Chapter 4:Defeating Hunger
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After waking up with a hangover, Sang Wan had a terrible headache. Trembling, she looked for a pot of cold tea and directly poured it down.
Qing Yang was lying on the bed in the inner room of the private room, and when he heard the sound, he c****d his head, his eyes empty, not knowing where he was looking.
Two light knocks sounded on the door, and a male voice rang out, “Building Master, my subordinate has something to ask for.”
Qing Yang lazily returned, “Enter.”
The tiger-headed male was all smiles as he said to Qing Yang, “My subordinate requests to borrow Miss Yu for a day.”
Sang Wan was rubbing her temples, when she heard this, her hand shook and her nail pierced the skin at the corner of her eye, blood oozed out, the fishy odor pungent to her nose, causing Sang Wan to be distracted for a while.
Qing Yang looked at him with a look of wealth, he knew what he was thinking.
“It's okay.”
Sang Wan looked puzzled. Not understanding that he was not a gongzi, what was his role in this small herdsman's building. Only to look inquiringly at the male.
The tiger-headed male fawned and smiled, “Miss Yu, my name is Lin Fei, I am the steward of this building. Today I want you to teach our building the tune you sang last night, do you think it's okay?”
Sang Wan was speechless, the building master had answered, could he still say no?
“It's okay, it's just that I don't really know how to compose music or write brush strokes, so I can only sing it for you guys to listen to.”
Lin Fei hurriedly answered and went to make arrangements.
It was the same male who played the zither yesterday, named Si Qin, a full-time musician.
After Sang Night sang a “Lone Brave Man”, he offered another “Ten Years”.
Si Qin quickly recorded and tried it two or three times, playing a tune as melodious as the modern melody. It was evident that the zither was highly skilled.
Si Qin looked at Sang Wan gratefully and pleaded, “Miss Yu, if you have any other good tunes, please be sure to give them to me! I'm staying in the third room on the second floor.”
Sang Wan agreed, “You love music so much, you can ask me for tunes whenever you have time. Give you the party without burying all this wonderfulness.”
After composing the tune, it was already midday, and Sang Wan felt her stomach twisting with hunger.
Si Qin heard Sang Wan's stomach rumbling and apologetically invited Sang Wan to eat with her.
Si Qin didn't eat much, and a large table of dishes went into Sang Wan's stomach.
Strangely enough, the more Sang Wan ate, the hungrier she got, and the more agitated she became. Realizing something was wrong, she hurriedly excused herself and left.
Looking for Qing Yang all over the building have not found, Sang Wan pulled Lin Fei to inquire, only to know that Qing Yang went out. He also asked about the whereabouts of Qi Kong, but he left in the night.
The sound of heartbeats in the building was like jumping into Sang Wan's heart, every living person was tempting Sang Wan, making her more and more hungry.
She panicked and ran out of Drunken Moon House, running furiously all the way. From the noisy streets, she kept running towards the sparsely populated areas.
It was still dark, and she huddled in the corner of a courtyard. This courtyard was next to a river and was the only one of its kind. There were thirty or so chickens all over the yard.
In the evening, the owner of the yard returned.
Sang Wan developed the urge to suck blood. She felt out the silver hairpin in her pocket and stabbed it into her wrist one by one, relying on the pain to resist the desire!
Time seemed to have passed for a long time, the sky was finally dark, only the moonlight was no longer bright, and the dark clouds were large, appearing gloomy.
Sang Wan's red pupils flashed, releasing the pressure and running into the chicken coop.
When sanity returned, Sang Wan looked at a field of fallen chickens and breathed a sigh of relief! Fortunately no one was hurt!
She washes the silver hairpin and quietly throws it into the room through the window c***k.
Not far away, Qing Yang looked at Sang Wan, his eyes full of complexity. Still a newborn, she can control herself. Very interesting indeed!
When Sang Wan returned to the tavern, the morning tune had already started playing in the hall, Si Qin's voice was thick, and he sang Lone Brave Man with a different flavor.
Sang Wan did not trust Qing Yang but had an inexplicable trust in the Grand Elder. She asked softly, “What is that Wu Ya?” The Grand Elder gave Sang Wan a sidelong glance, “He, ah, is the Sixth Elder.
Qing Yang is the fifth elder.
Did you run into him?
Less contact with him, this guy changes his face faster than turning a book, you can't play with him.” Sang Wan looked at Qing Yang, full of skepticism, meaning are you that powerful? Or an elder?
I really don't look like it!
Qing Yang glanced at her with an expressionless face, seemingly not taking her skepticism to heart at all.
Anyone with discerning eyes could see that this p*****t Qing Yang beside her still listened more to the Grand Elder.
Sang Wan then asked, “Does this have any stipulations on where I have to be? Or who to follow?”
The Grand Elder swallowed his meal and glanced at Qing Yang, who pursed the corners of his mouth, “For safety's sake, you have to follow Qing Yang!” The number of vampires nowadays was extremely low, with a total of six Great Elders working in concert as councilors. Sang Wan noticed the Great Elder's small movements, and did not say anything, “Oh, I see.
Then can I eat?” Qing Yang was noncommittal and lowered his head to eat.
Sang Wan decided to decide for herself, if they could all eat, she wouldn't say she couldn't, right? So he also ate some of his own food. When evening came, Drunken Moon House opened. A dozen or so males of all colors were ushered in and out.
It turns out that this is a small herdsman building.
On the center stage a cold-eyed gentleman was playing the zither, the sound of the zither was melodious and faintly sad. It is not like the sound of music.
Sang evening stood on the third floor by the railing, quietly listening to the sound of the zither. Seven Air waited until the end of the song, laughed loudly and pulled on Qing Yang to leap onto the stage, handing him a sword. Raising his eyebrows, he said, “Give me a more domineering tune!”
The sound of the zither rotated, impassioned. One green and one white, spunky but powerful.
The crowd applauded.
Qikong looked like an old boy, pulling Qing Yang to dance for three songs. Some guests have asked the price of the two people on the stage.
The building in charge of the tiger head and brain of the gentleman made a bow to explain, this is the owner of the building is in the mood to play a few swords. Seven empty face proudly.
Qing Yang, however, blackened his face and silently did not squeak.
He jumped off the stage and quickly went up to the third floor.
Qing Yang pulled over Sang Wan: “Come drink with me!” The two sat in the private room, each drinking their own. An altar of wine quickly reached the bottom.
Sang Wan had few friends and had not indulged in drinking after the incident.
Wine this thing, a person drinking is extremely boring, two people drinking, but the aftertaste is long.
Drinking later, the two held the altar, dry up the cup, still no words, but a lot closer.
Sang night alcohol since it is not compared to Qing Yang this kind of veteran. Three altars down, already dizzy.
The good thing is that the wine is not bad, not hitting and smashing, just talk a lot more. “Hmph, stinking man, miss my mother is your loss!
Lao Miang will be angry with you left and right in the future!” Hearing Qing Yang doubts and suspicions, but in the spirit of alcohol, did not do a deeper investigation.
Sang night humming half a day, and then turned into a bold McMasters, the wrong room as a ktv, so sang a song aloud. “Love you walk alone in the dark alley, love you do not kneel in the mold, love you confront over despair, refused to cry a ......”
Alcohol on the head of the McBar's voice is loud and deafening, attracting the tiger head of that male, two eyes staring at the door of the private room.
Qing Yang listening to the songs never heard, looking at the table lying on the sleep of Sang Wan, snapped to know where it is wrong, before this is a horizontal walk Lord, turned into a vampire actually changed the nature of the not?
Seven empty building full of teasing the gentlemen to play, was Qingyang mandatory pull back to the private room. Drinking to half the night, seven empty on the resignation, back to Kyoto.
Between words, Sang night much praise.
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