LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 52 They lied to you
These are usually paintings of real people, but now with descriptive paintings, they instantly attract many people to watch around.
Everyone is waiting for the painting to be finished to see what it looks like and whether it looks like it.
As the painter's brush strokes began to shine, the appearance of the long fish bridge was roughly revealed. Song Tingran was very surprised. He did not expect that the master was right in front of him.
"It's really like that, you are so awesome."
Sang Cheng also nodded repeatedly. Seeing that the painter was quite capable, passers-by also wanted to paint a picture.
"Your skills are enough to work as a painter in a government office."
Faced with Song Tingran's unabashed praise, the painter just smiled. She put down the pen and handed it to Song Tingran for inspection.
"Oh, isn't this the piano player from the tavern?"
As soon as the words came out, Song Tingran stood up directly. The person who said this was an older girl.
"Have you met him?"
This person was also a little confused and said: "I haven't seen him before. He is a new student in Rouqing Hall a few months ago. He plays the Yueqin very well, and many people come to support him. If you want to find him, go directly to Rouqing Guan, what kind of portrait are you painting?"
Song Tingran originally planned to paint more if her paintings were good and post missing persons notices everywhere, but she didn't expect that it would take no effort at all. She put the painting money on the table and went to Rouqing Pavilion.
Someone was soliciting customers at the entrance of Rouqing Pavilion. Seeing that Song Tingran was well dressed, he came directly to greet him, regardless of whether there was Sang Cheng beside him.
"Sir, come in, have a sip of tea and listen to a little song. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
"But there is one who can play the Yueqin, who is called Changyuqiao?"
The waiter smiled helplessly and led the person inside while talking.
"Recently, we have a guy from Yuqiao who is looking for us. He is like a flowing water, but he is ill and really can't play the piano. So, I will find a few others who can play the piano, and we can have a good time."
Generally speaking, in such a scene, the husband would have had the vision to go home consciously, but Sang Cheng still followed him and walked inside. The waiter was a little dissatisfied, but in the end he didn't say anything, just looked at Song Ting Ran, with a thoughtful expression.
"Sir, are you going to sell it?"
The waiter glanced at Sang Cheng intentionally or unintentionally. Apart from being thinner, his other conditions were still good.
"No, I took him out to play. He needs to grow a fish bridge. It doesn't matter if he is sick. He comes out to meet him and have a drink."
Song Tingran took out two hundred coins from his waist. The waiter looked disdainful and felt that he had made a mistake.
"This is a reward for you alone, please take the trouble."
The waiter's face changed instantly, he took the money with a flattering look, put it into his pocket, and took Song Tingran and Sang Cheng to a box upstairs.
"Two distinguished guests, please wait a moment. This is the best tea. I'll come as soon as I go."
The waiter left. Song Tingran checked around and found nothing unusual, then he sat down and waited with confidence.
Soon, the door of the private room was pushed open, but the person who came was not Changyuqiao. The waiter brought several other niches and the steward of Rouqing Hall.
"Oh, dear guest, I heard that you came all the way to listen to the Yue Qin, but what a coincidence, you are really sick and can't get up from bed. There are several of our new students here. You have passed by."
Song Tingran snorted, took out two taels of silver, and threw it on the table. Sang Cheng pretended to be scared and stood behind shivering.
When the steward saw the silver, his mouth watered. He stepped forward and took it away naturally, saying: "Don't be angry, they are all here to play, right? Let me go down and take a look, and I will lift it up for you to take a look at." But, just take a look.”
"Well, let's go."
After a while, the steward came in with a weak young boy and introduced him happily.
"The steward of the Rouqing Pavilion, right? You are considered a famous restaurant in Changkou Town, but you are still selling the dog's head!"
"Ah? Sir, how can you tell me this? We are all doing regular business."
Song Tingran smashed the cup in his hand, pointed at the young man he had brought, and asked: "Do you think I am a blind man or a fool? Is this a long fish bridge?"
The steward waved his hand, and the young boy withdrew, helped Song Tingran sit down, and opened his mouth to apologize.
"Sir, please don't be angry. Let me tell you the truth. This Changyuqiao is really very ill. I'm afraid that seeing the noble person might spread the illness to him."
"It doesn't matter, I just miss him so much. I'll be satisfied if we meet and talk to him once."
Song Tingran knew that in this small restaurant, the rich were the ancestors. If he wanted to see Changyuqiao, he was afraid that the manager would take it seriously and want to make more money.
She took out another one tael of silver and said, "Just meet him once. It won't take much effort. I'll buy him some more medicinal materials afterwards to replenish his health."
"I like you as a reasonable and distinguished guest. Wait, there will be no problem this time."
After they left, Sang Cheng whispered: "My wife, I'm afraid this is not a bottomless pit."
"It's okay, I have a way. We have to confirm first whether the Changyu Bridge is here or not."
After waiting for a long time, Song Tingran paced back and forth in the room. The tea had been served two or three times, but no one was seen. Just when she was about to go out and make a scene, two waiters were holding a disheveled man. He came over, put this person directly on the stool, and sat down.
One of them said: "Sir, Changyuqiao is here. Let's chat slowly. If you need anything, call me."
Sang Cheng quickly closed the door with quick eyes and hands, walked over, and pushed his hair away with his hands.
"Do not touch me!"
Although his voice was hoarse, Sang Cheng still recognized him as Chang Yuqiao.
"Third brother, it's me, it's me, Sang Cheng."
Chang Yuqiao suddenly raised his head, and then he saw that his face was full of tears, and his eyes were swollen with only a gap left. His face seemed to have been wiped in advance, but there were still traces of dust.
"Sang Cheng, you, why are you here? Go quickly, leave quickly, I will cover you."
Sang Cheng couldn't hold himself any longer and hugged Chang Yuqiao tightly.
"hiss--"
Sang Cheng quickly let go and turned up his sleeves, which were covered with bruises. Chang Yuqiao stopped him and shook his head indifferently.
"Third brother, don't be afraid. My wife is here and will take you home."
Only then did Chang Yuqiao realize that Song Tingran, who was standing on the other side, was heartbroken when he came in, so he didn't pay attention.
He stood up holding on to the table in disbelief, his legs trembling. Song Tingran hurried over and helped him sit down again.
"Wife, Master Wife, how did you find me?"
Song Tingran briefly talked about the good things in Shuiyue Village. Chang Yuqiao clenched his fists and closed his eyes sadly.
"Liars, they lied to you."
"what?"
"I was deceived into going home by that letter from home. They said they missed me and wanted to see me, just to sell me again to support my family."