Back Off, Let Me Come

Shen Tang thought that this time was the same as yesterday, so he waited obediently outside Yuehua Building, feeding the motorcycle two caramels from time to time.

anyway--

Why can motorcycles eat candy?

With doubts, Shen Tang stroked the smooth and smooth fur of the motorcycle. The more he looked at the mule, the more he liked it. The latter licked the caramel in her palm clean, still not satisfied, he lightly arched her stomach with his head, staring longingly at the pouch on Shen Tang's waist.

Motorcycle is very smart and knows where the candy is hidden.

Shen Tang held up the motorcycle's big face with both hands and said seriously: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's not normal for a mule like you to have such a sweet taste... It's not okay, it's not okay, it's not okay to act like a baby, it's not okay to lick my face... Fuck, you Take it easy, don't stick out your tongue, I don't want to wash your face with your saliva, if you lick it again, you will be burned like a mule!"

She dodged several times, and the motorcycle took advantage of the victory and pursued her.

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

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

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

Shen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.

She patted the motorcycle and told it to go and play by itself. She had business to do and would play again later. Moto understood this and obediently took the reins in his mouth and went to the wooden post beside him. Shen Tang said: "Shall I go in? Don't you have to wait for someone in the teahouse and elegant room today?"

The shopkeeper said: "No need for today."

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

If one ignores the lightly fluttering tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved through the leaky windows, the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls... and the ambiguous powder spreading in the air, at first glance, it looks like an ordinary restaurant.

The Yuehua Building is very quiet during the day, without the expected buzzing or joking. Occasionally, maids will come in and out carrying hot water, and the handyman is sweeping the tables, chairs and floor with a cloth holder. Everything is in order, but there is a bit of unspeakable depression. Only the smell of powder in the air silently tells the hustle and bustle of last night here.

Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.

After a few glances, he looked away with interest.

In the main hall of Yuehua Building, a handsome young man has been waiting for a long time. He led the two of them up to the innermost wing on the second floor, and then carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, fearing that the loud noise would disturb the people inside. In a low voice: "Mr. Lang is in the house, please come in."

Shen Tang regained his wandering mind.

When you step inside, the first thing you see is a huge circular screen, which depicts a vast desert sunset. Shen Tang was slightly surprised - in a place like Yuehua Building, even if there are screens, there should be pictures of beauties, right?

Desert sunset picture?

It doesn't fit in with the atmosphere here.

What surprised her even more was that the room was filled with a delicate scent, which was completely different from the lavish makeup in the main hall. The latter is fragrant, but if you smell it for a long time, you will feel vulgar. The former is like an orchid in an empty valley. Even if the smell is not strong or strong, outsiders cannot ignore it.

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

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

"Did you paint this painting?"

As soon as Shen Tang sat down, a strange young man's voice came to her ears through the screen - Hey, isn't that the young brat from yesterday?

She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.

The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he winked at her and answered truthfully.

Shen Tang faltered with "embarrassment": "It wasn't me who painted it, it was my brother. Yesterday I went back to paint and he caught me red-handed. He scolded me for not being exposed to these things at such a young age. I didn't even have time to inform the shopkeeper and my employer." , so he hired a ghostwriter to draw for me..."

There was silence on the other side of the screen for a while, and soon I heard the crisp "pop" sound of a chess piece falling.

The young man said: "Yes, the painting is good."

Shen Tang cursed in his stomach.

Those few paintings of Qishan are actually "not bad"?

Sure enough, there is no one with the same aesthetics as her in this world, and for a while, she felt a bit lonely and melancholy that a close friend is hard to find.

Shen Tang asked: "Is the employer satisfied?"

The young man said: "Man..."

Before the rest of the "meaning" was uttered, the young man began to cough violently, each sound shorter than the last. The sound was so loud that people worried whether he would cough up his lungs. In such a physical condition, this man still sticks to his post... He is really dedicated and diligent.

Shen Tang accidentally started to lose focus again.

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

The young man replied in a weak voice: "Nothing."

Shen Tang's mind that had just regained his composure began to wander again.

The co-authored young man is not a servant of Yuehua Building, he is a client who comes to have fun... Tsk tsk, is this the same as peony flowers and being a ghost? Coughing like this, as if half of one foot is about to step into the coffin, but still have leisure time to come to the Elephant Girl House?

The room was really quiet for a while.

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

Shen Tang was confused: "..."

Did someone just speak?

The shopkeeper also showed the same expression.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a faint smile: "Some words don't have to be spoken to be heard..."

Shen Tang: "..."

The shopkeeper continued to be confused.

Shen Tang only felt like a light was on her back, and the hairs on her face exploded. She was very sure that what the young man said just now was for herself. But the problem is, she didn't have the problem of speaking out what was 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 mean? 】

The young man behind the screen was silent for three breaths.

He asked in a strange tone: "Didn't the gentleman who taught you tell you what a conspirator must learn?"

Shen Tang was convinced that the young man could spy on her heart, so he stopped nagging and asked, "What?"

The young man said: "Happiness and anger cannot be expressed in color."

As he said that, there was the unique rubbing sound of the cloth from behind the screen, and as the footsteps approached, the figure on the screen became clearer and clearer.

Shen Tang happened to raise his head, facing the strange young man who walked out from behind the screen, and vaguely felt that the figure of this man was somewhat familiar.

The young man is tall and straight, but his complexion doesn't look very good, he looks sick. Although his facial features are handsome, but his cheeks are not much flesh, his eyes are slightly black and white, and his lips are white and slightly blue. It's like suffering from tuberculosis, the sign of premature death!

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

Different from his morbid condition that can be seen at a glance, the young man in front of him has a good appearance that looks like a boy or a girl, with smooth eyebrows and facial features that are deeper than ordinary people. At first glance, he looks a bit exotic.

If youth were to be described in one word, it would probably not be more appropriate than the four words "youthful and energetic".

"Young and vigorous" in the truest sense of the word.

The young man was still three to five steps away from the young gentleman, and he could feel the fiery literary energy emanating from "him", like a dazzling fireball that could not 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 still live on my last breath for twenty or thirty years."