Back Off, Let Me Come

"Hey, look at that fiery red sun is a biscuit..."

"It's flat and round..."

Shen Tang is a person who can't keep his mouth shut.

When she is in the mood, she will hum a few tunes that are unfamiliar to her. The song can't be tuned, the tune can't be tuned, and there is a bad habit of changing the lyrics blindly, and humming vaguely when you can't sing.

The tone is rude and unpleasant.

But she sang happily.

The only thing that makes me unhappy is probably praying for good things.

"...Hey, you are like the rain in spring, the wind in summer, the apples in autumn, and the fire in winter, burning my heart, hehe - baby, burning my heart!" The eleven-twelve-year-old boy's voice is clearer and clearer, Much sharper than boys of the same age.

The sound is not loud, but it is very penetrating.

Qishan: "..."

Whenever Shen Xiaolangjun sings, he complains that his ears are too good. Wen Xin has a bonus to the five senses, which means that he and Shen Tang can clearly hear what she sings six or seven feet apart. It was impossible for him to run away completely, so he could only grit his teeth and endure being tortured.

It's not like he didn't try to silence Shen Tang.

Shen Tang backhanded revenge, doubly silenced, double sang out of tune, the lyrics became more vulgar and straightforward, passionate and unrestrained.

Naked [naked] hurt each other.

Kill one thousand enemies and lose two thousand to yourself: "..."

Come on, he admits defeat, he can't be more coquettish.

Shen Tang sang more and more enthusiastically.

Does it matter whether Qi Shan is happy or not?

It doesn't matter, what matters is that she is happy.

In the end, she was overwhelmed with joy...

Not long after going down the mountain, I met a group of about a thousand people escorting food and grass. Although the scale is small, it is obviously a group of elites. The soldiers are full of blood, and the soldiers on both sides are always vigilant about the surrounding situation, and their eyes are shining brightly from time to time.

Each of the baggage carts is fully loaded.

Shen Tang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his eyelids, ready to flash to the side of the road with Qi Shan and make way for the road.

Just two steps away, someone came on horseback. Judging by his attire, he probably has a moderate position in the army. It may not be enough to put it in the military camp, but it is enough to strike hard at ordinary people, boss them around, and put on a soldier's air.

Shen Tang had no choice but to stop.

The man was riding on a horse, with his whip curled up, while raising his brows sideways, looking sideways at Shen Tang.

"Little lady, were you the one who sang loudly just now?"

Shen Tang has removed the disguise of the scar-faced brawny man and returned to his true appearance. The sky is slightly dark, and the monogram is transparent, making it easy to overlook. So she became a "little lady" again.

Shen Tang was silent, and replied: "It's me."

Seeing this, Qi Shan stepped forward to block Shen Tang.

Unexpectedly, the soldier pointed the whip at Qi Shan's nose, and said impatiently and arrogantly: "Get out of the way! What does it have to do with you, a shabby and poor scribe, when I talk to this little lady?"

Praying for Poor and Poor Scholar Shan: "..."

Shen Tang burst out laughing.

The soldier said: "Please, little lady, please come with me for a while."

Shen Tang thought for a while, then nodded in agreement.

It’s okay if she doesn’t agree.

Xiaocheng was surrounded by rebels, and it was obviously impossible to escape to escort any food, grass and baggage. The soldier in front of him was dressed in the same style as the rebels who went up to search for Yancheng County Governor, and his identity and position were clearly revealed. If you refuse rashly, I'm afraid it will end badly.

However, she has one condition.

Shen Tang timidly grabbed Qi Shan's sleeve, shrank his shoulders, and said softly: "Master Bing, can my brother from the slave family come over too?"

Praying for goodness is like being struck by lightning, in a trance.

Shen Tang deliberately spoke with a pinched throat, a little less clear and hearty, and a little more like Wu Nong's soft words. If you close your eyes and don't look at people, you will really think that the person speaking is a sign girl. But it was this thought that shocked him so much.

Bingtou glanced at him and prayed for good.

He waved his hand: "Okay, come on over."

To be cautious, both of them secretly put away their literary monograms. As long as they restrained their literary aura, they would look like ordinary people.

They were brought by the soldiers to their immediate superiors who were responsible for escorting the food and fodder. At first, Shen Tang thought he would see a greasy middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears or a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Only when he saw the young man sitting on the baggage cart did he realize that he was overthinking it.

Although this world is very chaotic, it is really a paradise for Yan Gou, especially literary scholars and brave warriors. The people Shen Tang has seen so far have good facial features and a temperament - even if they look... Ordinary, but definitely not ugly.

The young man in front of me has nothing to do with this word.

The young man was dressed in dark clothes and his long hair was tied into many small braids, which were gathered together and tied up with a hair crown. Shen Tang's eyes moved upward - probably the young man rarely stayed up late, his hair was not tied tightly, his hair was long and black, and his hairline did not look dangerous.

The style of dressing is not like that of the survivors of the Xin Kingdom, but rather a bit of a foreign style. The sleeves were very narrow, and he wore a pair of iron armor wristbands with a ferocious snake pattern. He wore a shoulder pad on one shoulder, and a skirt armor hanging on his waist. The other armor parts were unknown where they went.

At this time, he was sitting lazily on the piles of baggage grain and grass, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, stretching his neck and looking in the direction where Shen Tang came from. He is tall and sits tall. The soldier stepped forward and replied: "Boss, I brought you here, what do you think you should do with it?"

Shen Tang: "..."

Isn’t it right? Singing is also illegal?

Qishan secretly rolled his eyes——

Look, the rebels can't stand the poison of Shen Xiaolangjun's demonic voice, and they are ready to "justice".

The young man spoke elegantly with a strong accent and was not very proficient in speaking. He asked Shen Tang: "Did you sing the song just now?"

Shen Tang said: "Yes."

Qishan was ready to hear the young man get angry, but unexpectedly, the young man acted unreasonably. His dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he sincerely praised: "The sound of nature! Mama, you sing so beautifully!"

Qishan: "..."

Shen Mama Xidang Mama Tang: "..."

Is she having a big son drop from the sky?

She was called mom when they met each other. Even though Shen Tang liked to be someone's father, she felt a little embarrassed and at a loss at this moment.

She smiled awkwardly but politely.

"No, no... I sing so-so, so-so. Just praise me. You don't have to call me 'Mom' so enthusiastically..."

Qishan's mouth twitched: "...people call you little lady."

It’s not like you recognize your mother when you first meet her.

When he was young, he traveled extensively with his friends.

The two of them traveled together, climbing mountains and wading everywhere.

If the identification is correct, young people should be a special group near the border of Geng Kingdom. It is said that hundreds of years ago, our ancestors were tired of war and led their people to live in seclusion in the mountains. Living in isolation for hundreds of years, their living customs are very different from the development of the outside world.

"Mama" is equal to "little lady", and it is called a little girl.

As for singing aesthetics——

emmm…

It’s not surprising that all this clan has problems.

Shen Tang: "...Oh."

The young man warmly invited Shen Tang to come with him so that he could communicate and learn about singing skills. An official beside him hesitated and seemed to step forward to persuade the young man not to let strangers approach the food team, but he didn't know what he was afraid of, so he took back the steps he took. .

The young man pointed enthusiastically at the baggage truck next door.

"Mama, sit here."

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There is only one update and I will make it up tomorrow (I haven’t finished updating the 3,000-word investment nodes for 30 consecutive days since I started the book. I really feel sorry for the trust of all investors)

Tang Mei's lyrics are adapted from "A Love Song".

[Continuing from yesterday’s chat]

The character descriptions of "Tui Zhen" and "The Empress" are different. "The Empress" can use the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room to give appropriate keywords to remind readers of characters who appear after a long interval. Therefore, the information of each character can be fragmented and interspersed in different locations, and there is no need to worry about the consequences of not appearing for a long time. Readers forget the plot of the characters, because the barrage will remind (it has to be admitted that it is also a reasonable way of hydrology).

But "Tui Zhen" is different. The perspective is a normal third perspective, and there is no commentary reminder from the salted fish audience. In a serialized article that is destined to be long and with many characters, the character information is too fragmented and does not appear for a long time. It is easy for readers to forget this character (there is no denying that a master can create an impressive character in a few words, even if hundreds of thousands of people have passed. The characters can be remembered by readers, but Shiitake is obviously not such a player. The fullness of the characters can only be achieved through the improvement of the background plot. Looking back now, the barrage live broadcast is actually more convenient).

Because of these considerations, Xianggu tried to change the narrative method, so it was inevitable to slow down the pace in Qishan's home game and try to further improve his background story. At present, it seems that it is not very successful (Thanks to the readers of the previous chapter for their support, but there is indeed a problem with the rhythm, and the number of chapters in each chapter is very telling).

I'll try to juggle adjustments.