Zhai Huan was determined to make a big splash.
But he never expected that the vote would be so big.
Let’s keep this in two parts for now.
Shen Tang accepted the young man's invitation to visit his tent. The tent was very large, with several layers of felt and animal skins on the ground, which felt soft to the touch, and this also showed his position in the rebels. Unlike the neat and clean impression he gave people, this tent was quite messy.
One word seems to be able to describe it perfectly.
Doghouse (??ω??)
Literally a mess.
Various small bits and pieces were thrown on the ground at random.
Shen Tang took a casual look and found many rare things. Exquisite gold, silver, jade, treasures and antiques could be seen in every corner. On the table was a plate of shiny pearls as big as longan.
The young man glanced at it without even looking at it.
The pearls fell to the ground with a crackling sound.
He reached under the low table and carefully took out a thick sheet of paper covered with scribblings, and raised his head to invite Shen Tang to sit down. He was not used to kneeling with tired legs, and since it was just him and Shen Tang, he could do whatever was comfortable for him.
One leg is placed comfortably, and the other leg is raised to support the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity is shifted to the side. It is comfortable, but some people find it unpleasant, such as Qishan.
He sat upright, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
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 cleans up these things for you?"
He is really rich to just throw so much money on the ground!
"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man looked through his masterpiece from the past few days without even raising his head. "As for these worthless junks, I have as many as you want... Well, I found them, Mama, what do you think of my work?"
His eyes were bright and his mouth corners were raised in a beautiful arc, as if he was waiting for Shen Tang to be amazed.
Shen Tang: “…???”
Worthless...
Broken thing
She said, "Your words hurt me."
The young man was shocked, frightened and aggrieved.
"Hurt you? When did it happen? I didn't."
"You have!" Shen Tang sighed and drooped his brows, teasing with a half-smile: "I am a poor man, the kind of poor who has no money. I am so poor that I have to study how to eat the northwest wind and not starve to death. You said this in front of such a poor person, and you still say that I am not hurt?"
The young man was speechless for a long while before he understood what I meant. He then said, "If you like, I can give you all of these. Wouldn't you be better off this way? No, no, no - these on the ground won't work. I'll ask someone to bring some back... I'll give you as many as you want."
"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. What kind of adoptive father would indulge his adopted son to spendthrift like this
"Godfather? 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 tactfully stopped talking about it and looked down at the sheet music he gave him.
Perhaps it was because Shen Tang's handwriting was also very vigorous, she had no pressure at all when reading the young man's handwritten music score. She hummed softly and tapped the table with her fingers from time to time to find the rhythm.
Qishan: “…”
He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!
But she was worried about Shen Xiaolang being alone with a young man whose background she didn't know, so she had to endure the pain of her ears being poisoned and try her best to clear her mind and not think about the bad tune. At this time, the young man supported his chin with one hand and looked at Shen Tang: "Ma Ma, what happened just now..."
Shen Tang looked up at him: "What's the matter?"
It's not fair to say half the words.
"My brother-in-law was rude and offended Momma. I apologize to you on his behalf." Sooner or later, his brother-in-law would suffer a great loss for this.
Shen Tang was stunned for a moment before he remembered what the young man was referring to.
That bearded man is making a veiled criticism.
No, it’s not “pointing fingers at someone else”.
The real "pointing at the mulberry tree and cursing the locust tree" at least has a fig leaf, and the bearded man is a blatant humiliation. First, "the girls of the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarian girls", isn't it just a way of calling the young man a "barbarian"? The next part is even more despicable.
He mentioned brothels for no reason, mocked Shen Tang, and compared her to a prostitute. Then what was the identity of the young man who brought her back
When she heard that, her eyes rolled up in her heart. Such a petty mind was a waste of that high altitude body.
But that's not the point.
Shen Tang exclaimed.
"You can understand what he is saying..."
If you don't understand, you won't apologize for others in private.
"Of course I can understand. I have been learning elegant language since I was young and have worked hard. It's just that my family members used to speak their hometown dialect, so I rarely used elegant language and my accent was heavy, so it sounded very lame." Although he said this with a smile, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. If Qi Shan and Shen Tang had not been paying attention, they would have overlooked it.
Shen Tang raised an eyebrow 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 leaned in and asked, "Mama, what do you think of the music?"
Qi Shan rolled his eyes inwardly, ready to save the situation at any time - humph, he wanted to hear what Mr. Shen had to say.
Unexpectedly, Shen Tang commented and appreciated the poem in a similar manner: "The first half is about homesickness, and the second half is about remembering someone. At first I thought it was about missing a loved one, but when I savored the emotions in the song carefully, I felt like crying. It should be about a prodigal son missing his hometown, a wandering son missing his mother..."
The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly and his lips moved.
Gradually, red spread around the eye sockets.
The tears seemed to be about to fall but they wouldn't.
Qishan: “…”
For a moment, I had the illusion of doubting my life.
Could it be that what Mr. Shen said was right
Hey, it’s true.
When he was composing this piece of music, he accidentally ate a stack of hometown-style dishes, which was also the dish that his mother was best at and the only one she could cook. As he ate, he thought of his mother.
I tossed and turned that night and couldn't sleep. In the middle of the night, I got up, put on my clothes, and went to the east kitchen.
Inspiration burst out, and ideas flowed, and I composed this piece of music.
He didn't expect that Mama actually understood him.
Qi Shan looked at the young man with red eyes, then looked at the scribbles on the music score and fell into a long period of self-doubt.
He really couldn't understand how Shen Xiaolangjun could taste the core emotions of "a prodigal son missing his hometown and a wandering son missing his mother" from phrases like "staying awake at night to eat vegetables" and "being caught stealing vegetables in the middle of the night"? Was he wrong or was it others
Just when he was doubting his life, Shen Tang's operation broke his limit. Shen Xiaolangjun actually asked him to accompany him. The three of them wanted to "make friends through music"! Qi Shan's expression twisted instantly.
It took a lot of rationality to suppress the urge to overturn the table and leave.
You two should stop insulting the phrase “making friends through music”!
only-
When the young man turned over and found a jade flute, looking 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... He took the expensive jade flute with a faint smile.
The young man played the drum and Shen Tang played the pipa.
Qishan: “…”
Is this torture