Chapter 183 Chapter 183: Chaos in Xiaocheng (Twenty-three) [Ask for monthly votes]
Zhai Huan is determined to get a big one.
But he never expected that the vote would be so big.
Let’s break it down into two parts.
Shen Tang was invited by the young man to visit his camp. The tent was very large, and the floor was covered with thick layers of felt and animal skins, which felt soft under his feet. This also showed his status among the rebels. Unlike the crisp and clean impression he gave people, this nest was quite messy.
One word seems to explain it perfectly.
Doghouse(ω)
A doghouse in a literal sense.
All kinds of little things were thrown randomly 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. A plate of longan-sized shiny pearls was placed on the table.
The young man glanced at it without even looking at it.
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 symbols. He raised his head and called for Shen Tang to sit down as well. He was not used to sitting cross-legged with tired legs, and besides, there were only him and Shen Tang in private, so he could do whatever he felt comfortable with.
One leg rests comfortably, and the other leg is raised as a support for the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity shifts sideways. Comfortable is comfortable, but some people may find it unpleasant, for example - praying for kindness.
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?"
Throwing so much money on the ground, you really are a rich man!
"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man looked through his proud creations from the past few days without raising his head. "As for these worthless gadgets, there are as many as you want... ...Well, I found it, 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 stuff?
She said: "Your words hurt me."
The young man was startled, terrified and aggrieved.
"Hurt you? When did it happen? I didn't."
"You did!" Shen Tang sighed, drooped his brows, and teased with a half-smile: "I am a poor man with nothing. You are so poor that you have to study how to drink the northwest wind without starving to death. You said this in front of such a poor person, and you still said it didn't hurt me?"
The young man was speechless for a long time. Only then did I understand What do you mean, he said: "If you like, I can give you these, so you won't be poor? No, no, no - these on the ground will not work. I will go back and ask someone to bring some more...as much as you want."< br>
"As much as you want...will your adoptive father have any objections?" Shen Tang didn't mean to sow discord. She was just purely curious. Why would the adoptive father condone his adopted son to be so prodigal?
"Father? He won't say anything." The young man's voice was much softer than before. Shen Tang thought the young man was unhappy, so he stopped mentioning it and looked down at the music score he gave him.
Perhaps it was because Shen Tang was so good at writing. She felt no pressure to read the score written by the young man, humming softly, and from time to time she would tap her fingers on the table to find the time.
Qishan: "..."
He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!
Nai He was worried about Shen Xiaolangjun being alone with a young man who didn't know his true story, so he had to endure the pain of having his ears 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?"
The words were half-hearted.
"My sworn brother has offended Mama rudely. I apologize to you on his behalf." Sooner or later, his sworn 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 man with the beard is "pointing his fingers at the mulberry trees and scolding the thorn trees".
No, it's not "pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huai trees".
There is a fig leaf for the real "pointing at the mulberry and scolding the hoe at the bottom". The bearded man is an obvious humiliation. First of all, "the daughters of the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarian girls." Isn't this just a disguised way of calling young people "barbarians"? The next section becomes even more despicable.
Unnecessarily mentioning Fireworks Willow Alley, mocking Shen Tang, comparing her to a prostitute, 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 is a waste of that high-altitude body.
It’s just that that’s not the point.
Shen Tang groaned.
"You understand what he is saying..."
If you don't understand, you won't apologize in private.
“I can understand it naturally. I have learned Yayan since I was a child and have worked hard. It’s just that in the past, my family around me mostly spoke the dialect of my hometown, so Yayan is rarely used and the accent is thick, so it sounds good to me. Very lame." Although he said this with a smile, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. If Qishan 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, always ready to save the situation - hum, he wanted to hear what Shen Xiaolangjun had to say. Reviews.
Unexpectedly, Shen Tang started to comment and appreciate it like this: "The first half is homesick, and the second half is remembering people. At first, I thought it was missing my sweetheart, but when I savored the emotions in the song, I felt moved to tears. . It should be that the prodigal son is homesick and the wandering son remembers his mother..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly and moved his lips.
Gradually, red spread around the eyes.
The tears are about to fall.
Qishan: "..."
For a moment, I had the illusion of doubting life.
Shen Xiaolangjun actually got it right?
Hey, it’s true.
When he first created this score, he accidentally ate a plate of hometown-style dishes, which was also the only dish his mother was good at and knew how to cook. As he ate, he thought of his grandma.
That night I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I got up and went to the East Kitchen in the middle of the night.
Inspired and inspired, I composed this piece of music.
He didn’t expect Mama to really understand him.
Qishan 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 understand how Shen Xiaolangjun could taste "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" Core feelings? 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 music"! 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"!
It’s just——
When the young man turned over and found a jade flute, and looked at him expectantly, he endured it again and again, constantly telling himself that this is the enemy’s base camp, this is the enemy’s base camp, this is the enemy’s base camp… ...and took the expensive jade flute with a slight smile.
The young people played the drums and Shen Tang played the pipa.
Qishan: "..."
Is this torture? ? ?
(End of this chapter)