Chapter 42 042: This is a master (middle)
Chen Tang thought this time was the same as yesterday, so he waited outside Yuehua Tower obediently, feeding two malt sugars from time to time.
Having said that—
Why can motorcycles eat malt sugar?
Chen Tang held his doubts and stroked the motorcycle''s smooth fur. The more he looked at the mule, the more he liked it. The latter licked the malt sugar in her palm clean, but still felt unsatisfied. He arched her belly lightly with his head and stared at Chen Tang''s pouch on his waist.
Motorcycles are very smart and know where malt sugar is hidden.
Chen Tang held up the motorcycle''s big face with both hands and educated him seriously: "No, you can''t eat it anymore! It''s not normal for you to be so sweet-loving... It''s not possible if you don''t, you can''t act coquettishly, and even more so if you lick my face... Damn, be careful not to stick out your tongue, I don''t want to wash your face with your saliva, and be careful to be burned into a ''muri'' meat if you lick it!"
She dodged several times, and the motorcycle chased after the victory.
Trying to use that flexible tongue to sway Chen Tang''s face.
The shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building and happened to see a person and a mule playing. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Chen Tang that there was still some serious work.
He said, "Miss, please go upstairs."
Chen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.
She patted the motorcycle and signaled it to go and play on her own. She still had some serious things to do and would play again afterwards. The motorcycle understood it and obediently took the reins and went to the wooden stake next to it. Chen Tang said, "I''ll go in? Don''t you have to go to the teahouse and wait for someone today?"
The shopkeeper said, "No need today."
Chen Tang didn''t ask much, and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.
If you ignore the light tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved from the leaking windows, the pictures of beauty hanging on the walls, and the ambiguous powder in the air, it looks no different from an ordinary restaurant at first glance.
The moon building during the day is very quiet, not as imagined as you think. Occasionally, maids will carry hot water in and out, and the servants are using cloth towels to sweep the floor of tables and chairs. Everything is orderly, but there is a bit of unspeakable depression. Only the smell of powder in the air silently tells the noise of last night here.
Chen Tang looked around curiously at first.
After taking a look, he withdrew his gaze with no interest.
In the main hall of Yuehua Building, the handsome servant waited for a long time. He led the two to the innermost wing room on the second floor, and carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, for fear that more noise would disturb the people in the house. He whispered: "Mr. I''m in the house, please come in."
Chen Tang took back his mind wandering outside the sky.
When you step into the room, the first thing you see is a huge circular screen, which paints a picture of the vast desert sunset. Chen Tang was slightly surprised - even if the screen is placed, it should be placed in places like Yuehua Tower, right?
Picture of sunset in the desert?
It is incompatible with the atmosphere here.
What surprised her even more was that the room was dyed with a quiet fragrance, which was completely different from the Mimi powder in the main hall. The latter is fragrant, but after smelling it for a long time, you will only feel vulgar. The former is like an orchid in the empty valley. Even if the smell is not strong or strong, outsiders cannot ignore it.
Across the screen is the husband’s “boudoir”.
The two of them could only sit on the mat in front of the screen.
"Did you draw this painting?"
As soon as Chen Tang sat down, the voice of a strange young man passed through the screen and came into her ears - Hey, wasn''t the young man yesterday?
She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.
The shopkeeper didn''t know either, so he gave her a wink and answered truthfully.
Chen Tang stammered, "It''s not my painting, it''s my brother. He caught me when I went back to paint yesterday and scolded me for not having to touch these and these things at such a young age. Before I could tell the shopkeeper and employer, I caught my knife and penned it for me to paint..."
The other end of the screen was quiet for a while, and soon I heard the crisp "pop" sound of a chess piece falling.
The young man said, "Well, the painting is good."
Chen Tang complained in his stomach.
What paintings Qi Shan actually "drawn pretty well"?
Sure enough, there was no one in this world who had the same aesthetic as hers. For a moment, she felt a little lonely and melancholy that she could not find a soulmate. Chen Tang asked, "Are the employer satisfied?"
The young man said: "Full..."
Before the remaining "intention" was expressed, the young man began to cough violently, one sound was shorter than the other, and the noise was so loud that it made people worry about whether he would cough out his lungs. With such a physical condition, this guy is still at his post... he is really dedicated and diligent.
Chen Tang started to get distracted again after not paying attention.
After a while, Chen Tang heard the voice of a boy he had heard yesterday from behind the screen. He said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"
The young man replied softly, "Nothing is wrong."
Chen Tang''s mind that had just been pulled back began to go wrong again.
The young man is not a servant from Yuehualou, but a customer who comes to have fun... Tsk tsk, is this just a romantic person who dies under the peony flowers? The cough turned into a ghost, as if half of his foot was about to step into the coffin, and he was still leisurely coming to Xianggu Pavilion?
The room was really quiet for a while.
After a while, the young man said, "Young man misunderstood."
Chen Tang was confused: “…”
Did anyone talk just now?
The shopkeeper also showed the same expression.
The young man breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Some words don''t have to be said from the mouth before they can be heard..."
Chen Tang: “…”
The shopkeeper continued to be confused.
Chen Tang felt like a ray of light on her back, and her hair was rising from the pole and burst out. She was very sure that the young man said what he had just said to her. But the problem is that she did not have the problem of saying what she was thinking. She just kept her mouth shut and just muttered a few words in her heart...
[Gam, can you hear what I say in my heart? 】
The young man behind the screen was silent for three breaths.
He asked in a strange tone: "Did the teacher who taught you what he had to learn? Didn''t he tell you what the planners must learn?"
Chen Tang was sure that the young man could spy on her heart, and stopped talking in her heart, and asked, "What?"
The young man said, "Happiness and anger are not reflected in his expression."
As he said that, the unique stroking sound of clothes came from behind the screen. As his feet approached, the figures on the screen became clearer and clearer.
Chen 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 a bit familiar.
The young man was tall and straight, but his complexion didn''t look very good, and he looked sick. Although his facial features were handsome, he couldn''t resist his cheeks, his eyes were a little blue and black, and his lips were slightly blue. It''s like having tuberculosis, the sick man died prematurely!
When Chen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used his cold eyes to review and estimate Chen Tang.
Unlike the pathological symptoms he could see at a glance, the young man in front of him had a good appearance of a boy and a girl, with loose eyebrows and deeper facial features than ordinary people, and at first glance, he looked a little foreign.
If you ask a young man to describe it in one word, it may not be more appropriate than the four words "young and vigorous".
The true literal sense of "young and vigorous".
The young man is still three or five steps away from this young man, and he can feel the hot literary spirit that constantly emanates from "him", like a dazzling and unignorable fireball.
He replied teasingly: "I am indeed ill for a long time, but fortune tellers can survive for twenty or thirty years."
(This chapter ends)