Shen Tang thought that this time it would be the same as yesterday, so he waited obediently outside Yuehua Building, feeding Momo two caramels from time to time.
anyway--
Why can motorcycles eat candy?
Confused, Shen Tang stroked the smooth fur of the motorcycle. The more she looked at the mule, the more she liked it. The latter licked the candy in her palm clean, still not satisfied, nudged her belly with his head, staring longingly.
The pouch on Shen Tang's waist.
Motorcycle is very smart and knows where the candy is hidden.
Shen Tang held up the motorcycle's big face with both hands and said seriously: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's not normal for a mule like you to have such a sweet taste... It's not okay, it's not okay, it's not okay to act like a baby, it's not okay to lick my face... Fuck, you
Take it easy and don't stick out your tongue. I don't want to wash my face with your saliva. If you lick it again, you might be burned like a mule!"
She dodges several times, and the motorcycle pursues her.
Trying to use that flexible tongue to flick Shen Tang's face wildly.
When the shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building, he happened to see a man and a mule having fun. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Shen Tang that there was still business.
He said: "Little lady, please go upstairs."
Shen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.
She patted the motorcycle and told it to go and play by itself. She still had business to do and would play again later. The motorcycle understood and obediently held the reins and went to the wooden pile nearby. Shen Tang said: "Should I go in? There is no need to go to tea today.
Are you waiting for someone in Si Yajian?"
The shopkeeper said: "No need for today."
Shen Tang didn't ask any more questions and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.
If one ignores the lightly fluttering tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved through the leaky windows, the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls... and the ambiguous powder spreading in the air, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary restaurant.
The Yuehua Building is very quiet during the day. There are no imaginary warblers or joking. Occasionally, maids will come in and out carrying hot water, and the handyman is sweeping the tables and chairs with a cloth holder. Everything is in order, but there are a few
It was extremely depressing, and only the smell of powder filling the air silently told of the hustle and bustle here last night.
Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.
After looking at it twice, he looked away without interest.
In the main hall of Yuehua Building, a handsome young man waited for a long time. He led the two of them to the innermost wing of the second floor, and then carefully opened the withered wooden door, fearing that the loud noise would disturb the people in the room. He whispered:
"My husband is in the house, please come in."
Shen Tang regained his wandering mind.
Stepping into the room, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge circular screen, which depicts a vast desert sunset. Shen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Building, even a screen should be placed.
Display pictures of beauties or something like that?
Desert sunset picture?
It doesn't fit in with the atmosphere here.
What surprised her even more was that the room was filled with a quiet fragrance, which was completely different from the overwhelming fragrance in the main hall. The latter was fragrant, but after smelling it for a long time, it would just make her feel vulgar. The former was like an orchid in an empty valley, even if the smell was not strong.
It's so fierce that outsiders can't ignore it.
Beyond the screen is the hustle's "boudoir."
The two of them could only sit on the mats in front of the screen.
"Did you paint this painting?"
As soon as Shen Tang sat down, a strange young man's voice came to her ears through the screen - Hey, isn't that the young brat from yesterday?
She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.
The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he winked at her and answered truthfully.
Shen Tang hesitated and said: "I didn't paint it, it was my brother. Yesterday I went back to paint and he caught me. He scolded me for not being exposed to this at such a young age. I didn't even have time to inform the shopkeeper and employer about this."
, so he hired a ghostwriter to draw for me..."
It was quiet for a while on the other side of the screen, and soon I heard the crisp "pop" sound of a chess piece falling.
The young man said: "Well, the painting is good."
Shen Tang cursed in his stomach.
Those paintings by Qishan are actually "pretty good"?
Sure enough, there was no one in the world who had the same aesthetics as her, and for a moment she felt a bit lonely and melancholy, feeling like she had no close friends.
Shen Tang asked: "Is the employer satisfied?"
The young man said: "Man..."
Before the rest of the "meaning" was uttered, the young man began to cough violently, each sound shorter than the last. The sound was so loud that people worried whether he would cough up his lungs. In such a physical condition, this man still stuck to his post...
Really dedicated and diligent.
Shen Tang accidentally started to lose focus again.
After a while, Shen Tang heard the boy's voice he heard yesterday from behind the screen. He said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"
The young man replied in a weak voice: "Nothing."
Shen Tang's mind that had just regained his composure began to wander again.
The young man who co-authored this is not a hustler at Yuehua Tower, he is a client who is here to have fun... Tsk, tsk, is it possible to be a ghost under the peonies? He is coughing like this, as if he is half ready to step into the coffin, but he is still there
Come to Xianggu Pavilion if you have some leisure time?
The room was really quiet for a while.
After a while, the young man said: "Young Master misunderstood."
Shen Tang was confused: "..."
Did someone just speak?
The shopkeeper also showed the same expression.
The young man took a breath and said with a half-smile: "Some words don't have to come out of your mouth to be heard..."
Shen Tang: "..."
The shopkeeper continued to be confused.
Shen Tang felt like a ray of light on her back, and the hairs on her hair stood up. She was very sure that what the young man just said was meant for her. But the problem was that she didn't have the problem of saying what was in her heart. She kept her mouth shut just now and kept it in her heart.
Just a few words...
【Gan, can you hear what I'm saying?】
The young man behind the screen was silent for three breaths.
He asked in a strange tone: "Didn't the gentleman who taught you tell you what the conspirator must learn?"
Shen Tang was convinced that the young man could pry into her inner thoughts, so she stopped nagging in her heart and asked, "What?"
The young man said: "Happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color."
As he spoke, the unique slapping sound of clothing material came from behind the screen. As the footsteps approached, the figures on the screen became clearer and clearer.
Shen Tang happened to raise his head and faced the strange young man walking out from behind the screen. He vaguely felt that this person's figure was somewhat familiar.
The young man has a tall and straight body, but his complexion is not very good, and he has a sickly appearance. Although his facial features are handsome, there is not much flesh on his cheeks, his eyes are slightly black, and his lips are white and slightly blue. He looks like he has tuberculosis.
, the premature death of a sick man!
When Shen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used those thin and cool eyes to examine and evaluate Shen Tang.
Different from his morbid condition that can be seen at a glance, the young man in front of him has a good appearance that looks like a boy or a girl, with smooth eyebrows and facial features that are deeper than ordinary people. At first glance, he looks a bit exotic.
If you were to use one word to describe young people, there would probably be no more appropriate words than "youthful and vigorous".
"Young and vigorous" in the truest sense of the word.
The young man was still three to five steps away from the young gentleman, and he could feel the fiery literary energy emanating from "his" body, like a dazzling fireball that could not be ignored.
He replied teasingly: "I am indeed suffering from a long-term illness, but the fortune teller said that I can still survive for another twenty or thirty years."
