The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

As soon as Shen Moyan got off the stage, Xue's car had been waiting outside the Litang Garden for a long time, and the clever little boy ran up to him with a smile on his face as soon as he came out.

"Boss Shen, my young master is waiting for you." After finishing speaking, Xiao Tong quickly opened the back door of the car, bent down and respectfully invited the nobleman to take a seat.

At this time, the two men who suddenly followed from the backyard looked like actors from the troupe of the Liyuan. The hairpins on their hair had not been removed, and their faces were painted with willow eyebrows and red makeup.

A Tsing Yi in the appearance of a rich lady, and a Hua Dan in the appearance of a noble concubine, their eyes were fixed on the rare foreign cars in Rongcheng, and they did not dodge. They leaned against the door frame and chatted with each other, clearly wanting to tell Shen Moyan.

"This skin looks good but it's different. We brothers, only this Phoenix that climbed up the high branch can ride in Xue's car. I'm so envious." Pick it up, if you look carefully, there is an indescribable charm, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

The man in Tsing Yi next to him is not as good-looking as he is, his plain face is somewhat heroic, not like a female Jiao'e, but he can be seen to be a man, hiding behind the imperial concubine with his lips pursed tightly, crying worriedly. Pulling the corner of his clothes, he muttered: "Senior brother, stop talking."

"Tch, what are you afraid of!" The imperial concubine broke away from her cuffs disapprovingly, rolled her eyes and stared at the Tsing Yi, and scolded ironically, "Look at your cowardly appearance." After finishing speaking, she poked him vigorously with her finger. Forehead, pushing the person away violently.

Shen Moyan was about to bow and get into the car, when he heard the noise, he turned his head and saw the two people standing there, but he was not surprised, turned around and bowed his hands respectfully: "Third senior brother, fifth senior brother."

"Hey, I can't bear it. Boss Shen is Young Master Xue's darling now. You bow to me. If you don't know it, you think I bullied you. Tomorrow I will be kicked out of Rongcheng by Xue's family." The noble concubine raised her eyebrows provocatively, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a sarcastic way, showing disdain.

"Third senior brother, forget it, let's go." Tsing Yi didn't want to cause trouble, and grabbed his arm to pull him into the garden.

"You don't have a place to talk, get out! You are afraid of him, but I am not!" The noble concubine pushed away the fifth child, and strode up to Shen Moyan.

He glanced at the little boy with a domineering face, turned to look at him, and said in a tone of words: "Shen Moyan, there is no such thing as a flower without a hundred days, and a person without a hundred days of redness. Today, Young Master Xue bought Litang for you." Yuan, count your ability, but don't forget...our own identities!"

As he said that, the third child reached out to grab his palm and squeezed it secretly, there seemed to be something in his eyes.

Shen Moyan was slightly stunned, still unable to brush him away, recalling in his mind the scene of the youngest child being obscene and obscene in the wing room when he was young, he bit his lips and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, let's take a step to talk. "

The noble concubine stared at him secretly, nodded, turned around and walked towards the garden, poking the fifth child with disgust: "Like a piece of wood, roll in, what should you do!"

Tsing Yi, who was stunned by the scolding, lowered his eyelids and murmured in grievance, and ran to the backyard quickly without refuting, not daring to stay any longer.

The youngest looked at the back of the young man who ran away, frowned slightly, and his emotions were fluctuating, but he deliberately turned around and glanced at Shen Moyan, and said sarcastically, "Aren't you leaving? Do you want me to invite you?"

Shen Moyan sighed, bowed slightly to apologize to the Xue family boy, and followed him into the yard.

The third child is not a bad person, he always told himself that, when he was beaten by his master when he was a child, the brothers in the Liyuan team were silent and dared not speak, only the third child would apply medicine for him after the incident, and coax him to break his tears with a hidden pastry .

Shen Moyan couldn't remember exactly how long it took, or he accidentally bumped into the third child after being thrown into a fan opera by the master, or when the third child saw him practice harder, and when they bumped into each other again, the third child looked at him. His gaze is much more complicated, hiding some unspeakable meaning.

Before he came on stage to sing, the third child has always been the pillar of the Liyuan Hall. If it sounds good, it is called a famous actress, but if it is bad, it is the number one male JI that the master uses to curry favor with the rich and powerful in the city.

No matter how beautiful the scenery is, the lining may rot into maggots.

Shen Moyan shook his head and didn't want to think too much. After all, Master can no longer control them. Since he is the master of the house, with the backing of Xue Mansion, the brothers don't have to go to the door to take off their clothes and let others play with them. It's just the third child...but heals hate him...

It doesn't matter how long he endured it, it's a friendship he grew up with, not to mention he can still remember the bloody lower body of the third child when he was sent to the Tingke's house again by the master.

Shen Moyan frowned between his brows, trying to get rid of this memory, but fortunately he has Xue Shaoqing, fortunately he has Xue Shaoqing.

Otherwise, he might have already been a cold corpse.

Walking to the shade of the trees in the garden, the third child was already waiting for him, Shen Moyan walked up to him obediently, nodded and said: "Brother, do you have anything to say?"

"Order?" The third child sneered, the flower hairpins on top of his head trembled, and the upturned corners of his eyes were indescribably beautiful: "Now, how dare I tell you that in this pear garden, life or death is up to you. It's a matter of one word."

"Third senior brother..." Shen Moyan finally couldn't bear it, lowered his eyes and whispered: "Don't be like this...we are always brothers..."

"Yeah...brother..." The third child shook his head, with a wry smile: "Unfortunately, the same family has different fates, and the master who covered the sky with one hand was all driven away by you... The rest of us... It's just an ant in your hand...if you squeeze it to death...then there is no chance of survival..."

Shen Moyan bit his lips, and looked at him sincerely: "I never thought of embarrassing you..."

"You haven't thought about it? What about the Xue family?" The youngest's sharp eyes seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword, and he turned his head away as if trying to calm down his emotions. He said with restraint: "Shen Moyan, I didn't come here on purpose to upset you today. , I really have something to ask you."

"Don't say that," he waved his hands, and simply took a step back and bowed his hands: "Third senior brother, Mo Yan will never forget your kindness when you were young. If you have any difficulties, just say clearly that you can help, Mo Yan will definitely go through fire and water. No excuses."

"Heh..." The third child chuckled softly, his eyes were filled with soreness: "It really is the literary talent taught by Mr. Xue himself... Is it different from us bastards..."

"Senior brother..." Shen Moyan still wanted to comfort him, but he suddenly knelt straight on the ground, his beautiful face in red trembled wildly, and his face was full of sorrow.

"What are you doing!" Shen Moyan was so shocked that he hurriedly helped the third child up, but he opened it with one hand, and looked up blankly, his scarlet eyes and brows glistening.

"Shen Moyan," the youngest said tremblingly, leaning over and smacking his head until his forehead flushed red: "If I have offended you in the past, this smacking is to apologize to you! May your lord have a lot, don't blame me !"

"Third brother, get up, get up! I didn't blame you, never!" Shen Moyan shook his head repeatedly, bent over to help him, but he still couldn't match his strength, and was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

#####Happy Tanabata, babies