Chen Tang thought this time was the same as yesterday, so he waited outside Yuehua Tower, feeding two malt sugars from time to time.

Having said that--

Why can motorcycles eat malt sugar?

Chen Tang held his doubts and stroked the motorcycle's smooth fur. The more he looked at the mule, the more he liked it. The latter licked the malt sugar in her palm, but he was still unsatisfied. He arched her belly lightly with his head and stared at the pouch on Chen Tang's waist.

Motorcycles are very smart and know where malt sugar is hidden.

Chen Tang held up the motorcycle's big face with both hands and educated him seriously: "No, you can't eat it anymore! It's not normal for you to be so sweet-loving... It's not possible if you don't, you can't act coquettishly, and even more so if you lick my face... Damn, be careful not to stick out your tongue, I don't want to wash your face with your saliva, and be careful to be burned into a 'muri' meat!"

She dodged several times, and the motorcycle chased after the victory.

Trying to use that flexible tongue to sway Chen Tang's face.

The shopkeeper came out of Yuehua Building and happened to see a man and a mule playing. While smiling, he did not forget to remind Chen Tang that there was still some serious work.

He said, "Miss, please go upstairs."

Chen Tang and the motorcycle stopped at the same time. She patted the motorcycle and signaled it to play on her own. She had some serious things to do. The motorcycle understood it and obediently took the reins and went to the wooden stake next to it. Chen Tang said, "I'll go in? Don't you have to go to the teahouse and wait for someone today?"

The shopkeeper said: "Not needed today."

Chen Tang didn't ask much, and followed the shopkeeper into Yuehua Building.

If you ignore the light tulle in the room, the ambiguous portraits carved from the windows, the pictures of beauty hanging on the walls, and the ambiguous powder in the air, it looks no different from ordinary costume restaurants at first glance.

The Yuehua Tower during the day is very quiet. Occasionally, you can see maids carrying hot water up and down, and the mates sweep the tables and chairs with cloth towels. Everything is orderly and inexplicably depressed. Only the smell of powder in the air silently tells the prosperity and hustle and bustle here last night.

Chen Tang looked around curiously at first.

After taking a look, I withdrew my gaze with no interest.

In the main hall of Yuehua Building, the handsome servant waited for a long time. He led the two to the innermost wing room on the second floor, and carefully pushed open the carved wooden door, for fear that the more noise would disturb the people in the house. He whispered: "My husband is in the house, please come in."

Chen Tang took back his mind wandering outside the sky.

When you step into the room, the first thing you see is a huge circular screen, which paints a picture of the sunset in the desert with a vast scenery. Chen Tang was slightly surprised - even if you place a screen, you should place a picture of a beauty, right?

Picture of sunset in the desert?

What surprised her even more was that the room was dyed with a quiet fragrance, which was completely different from the main hall's medicinal powder. The latter was fragrant, but after smelling it for a long time, it would only feel vulgar. The former was like a quiet orchid in the valley. Even if the smell was not strong or strong, outsiders could not ignore it.

Crossing the screen is the "boudoir" of the husband.

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

"Did you paint this painting?"

As soon as Chen Tang sat down, the voice of a strange young man passed through the screen and came into her ears - Hey, wasn't the young man yesterday?

She looked at the shopkeeper suspiciously.

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

Chen Tang stammered, "It's not my painting, I'm my brother. When I went back to paint yesterday, he caught me and scolded me for not being able to touch this at such a young age. Before I could tell the shopkeeper and employer, I caught my knife and pen to help me draw it..."

The other end of the screen was quiet for a while, and soon I heard the "bang" sound of a chess piece falling down. The young man said, "Well, the drawing is good."

Chen Tang complained in his stomach.

What are the paintings of Qishan actually "drawn pretty well"?

Sure enough, there was no one in this world who had the same aesthetic as hers. For a moment, she felt a little lonely and melancholy that she could not find a soulmate.

Chen Tang asked: "Is the employer satisfied?"

The young man said: "Full..."

Before the remaining "intention" was expressed, the young man began to cough violently, one sound was shorter than the other, and the noise was so loud that it made people worry about whether he would cough out his lungs. With such a physical condition, this guy was still at his post... he was really dedicated and diligent.

Chen Tang started to get distracted again after not paying attention.

After a while, Chen Tang heard the voice of a boy he had heard yesterday from the screen, and he said, "Mr. Gu, are you okay?"

The young man replied softly: "Nothing is wrong."

Chen Tang's mind that had just been pulled back began to go wrong again.

The young man is not a servant from Yuehualou, but a customer who is here to have fun... Tsk tsk, is this a romantic person who is dead under the peony flowers? He coughs like this ghost, as if he is half a foot ready to step into the coffin, and he is still leisurely coming to Xiangguguan?

The room was really quiet for a while.

After a while, the young man said, "Young man misunderstood."

Chen Tang was confused: "..."

Did anyone talk just now?

The shopkeeper also had a suspicious expression on his face.

The young man sighed and said with a smile: "Some words don't have to be said from the mouth before they can be heard..."

Chen Tang: "..."

The shopkeeper continued to be confused.

Chen Tang felt like a ray of light on her back, and her hair was rising from the rise. She was very sure that the young man said what he had just said to her. But the problem was that she did not express the fault of what she said in her heart. She had always closed her mouth just now and only muttered a few words in her heart...

【Damn, can you hear what I say in my heart?】

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

He asked in a strange tone: "Did the teacher who taught you what you must learn? "

Chen Tang was sure that the young man could peek into her heart, and stopped talking in her heart, and asked, "What?"

The young man said: "Happiness and anger are not reflected in his expression."

As he said that, the unique stroking sound of the fabric came from behind the screen. As his footsteps approached, the figures on the screen became clearer and clearer.

Chen Tang happened to raise his head and faced the strange young man walking out from behind the screen. He vaguely felt that this person's figure was a bit familiar.

The young man was tall and straight, but his complexion didn't look very good, and he looked sick. Although his facial features were handsome, he couldn't resist his cheeks. His eyes were a little blue and black, and his lips were slightly blue. He looked like he had tuberculosis and had a premature death!

When Chen Tang looked at the young man, the young man also used his cold eyes to review and estimate Chen Tang.

Unlike the pathological symptoms he could see at a glance, the young man in front of him had a good appearance of a boy and a girl, with loose eyebrows and slightly deeper facial features than ordinary people. At first glance, he looked a little foreign.

If you ask a young man to describe it in one word, it may not be more appropriate than the four words "young and vigorous".

In the true sense, the young man is still three or five steps away from this young man, and he can feel the hot literary spirit constantly radiating from "him", like a dazzling ball of fire.
Chapter completed!