hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 124 It Looks Like Gu Yihan

　It wasn't until Tang Yumo followed Gu Yihan into the row of seemingly plain wooden houses that he realized what real "low-key luxury" is.

　From the outside, the row of wooden houses was nothing more than an ordinary farm house, with a simple courtyard, low and rough fences, and few servants.

　Walking in, there is nothing wrong with it.

　It is almost equivalent to a high-tech biological cultivation laboratory.

　The central air-conditioning and fresh air system in the whole house not only adjust the temperature and humidity very well, but also have the function of air purification. The air is fresh in the closed room, unlike the strong smell of wild animals outside.

　Every horse has its own "bedroom", and each "bedroom" is quite spacious and comfortable, leaving a certain amount of room for activities.There is an electronic touch screen at the entrance of the "bedroom", on which is the name, bloodline, temperament and hobbies of the "it" who lives there, and the glorious history of past performances.

　Of course, even the feeding system and cleaning system are precisely controlled by computer programs, and there is even a "dressing room" on the left and right sides of the door.

　After seeking advice from the enthusiastic French servant—Gu Yihan naturally would not bother to answer such idiot questions to him—Tang Yumo learned that the so-called "dressing room" here is the place where horses are brought out every time the stables need to be taken out. When I was a child, I needed to go into this room between the indoor and outdoor temperature and humidity differences to make a transition, so as not to be bad for the horse when it was cold and hot.

　This is obviously a private club for racehorses of noble blood.
　There is even soft music in the room. Listen carefully... It seems to be a piece of religious theme music. Could it be that horses also need to cultivate their morality and cultivate some noble beliefs?
　Tang Yumo couldn't help being a little envious and jealous. Ma'er's life is not much better than his own. It's true that horses have power but no human rights...

　But when she saw the little flowery horse, all the messy thoughts and emotions disappeared, and she just stared at it with a front hoof wrapped like a rice dumpling, lying down on the luxurious " bedroom".

　It is said that the eyes of a horse are the most spiritual, and its eyes seem to be full of what it wants to express at this moment: shrinking, fear, pain...

　However, when it saw Tang Yumo approaching, it almost imperceptibly tried to support itself, and tried to raise its neck, but it couldn't move a bit after all.

　It seems that the injury to the front hoof is not normal... Tang Yumo thought sadly.

　I only had a relationship with it once, did it remember me? ... thinking about it like this is a little inexplicably moved.

　All the luxury here is luxury, but it's not what you like, right?Seeing how uncomfortable you are in this cage, I miss your simple stables where people live together, and the wilderness and woods where you gallop freely, even if you go in and out of luxurious mansions every day, it’s not rare for you... ... Tang Yumo looked at it and somehow felt a little hurt to himself.

　"Chirp - chirp -" two hisses suddenly came from the side.

　A small black horse stands in the center of a "bedroom" next to it, and the sound seems to come from it.But it looked up at the roof with a pair of big eyes, extremely lonely.

　Tang Yumo made a face at it, hmph, obviously he really wants us to go and see you too, doesn't he?But he has a tugging expression, this expression...why does it have a little resemblance to Bingcube's face...hahahaha...

(End of this chapter)