Tang Zhangwei finally followed Fei Xuechun's advice, and he decided to greet General Tang Zhangwei with a rain of petals, and this General Tang Zhangwei was very breathless. "Miscellaneous ※ Zhi ※ Worm"

Because, this kind of work is not what General Tang Zhangwei wants to do, but he has to do it.

Under Fei Xuechun's arrangement, the beautiful Luzon girls took bamboo baskets and filled the baskets with flower petals, and then these people sprinkled petal rain on Tang Zhaozong.

Tang Zhangwei was very proud, he felt that this was a good idea. Obviously, Tang Zhaozong and the others accepted Tang Zhangwei's petal rain, but Tang Zhaozong himself cared about practical interests.

Tang Zhaozong hoped to get much more money from Tang Zhangwei than Sun Duolu, and at the same time he wanted to establish a direct territory on Luzon.

Will Tang Zhangwei satisfy Tang Zhaozong? The answer is obvious.

If I'm annoying you with my chatter, I really hope you will understand. Once I can meet anyone who knows that there are books in this world, my conversation box will not be closed. In such a country, you have to forgive such mistakes. ”

"Oh, but I like to talk about books. I think it's really good to read. I mean, what would life be like without books? What a - a - "

"What a private sanctuary. That's true—"

They couldn't wait to talk, first about books, then about hunting, and the girl seemed to be interested in hunting, and asked Flory to tell her. When he described the elephant he had hunted a few years earlier, she was thrilled. Flory barely noticed, and perhaps the girl didn't notice, that the so-called conversation was actually all talking to him alone. He couldn't help himself, and the fun of talking was too great, and the girl was happy to listen. After all, he was the one who rescued her from the buffalo, and before she could believe that these huge animals could not hurt anyone, he became a hero in her eyes. A person can win the favor of others, usually because he has not done something he has not done. It is at such moments that the conversation can go on so easily and naturally that you can go on without exhaustion. However, the happiness of the two suddenly disappeared, and they were startled and fell silent, as they realized that there was someone else next to them.

At the other end of the balcony, between the railings, a black, mustachioed face peeked curiously. It turned out to be the "Dasha" cook Old Sammy, and behind him stood the four older children of Mapu, Mai, and Kosra, an unclaimed bare-ass child, and two old women, who had heard that there were "English women" to see, and had come from the village. Two old creatures with a foot-long cigarette roll in their mouths, like carved teak statues, stared at the "English woman" like an English hillbilly stared at a well-dressed Zulu warrior.

"Those people ......," the girl said, looking at them uncomfortably.

Seeing that she had been discovered, Sammy looked weak and pretended to be tidying up the hijab she was wearing. The rest of the audience was also a little embarrassed, except for the two expressionless old women.

"These abominable faces!" Flory said. A cold, painful feeling of disappointment hit him. After all, the girl couldn't stay on his balcony anymore. He and she both remembered at the same time that they were complete strangers. Her face was a little red and she started putting on her glasses.

"I'm afraid it's strange to see a British girl for these people," he said. "They don't have any ill will. Go away! He added unhappily, waving at the audience, and they were gone.

"You know, if you don't mind, I think I should go," the girl said. She had stood up. "I've been out there for a long time. They must be worried about where I'm gone. ”

"Do you really have to go? It's still early. I can't let you walk home in the daylight without a hat. ”

"I really should—" she said again.

She paused, looking towards the door. Mallarmey appears on the balcony.

Mallarmé stepped forward with his ass in his hands. She had just come out of the house, and with a calm look on her face, she had every right to be here. The two girls stood facing each other, less than six feet away.

There is no more bizarre contrast: one is as pale as a begonia flower, the other is dark and kitsch, with cylindrical jet-black hair and a light orange silk robe that is almost metallic. Flory thought to himself that he had never seen Mallarmé's face so dark, and how strange her small, stiff body was, straight as a soldier's waist, and there was not a single curve around her except for her urn-like hips. He stood leaning against the railing, looking at the two girls, as if he didn't care about himself. For almost a minute, neither of them could take their eyes off the other, but it was not clear who looked more weird.

Mallarmé turned his face to Flory, his black eyebrows as thin as pencil lines wrinkled together. "Who is this woman?" She asked with an unhappy look on her face.

He replied nonchalantly, as if he were giving orders to a servant.

"Get out of my way right now. If you dare to get into any trouble, I'll whip you with a bamboo stick afterwards until you don't have a single rib left. ”

Mallarmé hesitated, shrugged his narrow shoulders, and left. And the English girl looked at her back and asked in surprise:

"Is that a man or a woman?"

"Woman," he replied, "I think it's a servant's wife." She came to ask about the laundry, and that was it. ”

"Oh, do all Burmese women look like this? They're little monsters! I've seen a lot of them on the train here, but you know, I thought they were boys. Looks like a Dutch doll, doesn't it? ”

She began to move towards the steps of the balcony, no longer interested in Mallarmé, who had vanished. He didn't stop her, because he estimated that Mallarmé would probably come back and make a big fuss. It didn't matter, because no girl knew the other's language at all. He called out to Kosra, who hurried over with an oiled silk umbrella with a bamboo umbrella in his hand. He respectfully opened his umbrella at the foot of the steps, and when the girl came down, he held it up to her. Flory followed them to the door. The two stopped and shook hands, and he turned slightly sideways in the strong sunlight to cover his ****.

"My men will send you home. It's great that you're here. I can't tell you how happy I am to meet you. Your presence is really important to us at Kaioktada. ”

(End of chapter)