"
His voice was incompatible with the roar of laughter, but all the sounds unconsciously became quieter.
Teng Liang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that time was running out, and said: "Yeah, what are you two doing so long? Aqiang, go and hurry up." He felt so painful that he took out another half-money from his waist and threw it away.
Go over. The boy named Aqiang agreed, took the money and flew out.
Tang Zhao glanced at the wallet on his waist, stuffed the last piece of cake into his mouth, suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go."
Teng Liang felt his eyes blurred. Tang Zhao was about to go out, and asked inexplicably: "Why are you going?"
Tang Zhao was a little surprised and asked: "It was late at night, there was no other sound outside, there was a straight alley, two people went out to look for someone, and they didn't come back - what do you think is going on?"
Teng Liang's heart skipped a beat and he said in a trembling voice: "You...what do you think is going on?"
Tang Zhao said in a deep voice: "I don't know either. So - prepare for the worst. Go out and have a look." He motioned with his eyes for Teng Liang to follow.
Teng Liang's heart tightened when he heard this, and he felt very conflicted and said, "Actually, I just sent Aqiang to see..."
Tang Zhaodao: "If two people don't come back, send another person to look at it? This is a good idea. If he doesn't come back, what else are you going to do? Calabash boy save grandpa? We are going to follow Aqiang to see him. Let's see what he leads us to.
What's coming?"
Teng Liang had stayed with Tang Zhao for a while, but had never heard of the term "Calabash Baby". However, Tang Zhao's words made his heart beat wildly and he felt bursts of sweat. At this time, he felt that the surroundings were suddenly quiet again.
The bustling little restaurant became eerie.
In fact, there was really no one around to talk to.
Tang Zhao didn't shout loudly, but his words were very clear and everyone heard them.
You can't think about this kind of thing in detail, the more you think about it, the more hairy you will get, especially on such a cold night.
Is there really something...out there?
Everyone was waiting for the next moment when those boys would come back with the old blind man to stage a false alarm.
But waiting, waiting, the curtain at the door never moved, like a weight falling on it.
The air was so solid it felt like it was going to explode.
Finally, Teng Liang couldn't bear it anymore, moved his lips, and said loudly: "What the hell? We have no taboos with our blood to protect ourselves! Brothers, follow me and copy this guy, let's go and see together."
…
He shouted, but the surroundings were still quiet.
Not a single one responded.
The others were huddled around the table, not looking at him. Only a gangster who was relatively close to him laughed dryly and said: "Brother Teng, let's have a drink? Why are you causing this trouble? It's windy outside and it's easy to get cold. It's very windy outside.
At night, just drink some wine here and fall asleep. When the sun rises in the morning, nothing will happen."
Teng Liang's heart moved, and Tang Zhao said: "Let's go. Originally, we were going, what does it have to do with others?" He stretched out his hand at the door to signal him to come over.
Teng Liang was torn in his heart, and finally gritted his teeth, pointed at the gangsters next to him and cursed: "You cowards are useless at the critical moment. Eat, eat, eat, why don't I kill you?" He finally chased after him.
When Tang Zhao passed by the kitchen, he sprinkled a handful of copper coins into the money jar, made a jingling sound, and said, "Boss, here's the money."
Teng Liang was furious in his heart and instinctively said angrily: "What are you doing? How can you treat me..." Tang Zhao had already pulled him out.
The old lame man waited for them to leave, stretched his head to take a look, and thanked them repeatedly. Suddenly his expression changed slightly, and he suppressed his excitement and dragged the jar back to the kitchen.
It turned out that among the copper coins in the jar, there was actually a piece of white silver.
This is a chance to meet a noble person!
The two of them went out, and Teng Liang forgot about his shrinking just now, and said to himself: "How can you pay for it? You treat me on my territory, what kind of person have I become?"
Tang Zhao hissed softly and said softly: "Don't make any noise, let's follow the person in front."
Only then did Teng Liang realize the situation. From a distance, he saw that Aqiang had reached the end of the alley. Only small black spots were left. He shuddered and became a little shorter. Then he whispered in a low voice: "You
How can you pay for it?”
Tang Zhao fixed his eyes on the target and said: "It doesn't matter, you actually pay for it."
Teng Liang said "Huh?", and Tang Zhao explained: "I didn't bring any money when I went out, so I took yours first."
Teng Liang hurriedly touched the money bag, and it was indeed lighter than before. It was just a handful of money missing. He couldn't help but pointed at Tang Zhao and said: "Ah, you...are such a grandson?"
Tang Zhao patted him and said: "Borrow it for me. You must be treating me anyway. Can I let you embarrass yourself in your own territory?"
In fact, it was not that he had no money, he just didn't have any change on hand. His luggage was piled in a jar. He usually didn't need to buy anything, but he only had some gold and silver at the bottom of the box. The pieces of silver were all broken off from the smallest silver ingot in his hand.
.
He was willing to pay more for this bowl of meat soup, but this kind of small shop was crowded with gangsters. Giving too much money would be a disaster. In order not to embarrass the boss, he took some copper coins from Teng Liang as a cover.
Put the money into the piggy bank.
Teng Liang hummed: "I think you should learn the hand-painting trick. Those hands are so fast! Back then, there was a thief king who said I had talent and wanted to accept me as his top disciple, but I didn't even go. I think you are even better.
self-taught……"
Tang Zhao hissed again, pointed in front, and said, "Is that where it is?"
Teng Liang took a look and saw that Aqiang had approached a shack and seemed to be patrolling outside. He said, "Yes, it's the old blind man's residence. Why didn't you see those two people? This kid didn't go in either. Could it be that he discovered something?"
Tang Zhao said: "Follow me and only step on the places I have stepped on." As he spoke, he walked slowly along the street.
It is strange to say that the street is full of debris. Even the residents who walk this street every day will inevitably step on things. However, Tang Zhao is like a fish in water. He shuttles among them without even touching his body. His voice is always light and airy.
Liang followed him step by step, but didn't encounter anything.
The two of them walked most of the way and were still a few feet away from the small shack. Tang Zhao suddenly pressed Teng Liang and said, "Wait here."
Teng Liang asked: "What's going on?"
Tang Zhao pointed to the room and said: "There is really a situation. You are outside, I will go in and take a look."
Although Teng Liang wanted to show off his strength, he only felt a gloomy wind and said, "I'm outside... What should I do if that ghost comes out?"
Tang Zhao said: "It's not a ghost - Twilight City's formation is very good. There will be no phantoms in the city. It's a disaster. It's just that there are things scarier than phantoms. Forget it, since you don't want to stay outside, just follow me.
, I should be able to protect you."
Teng Liang nodded stupidly and said: "What is scarier than a ghost..."
When he said this, he was suddenly startled, and saw a light shining in front of his eyes, like sunlight coming from the day.
The light flickered in front of Tang Zhao, turned into a thread and wrapped around Tang Zhao's collar. It gradually blended into the fabric and was no longer visible. Tang Zhao said seriously: "Of course..."