The other shore is very unfamiliar to the Dark Harbor.
She didn't know how famous the Mengke Restaurant in front of her was. The proprietress of the restaurant was so charming and had a beautiful singing voice. She was called the first generation singer of the Dark Harbor.
She just felt that she wanted to stay here for no reason, so let's go in and take a look.
At this time, it was already half past seven in the evening.
The three-story Mengke Restaurant was almost full. Bi'an found a seat in the corner and sat down alone. He heard people talking about how moving the boss's singing voice was and looking forward to the boss's performance today.
Is there a boss lady here who can sing? Bian An suddenly felt that it was very interesting. Anyway, he was a little bored after walking, so why not just stay and listen to the landlady here singing.
**
Eight o'clock.
Tang Ling finally finished forging the last rough piece, put down the giant hammer in his hand and stretched.
Although I kept washing my face today, I still made some progress due to the effective use of time.
"Little Tangtang, have you finished ironing? Are you tired?" came Boss Huang's voice.
Tang Ling looked up and saw Boss Huang standing at the door with a smile on his face, holding a dark green, crystal-like jade bouquet in his hand, looking like 'YD', and he also called himself Little Tangtang, Tang Ling I couldn't help but feel a chill.
"I know, I'll go after dinner." Tang Ling said impatiently.
However, Boss Huang strode forward at this time, completely ignoring Tang Ling's feelings, grabbed Tang Ling, and stuffed two pieces of bread into his mouth.
The dry bread was stuck in his throat, and Tang Ling almost spit it out, but Boss Huang poured another glass of water in time.
Then Boss Huang patted Tang Ling on the back and forced the food into Tang Ling's stomach: "Are you still hungry now?"
"You're cruel." Tang Ling was filled with grief and anger.
Boss Huang carefully put Hai Qiluo into a delicate box, took out a piece of clothing and threw it in the blacksmith's room.
"This Haiqiluo is not only beautiful, but the fragrance it emits can also help you sleep and concentrate. And it can last for three months without withering." Boss Huang said while placing the flowers.
Tang Ling took off his shirt, wiped the sweat from his body, then picked up the clothes Boss Huang gave him, and while changing, he muttered, "Why are you telling me this? I'm not interested in flowers."
"Nothing, a bunch of 12 Black Sea coins. If you don't want to owe me more money, you have to remember to spend it on people, and spend it to destroy others!" Boss Huang threatened Tang Ling.
Tang Ling swallowed, should he run away with the flowers? ! Anyway, it’s worth 12 Black Sea coins. Boss Huang is too extravagant.
At this time, Boss Huang had already installed the flowers and walked out leisurely, but his voice still echoed in the blacksmith room: "Xiao Tangtang, if you don't go out in five minutes, the consequences will be very serious."
MD, can you not call me Xiao Tangtang
After all, Tang Ling didn't run away with the flowers. Although the temptation of 12 Black Sea coins was great, the threat from Boss Huang, a cunning old fox, was even greater.
What's more, Tang Ling would continue to benefit from him.
Even though he had already left the house before 8:10 and rushed all the way, Tang Ling was still a little late when he arrived at the Mengke Building that Boss Huang mentioned.
At this time, Mengke Building was already full of guests. Standing outside the building, you could see how crowded it was through the glass windows inlaid with shells. Even outside the door, there were people standing, intoxicated as they listened to the sounds coming from the building. of singing.
Even from a certain distance, you can't hear clearly what this song is about? Tang Ling could also tell that the song was not only very moving, but the singer was also full of affection when singing, singing the sad and desolate meaning of the song to the extreme, making people cry.
No wonder Boss Huang is so interested. Is this landlady so good at singing
While Tang Ling was thinking this, he began to carefully protect the box in his arms, and tried his best to squeeze towards the crowd.
Thinking about what was going to happen next, Tang Ling felt a sense of shame in his heart. But he still squeezed so hard that he was almost moved by himself.
Look, I, Tang Ling, am such a good man who keeps his promises. I will go through fire and water for you, Boss Huang, to get some benefits or something? nonexistent.
As smart as Tang Ling, if he deliberately wanted to squeeze in, he could still do it. It was only after entering the Mengke Building that he realized how exaggerated the crowds were. The three large floors were packed with people listening to music. Don't Speaking of sitting down, even if I want to find a better position where I can see the stage, it is not an easy task.
Tang Ling had no choice but to continue to squeeze forward. According to Boss Huang, he had to rush forward immediately. If he didn't push forward desperately, with the surging crowd, I'm afraid he wouldn't have rushed forward yet. Go up, and the singing proprietress has gone somewhere long ago.
Will Boss Huang beat himself to death by then
In this way, Tang Ling was like an uncoordinated presence in the crowd. His attention was not on the boss lady's singing at all, but he was trying his best to get in front.
He moved through the crowd wholeheartedly, not only could the landlady's heavenly singing fail to attract him, but even after he entered, there was a gaze that looked at him from beginning to end, and he was completely unaware of it.
The source of this gaze is on the second floor.
Due to the step-back internal structure, every move in the hall can be clearly seen whether it is on the third or second floor.
Therefore, the other side saw Tang Ling.
It was not that Bian An deliberately wanted to pay attention to Tang Ling, but that Tang Ling was shuttled among the crowd, like a fish swimming upstream in a school of fish, very conspicuous.
However, other people who noticed this scene might just take a glance, but for some reason Bian An saw the slightly thin black-haired figure holding the box in his arms like a money fan, carefully and laboriously walking among the crowd. As I shuttled back and forth, there was an inexplicable feeling of intimacy and familiarity in my heart.
This feeling makes it difficult to blend in with the crowd, and even more difficult to have contact with anyone. The other side is very strange.
There was a trace of amusement in her eyes, and she never took her eyes away from Tang Ling.
When he saw Tang Ling deliberately stepping on other people's feet to cause trouble, and then taking advantage of the chaos to squeeze forward, Bian An felt like laughing.
So, she just laughed.
Hehehe, so abrupt on the quiet second floor, attracted several dissatisfied looks.
The landlady is clearly singing a sad song. Why is this girl laughing? Don’t you know how to listen to music quietly
But, will the other side care? She didn't care at all, she just stretched out her hand and picked up a melon seed from the table that was mutated from a pre-civilized sunflower seed called green jade, and put it into her mouth.
Just chewing slowly, holding his chin, and staring at Tang Ling intently. This feeling actually made Bi'an feel a rare sense of pleasure.
"Forget it, this girl looks so pretty chewing melon seeds."
"Forget it, this girl has beautiful hands."
The people around him didn't know why, but it was difficult to look away after being attracted by Bian'an. Then they each made a few excuses in their hearts, and decided to forgive Bian'an and not care about Bian'an.
Little did they know that Bian'an didn't care what they thought. She was just staring at Tang Ling with a slight smile on her lips under the veil.
She didn't even think about why she paid attention to the masked boy downstairs. Since she wanted to look at him, she just looked at him.
**
Tang Ling had no idea about the incident on the second floor, nor did he know that he was being targeted.
All he knew was that he spent a lot of effort and withstood numerous murderous glances before finally pushing his way to the front.
At this time, he was less than twenty meters away from the stage where the proprietress was singing. Due to the rules, there were only a few tables of distinguished guests sitting in front, and there was no crowd.
Tang Ling let out a long breath, and then couldn't help but curiously began to look at the proprietress who was singing on the stage.
He wants to know, are men like Boss Huang attracted to him just because the boss lady can sing
the answer is negative!
When Tang Ling saw the landlady for the first time, he felt that this woman on the stage had an inexplicable attraction to all men.
This attraction is not due to her beautiful appearance, but from her every move, every look, every smile, every raise of her hand, every move she puts in. They all feel full of an indescribable charm. It feels like she just looks like her. A woman's woman.
Yes, the description of a fool like Tang Ling was so weak. He didn't have the concept of 'femininity' in his mind.
He simply felt that the boss lady who was singing on stage wearing a loose long skirt was what a woman should look like.
Perhaps noticing Tang Ling's gaze, the landlady accidentally glanced in the direction where Tang Ling was standing and ended the singing of the first song.
Tang Ling was glanced at suddenly and felt that his face was extremely hot. He couldn't help but lowered his head and scratched his hair, and then giggled a few times.
Then, he successfully gained the contemptuous looks of the people around him. What a silly boy. He was probably another innocent boy who was attracted by the charm of the landlady.
But at this time, the landlady's song had ended.
Thunderous applause erupted from the crowd, and Tang Ling soon woke up. He was here to play the role of the flower delivery boy. Why was he giggling like that? Why was he so shy
After bursts of applause, the entire Mengke Restaurant returned to silence and began to wait for the proprietress's second song.
And Tang Ling could finally wait here without having to squeeze through the crowd.
But after stopping like this, Tang Ling still felt like something was wrong, as if someone was watching him.
After all, with his precise instinct, Tang Ling was a hundred times more sensitive than ordinary people.
Who is eyeing him? Under the mask, Tang Ling frowned and began to observe calmly.
The crowd is so dense, is it the man behind? Is it the table on the third floor? It was Tang Ling who observed carefully and carefully. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he tried his best to pretend to turn his head naturally.
At this time, the voice of the landlady had already sounded on the stage.
(End of chapter)