Chapter 42 042: This is a master (Part 2)
Shen Tang thought this time would be the same as yesterday, so he waited outside Yuehua Building and fed Moto two caramels from time to time.
Speaking of which-
Why can motorcycles eat caramel?
Shen Tang stroked the smooth fur of the motorcycle with doubts. The more he looked at the mule, the more he liked it. The latter licked the candy from her palm clean, but still not satisfied, he nudged her belly with his head and stared longingly at the pouch around 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 taught him 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 coquettishly, it's not okay to lick my face, it's not okay ... Damn it, please 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 dodged several times, and the motorcycle pursued her.
Trying to flick Shen Tang’s face with that flexible tongue.
The shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building and 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 herself. She had business to do and would play again later. Moto understood this and obediently took the reins in his mouth and went to the wooden post beside him. Shen Tang said: "Shall I go in? Don't you have to go to the tea room to wait for someone today?"
The shopkeeper said: "No need today."
Shen Tang followed the shopkeeper in without asking any more questions. Yuehua Tower.
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 warblings and jokes. 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 is a bit of unspeakable depression. Only the smell of powder in the air silently tells the hustle and bustle of last night here.
Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.
After taking a few glances, he looked away without interest.
In the main hall of Yuehua Building, a handsome boy has been waiting for a long time. He led the two of them up to the innermost wing on the second floor, and then carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, fearing that the loud noise would disturb the people inside. In a low voice: "Mr. Lang is in the house, please come in."
Shen Tang regained his wandering mind.
When you step inside, the first thing you see is a huge circular screen, which depicts a vast desert sunset. Shen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Building, even if there are screens, there should be pictures of beauties, right?
Sunset in the desert?
It is incompatible with the atmosphere here.
What surprised her even more was that the room was filled with a delicate fragrance, which was completely different from the overwhelming makeup in the main hall. The latter is fragrant, but if you smell it for a long time, you will feel vulgar and unbearable. The former is like an orchid in an empty valley. Even if the smell is not strong or strong, outsiders cannot 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, wasn't that the young hustler yesterday?
She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.
The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he winked at her and answered truthfully.
Shen Tang faltered with "embarrassment": "I didn't draw it, it was my brother. Yesterday when I went back to paint, he caught me and scolded me for not being exposed to these things at such a young age. I didn't have time to inform the shopkeeper and my employer in the future, so I ghostwritten it for me..."
The other side of the screen was quiet for a while, and not long after, 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 this world who had the same aesthetics as her, and for a moment she felt a bit lonely and melancholy that it was hard to find a close friend. Shen Tang asked: "Is the employer satisfied?"
The young man said: "Satisfied..."
Before the remaining "meaning" was said, the young man Then he began to cough violently, each sound shorter than the last, and the sound was so loud that people worried that he would cough out his lungs. Despite his physical condition, this man still sticks to his post... He is really dedicated and diligent.
Shen Tang accidentally started to lose focus again.
After a while, Shen Tang heard the young man's voice he heard yesterday coming from behind the screen. He said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"
The young man's voice replied softly. He said: "Nothing."
Shen Tang's mind, which he had just recovered, began to wander again.
Co-authored The young man is not the hustler of Yuehua Tower, he is the customer who comes to have fun... Tsk, tsk, is this the same as being a ghost under the peony flower and being romantic? He's coughing like this, as if he's half ready to step into the coffin, but he still has the leisure to come to Elephant Gu's Pavilion?
The room was really quiet for a while.
After a while, the young man said: "Xiao Langjun misunderstood."
Shen Tang looked confused: "..."
Did anyone speak just now?
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 be spoken in order to be heard..."
Shen Tang: "..."
The shopkeeper continued to be confused. Make face.
Shen Tang felt like a ray of light on her back, and the hairs on her hair stood up in anger. She was very sure that what the young man just said was to her. But the problem is that she doesn't have the problem of speaking her mind. She kept her mouth shut just now and only muttered a few words in her heart...
[Gan, can you hear what I mean? 】
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 a conspirator must learn?"
Shen Tang was convinced that the young man could pry into her inner thoughts and no longer wanted to Nagging in my heart, opening my mouth Asked: "What?"
The young man said: "Emotions and anger cannot be expressed in colors."
As he said that, the unique rubbing sound of clothing material came from behind the screen. As footsteps approached, the screen The figures on the table became increasingly clear.
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 figure, but his complexion is not very good and he looks sickly. Although his facial features were handsome, there was not much flesh on his cheeks, his eyes were slightly black, and his lips were white and slightly blue. It's like suffering from tuberculosis, the sign of premature death!
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 is probably no one that is more appropriate than the four words "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 survive for another twenty or thirty years."
(End of this chapter)
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