Chapter 10: Desolate Injury

The storyteller waited for the girl to pick up enough money and then continued to talk. Tang Jinlou saw the thin old man looking around with his turbid eyes open, then closed his eyes, and leaned against the platform and took a nap.

Tang Jinlou admired the old man's heartlessness. He had noticed that several people with bad faces were secretly saying something, and looked at the old man from time to time. Tang Jinlou looked at their clothes and dressed. He probably came from somewhere in the martial arts world. He shook his head in his heart: You can also appreciate this little money.

The storyteller blew over for another half an hour, and then he was still unsatisfied. He finished with a sentence "If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown". Then the girl came on the plate again, but this time there were fewer people who gave the money, mostly those who had not given it before, or were new guests who came in to listen to the book.

The storyteller bowed to the guest below and then left the stage. The girl handed him the purse and copper plate, but went on stage again. Tang Jinlou saw that the storyteller entered the back hall through a small door, and he didn't know what the girl in charge of collecting money wanted to do. But he heard a very desolate erhu sound and remembered that the girl opened her red lips lightly and sang the song in a silence.

"Unfortunate." Tang Jinlou looked bitter. He was really not used to listening to this opera. After listening for a while, he felt that although the girl didn't understand what she sang, her voice was pleasant and not uncomfortable. He listened carefully and the accompaniment of the erhu sound was desolate and distant, and there was a sense of sadness in his bones, which was actually very interesting.

Tang Jinlou glanced at his eyes and was shocked to find that the accompaniment of the erhu was actually the confused old man who was dozing under the stage just now! However, although he was still leaning under the stage, he was seriously pulling the erhu seriously. He closed his eyes gently to cover the turbid light of his eyes, and he looked a bit more masterful.

It turned out to be a musician with a legitimate profession. Tang Jinlou thought to himself: I thought it was the waiter who didn't pay attention and let the brothers of the Beggars' Gang come in...

After the girl finished singing a paragraph, she took out a copper plate from behind as if she was making a trick. Tang Jinlou secretly said that she had just seen her handing over this thing to the storyteller, why did she take out another one? I don’t know where she put the East in...

The guests below were all exhausted, and a few rogue-like guests laughed loudly, saying that the girl was pretty. The girl was quite thin-skinned and didn't say a word except singing. When she heard these words, she instantly blushed.

Tang Jinlou was not interested in these words at first, but knowing that in this era, introverted girls were extremely introverted, and thin-skinned women were even thinner like a layer of film, so he was a little contemptuous of what these scoundrels said. When several scoundrels saw the girl blushing, their originally beautiful faces became more charming, and their mouths became even more ill.

Tang Jinlou was just disgusted, but when he saw them becoming presumptuous and didn’t like the depressed fire accumulated by listening to music, he narrowed his eyes and stood up from his seat. He thought to himself: Mom, beat up a few gangsters, and just practice the Huashan martial arts that I was already a little unfamiliar with.

At this time, the waiter stood up first before Tang Jinlou. He smiled and said to the gangsters: "Several guests, please sit down and enjoy the performance. Don't disturb everyone's sexuality..."

The gangsters interrupted him and said, "What are you saying? After entering the teahouse and collecting tea money, we are your masters. I will do whatever I want. As long as you don't demolish your house, can you control it?"

"Yes, yes," the waiter smiled formulaicly, "It was the case, but our master said that all musicians, storytellers, actors, etc. in our tea shop are considered people from our tea shop. Don't cause trouble for them."

The gangsters turned their eyes to a very tall scoundrel in the middle. The guy glared, grabbed the waiter's clothes, and said angrily: "Boy, did I just praise the little girl for a few words, why did you bully her? What do you mean by not asking for trouble for her? Do you believe it or not, I will go and trouble for her now."

The waiter tried hard to break away from the big man's hand and tidied up his clothes. Tang Jinlou looked around and saw that the guests were a little panicked and some left, but none of the waiters in the store came over. It was not because they were afraid that they were just doing their own things in an orderly manner, as if they believed that the waiter could handle this matter alone. Tang Jinlou couldn't help but be surprised.

While tidying up the wrinkles on the clothes, the waiter said, "You have to think about it, it is not a good thing to offend our master."

Several gangsters were furious, but the tall man became a little alert. He thought for a while and said, "Who are your master? Don't you know that we are from the Black Dragon Gang? If you don't give us the Black Dragon Gang face, don't you want to open a store in Hengyang City?!"

The waiter tidied up his clothes, raised his head, and laughed in silence: "Heilong Gang, we, Mr. Liu San, won't take it seriously yet."

"Master Liu San?" The man's face changed. Tang Jinlou said "Huh?" and sat back on his original position. He heard the man continue to ask, "Which Master Liu San."

"Of course it's Master Liu San from the Hengshan School," the waiter sneered slightly, took away the teacup that was gangsters, and said, "Please, please."

The gangsters looked at each other in a cold sweat.

Tang Jinlou regretfully withdrew his gaze. He did not expect that this inconspicuous tea shop was actually the property of Liu Zhengfeng in Hengshan. No wonder the waiter was so arrogant. In a blink of an eye, the girl had already left the stage and had already left. It seemed that she was indeed very shy.

At this time, the waiter - seeing that he was so capable, Tang Jinlou almost thought he was not a waiter - he stood up to announce the next program. As for the previous song, it was naturally cancelled. Anyway, everyone had not given the money to the girl.

Tang Jinlou was siping tea, and only heard a whimpering erhu sound. When Tang Jinlou saw that it was indeed the old man who liked to squat in the corner of the audience, he was seriously pulling his erhu.

This time, unlike the accompaniment just now, the old man's tune seemed even more desolate and irritated. Everyone in the hall was attracted by the sad rhythm of this song. Even if there were a few who thought that the tune of his tune was not festive enough, they would not dare to show up at the table that honestly and not yet have new tea, and they would not dare to say their thoughts loudly.
Chapter completed!