MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come-Chapter 42 0: This is a master (middle)

  Chapter 42 042: This is a master (in)

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

anyway-

  Why can motorcycles eat caramel?

  Shen Tang felt puzzled, 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.

   Moto is smart and knows where the caramel is hidden.

Shen Tang held up the big face of the motorcycle with both hands, and taught seriously: "No, you can't eat any more! It's not normal for a mule to be so addicted to sweets... If you can't do it, you can't, you can't act like a baby, and you can't even lick my face... Damn it, 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 dodges several times, and the motorcycle takes advantage of the victory to pursue.

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

  The shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Tower, and happened to see a person and a mule frolicking, and while smiling, he did not forget to remind Shen Tang that he still had business to do.

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

  Shen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time.

  She patted the motorcycle to signal it to go and play by itself. She still has business to do, so she will play later. The motorcycle understood, and obediently took the rein in its mouth and went to the wooden pile beside it. Shen Tang said: "I'll go in? Don't you need to wait for someone in the tea room today?"

  The shopkeeper said: "No need for today."

  Shen Tang did not ask any further questions, and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.

  If you ignore the swaying tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved on the leaky windows, the pictures of beauties hanging on the walls...and the ambiguous makeup in the air, at first glance it looks like an ordinary restaurant.

  The Yuehua Building in the daytime is very quiet, without the imaginary Yingyingyanyan and teasing. Occasionally, there will be maids going up and down with hot water, and the handymen are sweeping the tables and chairs with cloth towels. Everything is in order, but there is a bit of unspeakable depression, only the smell of makeup and powder in the air, silently telling the hustle and bustle of last night here.

  Shen Tang looked around curiously at first.

   After looking at it twice, he looked back with a lack of interest.

  In the main hall of Yuehua Building, the handsome servant waited for a long time. He led the two of them to the innermost wing room on the second floor, and carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, for fear that the noise would disturb the people in the room. In a low voice: "Your Majesty is in the room, please come in, both of you."

  Shen Tang withdrew his mind from wandering outside the sky.

  Stepping into the room, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge circular screen, which is painted with a vast desert sunset picture. 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 map?

   It's out of tune 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 extravagant makeup in the main hall. The latter is fragrant, but after smelling it for a long time, it will only 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.

   Across the screen is the "boudoir" of the young lady.

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

   "Did you draw this painting?"

  Shen Tang just sat down, a strange young voice passed through the screen and reached her ears—eh, isn't it the young man from yesterday?

  She looked suspiciously at the shopkeeper.

  The shopkeeper didn't know either, so he gave her a wink and answered truthfully.

Shen Tang shyly said, "It wasn't me who painted it, it was my brother. He caught me when I went back to paint yesterday, and reprimanded me for being so young that I shouldn't touch these things, and I haven't had time to tell the shopkeeper and the employer." , so I took a knife to help me draw..."

  The other side of the screen was quiet for a while, and after a while, I heard the crisp "snap" sound of a chess piece falling.

  The young man said: "Well, the painting is not bad."

  Shen Tang cursed in his stomach.

  Qi Shan’s paintings 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?"

  Youth said: "Full..."

   Before the remaining "meaning" could be said, the young man began to cough violently, the sound became shorter and shorter, and the movement was so loud that people worried that 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 started to lose his mind once he didn't pay attention.

   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 softly, "Nothing."

  Shen Tang's mind that had just been pulled back began to go astray 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 to come to the Elephant Girl House?

  The room was really quiet for a while.

  After a while, the young man said: "Mr. Xiao Lang misunderstood."

  Shen Tang looked confused: "..."

  Did someone just talk?

  The shopkeeper also showed the same expression.

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

  Shen Tang: "..."

  The shopkeeper continued to be dazed.

  Shen Tang only felt like a thorn in 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'm saying? 】

  The young man behind the screen fell 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 talking in his heart and asked, "What?"

  The young man said: "Happiness and anger are invisible."

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

  Shen Tang raised his head just in time, facing the strange young man who came out from behind the screen, and vaguely felt that the figure of this person was somewhat familiar.

  The young man is tall and straight, but his complexion is not very good, and 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. He looked like he was suffering from tuberculosis, the premature death of a sick child!

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

  Different from the sickness he could tell at a glance, the young man in front of him had a good-looking appearance of a man and a woman, with clear brows, and deeper facial features than ordinary people. At first glance, he looked a little exotic.

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

   "Young and vigorous" in the true and literal sense.

  The young man is still three or five steps away from this young gentleman, and he can feel the fiery cultural energy radiating from "him", like a dazzling ball of fire that cannot be ignored.

  He replied teasingly: "It is true that I am suffering from chronic illness, but the fortune teller said that I can still live on my last breath for twenty or thirty years."

  (end of this chapter)