Back Off, Let Me Come

Zhai Huan made up his mind to get a big one.

But he never expected that the vote would be so big.

Let’s break it down into two parts.

Shen Tang was invited by the young man to visit his camp. The tent area was huge, and the ground was covered with thick layers of felt animal skins, and the feet were soft to the touch, which also showed his position in the rebel army. Unlike his crisp and clean impression, this litter is quite messy.

One word seems to explain it perfectly.

Kennel (ω)

A literal doghouse.

Various little bits and pieces were thrown haphazardly on the ground.

Shen Tang casually scanned and found a lot of rare gadgets. Delicately shaped gold, silver, jade, treasures and antiques can be seen everywhere in the corners, and a plate of shiny pearls the size of longan is placed on the table.

The young man glanced at it without even looking at it.

The pearls crackled and rolled to the ground.

Reaching out to the bottom of the low table, he carefully took out the neatly arranged thick paper full of ghost symbols, raised his head and beckoned Shen Tang to sit down as well. He is not used to sitting with tired legs, and it is only him and Shen Tang in private, so how comfortable it is.

One leg is relaxed and comfortable, and the other leg is propped up as a support for the right arm. When tired, the center of gravity shifts sideways. Comfortable is comfortable, but it is not pleasing to the eyes of some people, for example - praying for good.

He sat upright, looking at his nose and heart with his eyes.

Shen Tang never knew how to write the word polite.

She also sat down, more casually than the young man.

Ask the youth: "No one packs these things for you?"

He is really a wealthy person who throws so much money on the ground casually!

"I don't like people entering my territory..." The young man rummaged through his proud work of the past few days without looking up, "As for these worthless bastards, how many do you want... Well, I found it, Mama, what do you think I did?"

His eyes were piercing, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a beautiful arc, as if he was waiting for Shen Tang to be amazed.

Shen Tang: "...???"

Worthless……

Broken thing?

She said: "Your words hurt me."

The young man was startled, terrified and aggrieved.

"Hurt you? When did it happen? I didn't."

"You have!" Shen Tang sighed and drooped his brows, and teased with a half-smile: "I am a poor man, penniless and poor, so poor that I have to study how to drink northwest wind so that I won't starve to death. You are so poor You said this in front of a poor man and you said it didn’t hurt me?”

The young man was dumb, and it took him a long time to understand what he meant, and said, "If you like, I can give you all these, so that you won't be poor? No, no, no—the ground stuff won't work, I'll ask someone to bring some back... As much as you want."

"As much as you want... Your adoptive father won't have any objections?" Shen Tang didn't mean to provoke dissension, she was just curious, why would a adoptive father condone such a prodigal son?

"Father? He won't say anything." The young man's voice was much weaker than before. Shen Tang thought that the young man was displeased, so he wisely stopped mentioning it, and looked down at the music score he gave him.

Perhaps it has something to do with Shen Tang's proficiency in writing. She felt no pressure reading the young man's handwritten score, and hummed softly, and tapped her fingers on the table from time to time to find the time.

Qishan: "..."

He shouldn't be here, he should be outside!

But he couldn't rest assured that Mr. Shen Xiaolang was alone with a young man who didn't know the details, so he could only endure the pain of being poisoned in his ears, and tried his best not to think about that bad tune. At this time, the young man looked at Shen Tang with his chin in one hand: "Mama, what happened just now..."

Shen Tang looked up at him: "What's the matter?"

Half of the words are not kind.

"My brother-in-law offended Mama, and I apologize on his behalf." His brother-in-law will suffer a lot from this sooner or later.

Shen Tang was stunned for a moment before she remembered what the young man was referring to.

That bearded man's "pointing fingers and cursing Huai".

No, it's not "pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huai trees".

After all, there is a fig leaf for the real "pointing at mulberry trees and scolding huaihuai". The bearded man is an obvious humiliation. First of all, "the daughters of the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarian girls." Isn't this just a disguised way of calling young people "barbarians"? The next section becomes even more despicable.

He mentioned Fireworks Willow Alley for no reason, mocked Shen Tang, and compared her to a promiscuous woman. So what is the identity of the young man who brought her back?

When she heard those words, she rolled her eyes inwardly. Such a small belly is a waste of that high-altitude body.

But, that's not the point.

Shen Tang snorted.

"You understand he is..."

If you don't understand, you won't apologize privately.

"Of course I can understand it. I have been learning Yayan since I was a child, and I have worked hard. It's just that the family members around me used to speak the dialect of my hometown, so I used less Yayan and the accent was heavy. It sounds very lame." This sentence Although he said the words with a smile, there was a flash of coldness in his eyes. If Qi Shan and Shen Tang hadn't been paying attention, they would have ignored it.

Shen Tang raised his eyebrows inwardly.

It seems that this young man is not as innocent and straightforward as he appears - in comparison, Xiaofang is indeed easier to deceive.

The young man came closer and asked, "Mama, what do you think of the music score?"

Qi Shan rolled his eyes inwardly and was always ready to come to the rescue - hmph, he wanted to hear what comments Shen Xiaolangjun had to say.

Unexpectedly, Shen Tang commented and appreciated in a similar manner: "The first half of Que homesickness, the second half Que recalls people. At first I thought it was missing my sweetheart, but when I tasted the feelings in the song carefully, I was moved to tears. It should be the prodigal son homesick, Wandering son recalls mother..."

The young man suddenly opened his eyes slightly and moved his lips.

Gradually, red spread around the eyes.

Tears were on the verge of falling.

Qishan: "..."

For a moment, I had the illusion of doubting my life.

Shen Xiaolangjun actually got it right?

Hey, it's true.

When he first created this score, he accidentally ate a stack of hometown-style dishes, which was also the dish his mother was best at and the only dish she knew. As he ate, he thought of his grandma.

That night I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so I put on my clothes and got up in the middle of the night to go to the east kitchen.

Inspired and inspired, I composed this piece of music.

He didn't expect that Mama actually understood him.

Qishan looked at the young man with red eyes, and then looked at the ghostly symbols on the music score, falling into a long period of self-doubt.

He really couldn't understand, how did Mr. Shen taste the core feelings of "the prodigal son homesick for his hometown, and the wandering son remembers his mother" from words such as "I don't sleep at night to eat vegetables" and "I was caught stealing vegetables in the middle of the night"? Is it his fault or someone else's fault?

Just when he was doubting his life, Shen Tang's operation exceeded his lower limit. Shen Xiaolangjun actually asked him to accompany him, and the three of them wanted to "make friends through fun"! Qishan's expression instantly distorted.

It took a lot of rationality to resist the urge to lift the table and leave.

You two, please stop insulting the four words "to make friends with pleasure"!

only--

When the young man turned over to find a jade flute and looked at him expectantly, he endured and endured, telling himself that this is the enemy's base camp, this is the enemy's base camp, this is the enemy's base camp... and took the cost of the flute with a smile. Expensive jade flute.

The young man played the drum and Shen Tang played the pipa.

Qishan: "..."

Is this torture? ? ?