Chen Tang thought that this time would be the same as yesterday, so he waited obediently outside Yuehua Tower, feeding Moto a few candies from time to time.
Back to the point—
Why can motorcycles eat maltose
Chen Tang was puzzled and stroked the motorcycle's sleek fur. The more she looked at the mule, the more she liked it. The latter licked the candy in her palm clean, but was still not satisfied. He used his head to gently nudge her belly and stared at the bag on Chen Tang's waist.
The motorcycle is smart and knows where the maltose is hidden.
Chen Tang held up the big face of the motorcycle with both hands and taught it sternly: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's abnormal for a mule like you to be so fond of sweets... No means no, you can't act like a spoiled child, and you can't lick my face... Damn it, take it easy, don't stick out your tongue, I don't want to wash my face with your saliva, if you lick it again, be careful to get burned by the 'mule' meat fire!"
She dodged several times, but the motorcycle pursued her.
Trying to use that flexible tongue to slap Shen Tang's face wildly.
The shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Tower and happened to see a man and a mule playing. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Chen Tang that he had important business to do.
He said, "Young lady, please go upstairs."
Chen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.
She patted the motorcycle to signal it to go play by itself, saying that she had something else to do and would play later. The motorcycle understood and obediently held the reins and went to the wooden stake nearby. Chen Tang said, "I'll go in? Don't I have to go to the teahouse to wait for someone today?"
The shopkeeper said, "Not necessary today."
Chen Tang didn't ask any more questions and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Tower.
If you ignore the tulle fluttering in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved on the windows, the paintings of beauties hanging on the walls... and the ambiguous powder in the air, at first glance it looks no different from an ordinary restaurant.
During the day, Yuehua Tower was very quiet, without the imagined lovebirds and flirting. Occasionally, a maid would carry hot water in and out, and a servant would sweep the tables, chairs and floor with a cloth. Everything was in order, but there was a sense of indescribable depression. Only the smell of powder in the air silently told of the hustle and bustle of last night.
Chen Tang looked around curiously at first.
After taking two glances, he looked away with a lack of interest.
In the main hall of Yuehua Tower, a handsome servant waited for a long time. He led the two to the innermost wing room on the second floor, and then carefully pushed open the wooden door with withered flowers, fearing that the noise would disturb the people in the room. He whispered: "The young master is in the room, please come in."
Chen Tang withdrew his mind from wandering in the sky.
When he stepped into the room, the first thing that caught his eye was a huge round screen, which was painted with a vast desert sunset picture. Chen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Tower, even if there was a screen, there should be a picture of a beauty, right
Desert sunset picture
It doesn't fit in with the atmosphere here.
What surprised her even more was the subtle fragrance in the room, which was completely different from the sleazy powder in the main hall. The latter was fragrant, but after smelling it for a long time, it would only make you feel vulgar, while the former was like a secluded orchid in a valley, and even if the smell was not strong, outsiders could not ignore it.
Beyond the screen is the prostitute's "boudoir".
The two of them could only sit on the mat in front of the screen.
"Did you draw this picture?"
Just as Chen Tang sat down, a strange young man's voice came into her ears through the screen - Hey, isn't that the young man from yesterday
She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.
The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he winked at her and told her to answer truthfully.
Chen Tang hesitated and said, "It wasn't me who drew it. It was my brother. He caught me drawing yesterday and scolded me for being too young to touch these things. Before I could tell the shopkeeper and employer, he ghostwrote and drew it for me..."
There was silence on the other side of the screen for a while, and soon there was the crisp "pop" sound of a chess piece falling.
The young man said, "Well, it's a good painting."
Chen Tang complained in his heart.
Those paintings by Qishan are actually “quite well painted”
As expected, there was no one in this world who shared the same aesthetic taste as her. For a moment, she felt lonely and melancholy as she had difficulty finding a soulmate.
Chen Tang asked, "Is the employer satisfied?"
The young man said: "Man..."
Before he could finish his sentence, the young man began to cough violently, each cough shorter and shorter, so loud that people were worried that he might cough out his lungs. Despite his physical condition, this man still insisted on his post... He was really dedicated and hardworking.
Chen Tang started to lose focus again without noticing.
After a long while, Chen Tang heard the voice of the young man he heard yesterday coming from behind the screen. He said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"
The young man replied in a weak voice: "Nothing."
Chen Tang's mind, which had just been pulled back together, began to go astray again.
So the young man was not a prostitute of Yuehua Tower, but a customer who came here to have fun... Tsk tsk, is this what it means to be romantic even after death under the peony flowers? He coughed like a ghost, as if he was about to step halfway into the coffin, but he still had the leisure to come to Xianggu Pavilion
The room was really quiet for a while.
After a while, the young man said, "Young Master, you misunderstood."
Chen Tang was confused: "..."
Did anyone speak just now
The shopkeeper also showed the same expression.
The young man took a breath and said with a smile: "Some words don't have to be spoken out loud to be heard..."
Chen Tang: “…”
The shopkeeper continued to look confused.
Chen Tang felt like a thorn in her back, and her hair stood on end. She was very sure that the young man was talking to her. But the problem was that she didn't have the habit of speaking out her thoughts, and she kept her mouth shut just now, only mumbling a few words in her heart...
Damn, can you hear what I'm saying
The young man behind the screen was silent for three breaths.
He asked in a strange tone: "Didn't the teacher who taught you tell you what a strategist must learn?"
Chen Tang was sure that the young man could see into her mind, so she stopped mumbling and asked, "What?"
The young man said, "Don't show your emotions on your face."
As he spoke, the unique rustling sound of fabric came from behind the screen. As the footsteps got closer, the figure on the screen became clearer and clearer.
Chen Tang happened to raise his head and saw a strange young man walking out from behind the screen. He felt vaguely that the man's figure was familiar.
The young man was tall and straight, but he looked unwell, with a sickly appearance. Although his facial features were handsome, his cheeks were not very fleshy, his eyes were slightly dark, and his lips were slightly blue. He looked like he had tuberculosis and was dying young!
When Chen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used his cold eyes to examine and evaluate Chen Tang.
Unlike the morbid appearance that he could tell at first glance, the young man in front of him had a good-looking face that was both masculine and feminine, with clear brows and deeper facial features than ordinary people. At first glance, he looked a bit exotic.
If we were to describe young people in one word, there would probably be nothing more appropriate than "young and vigorous".
It literally means "youthful and vigorous".
When the young man was still three or five steps away from the young man, he could feel the fiery literary aura emanating from him, like a dazzling fireball that could not be ignored.
He replied sarcastically, "I am indeed suffering from a long-term illness, but the fortune teller said that I can still live for another 20 to 30 years."