stand back, let me come

Chapter 42 042: This is a master

Shen Tang thought it was the same as yesterday, so she waited obediently outside the Yuehua Building, feeding the motorcycle two candies from time to time.

anyway--

Why can motorcycles eat caramel?
Confused, Shen Tang stroked the smooth fur of the motorcycle, the more he looked at this mule, the more he liked it.The latter licked the caramel in her palm clean, still still not satisfied, lightly arched her stomach with his head, and stared at the pouch on Shen Tang's waist.

Motorcycles are smart enough to know where the caramel is hidden.

Shen Tang held up the big face of the motorcycle with both hands, and taught seriously: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's not normal for you to be so sweet as a mule... No, no, no acting like a spoiled child, not even licking my face... Damn, you Take it easy, don't stick out your tongue, I don't want to wash your face with your saliva, you'll be burned into a mule if you lick it again!"

She dodged several times, and the motorcycle chased after the victory.

Trying to slap Shen Tang's face wildly with that flexible tongue.

When the shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building, he happened to see a man and a mule frolicking. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Shen Tang that he still had business.

He said, "Little lady, please go upstairs."

Shen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.

She patted the motorcycle and motioned for it to go and play by herself. She still has business to do, so she will play later.Motorcycle understood, obediently took the reins and went to the wooden stake on the side.Shen Tang said: "I'm going in? Don't you have to go to the tea shop and others today?"

The shopkeeper said, "I don't need it today."

Shen Tang didn't ask any further questions, and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.

If you ignore the tulle lightly draped in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved through the leaking windows, the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls... and the ambiguous powder in the air, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary restaurant.

In the daytime, the Yuehua Building is very quiet, there is no Yingyingyanyan and teasing as imagined. Occasionally, there are maids going up and down with hot water, and the handyman is sweeping the floor of the table and chairs with a cloth towel.Everything is in order, but there is a bit of an unspeakable depression, only the smell of fat powder in the air silently tells the hustle and bustle of last night here.

Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.

After taking two glances, he retracted his gaze with lack of interest.

In the main hall of Yuehua Building, the handsome boy waited for a long time.He led the two to the innermost wing of the second floor, and carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, for fear that the louder movement would disturb the people in the house.Whispered: "Lang Jun is in the house, the two of you please come in."

Shen Tang regained his mind of wandering outside the sky.

Stepping into the room, the first thing that catches your eye is a huge circular screen, which paints a picture of a desert sunset with a vast scenery.Shen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Building, even if you put a screen, you should put a picture of a beauty or something?

Desert sunset map?
It doesn't fit the atmosphere here.

What surprised her even more was that the room was dyed with a quiet fragrance, which was completely different from the extravagant powder in the main hall.The latter is fragrant, but if you smell it for a long time, it will only feel vulgar and unbearable. The former is like a hollow orchid, even if the smell is not strong or strong, outsiders cannot ignore it.

Beyond the screen is the servant's "boudoir".

The two could only sit on the mat in front of the screen.

"You painted this picture?"

As soon as Shen Tang sat down, an unfamiliar youth's voice passed through the screen and came into her ears—hey, wasn't that the boy from yesterday?

She looked suspiciously at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he gave her a wink and answered truthfully.

Shen Tang shyly said, "It wasn't me who drew it, it was my brother. Yesterday, when I went back to paint, he caught me right away, and he reprimanded me for not being able to touch this, these things at a young age, and I haven't had time to tell the shopkeeper and employer. , then he took a knife and ghostwriter helped me draw..."

The other side of the screen was quiet for a while, and after a while, the crisp "pop" sound of a chess piece falling was heard.

The youth said: "Well, the painting is good."

Shen Tang murmured in his stomach.

The few paintings of Qishan are actually "painted well"?
Sure enough, there are no people in this world who have the same aesthetics as her, and for a while, she has a sense of loneliness and melancholy that is hard to find.

Shen Tang asked, "Is the employer satisfied?"

The youth said: "Full..."

Before the rest of the "meaning" could be said, the young man began to cough violently. The sound became shorter and shorter, and the movement was so loud that people worried that he would cough out his lungs.In such a physical condition, this dear man still sticks to his post... He is really dedicated and diligent.

Shen Tang didn't pay attention and began to lose his mind.

After a while, Shen Tang heard the boy's voice heard yesterday from behind the screen, and he said, "Mr. Gu, are you alright?"

The young man replied weakly: "It's nothing."

The mind that Shen Tang had just pulled back began to go crooked again.

The co-author youth is not the servant of Yuehua Building, but a client who comes to have fun... tsk tsk, is this the same thing as peony flowers are also romantic?Coughing like a ghost, like half a foot is about to step into the coffin, but there is still a leisurely time to come to the Xianggu Pavilion?

The house was really quiet for a while.

After a long while, the young man said: "Xiao Langjun misunderstood."

Shen Tang was stunned: "..."

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 stunned.

Shen Tang only felt like a man was on her back, and the hairs that rose from the pole exploded. She was very sure that what the young man just said was to herself.But the problem is that she didn't have the problem of saying what she said in her heart, and she kept her mouth shut just now, just muttering a few words in her heart...

[Gan, can you hear what I have to say? 】

The youth behind the screen was silent for three breaths.

He asked in a strange tone: "Did the gentleman who taught you not tell you what the conspirators must learn?"

Shen Tang was convinced that the young man could spy on her innermost thoughts, so she stopped chattering in her heart and asked, "What?"

The youth said: "Happiness and anger are invisible."

As he spoke, there was a rubbing sound unique to the fabric from behind the screen, and as the footsteps approached, the figure on the screen became clearer and clearer.

Shen Tang just raised his head and faced the unfamiliar young man who walked out from behind the screen. He vaguely felt that the shape of this person was somewhat familiar.

The young man is tall and straight, but his complexion is not very good, and he has a morbid appearance.Although his facial features were handsome, he couldn't stand the lack of flesh on his cheeks, his eyes were a little blue and black, and his lips were white and slightly blue.It's like having a tuberculosis disease, the appearance of an early death of a sick seedling!

When Shen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used those thin and cool eyes to evaluate Shen Tang.

Different from the morbid state he could see at a glance, the young man in front of him had a good appearance of a boy and a girl, his eyebrows were smooth and his facial features were deeper than ordinary people, and at first glance, he looked a little exotic.

If we were to describe young people in one word, it would probably be no more appropriate than the four words "young and vigorous".

The true literal meaning of "young and vigorous".

The young man is still three or five steps away from this little Langjun, and he can feel the fiery aura escaping from "him", like a dazzling fireball that cannot be ignored.

He teased and replied: "It is true that I have been suffering from chronic illness, but the fortune teller said that I can live on for two to thirty years."

(End of this chapter)