When Duan Qingyan was surprised by the identity of this mysterious guest, the middle-aged man walking in front of the three of them didn't stop, and went all the way to the old lady Hang who was in the main seat.
He leaned down and looked respectful and calm: "Ms. Hang, everyone who has practiced tea art at home has brought them here."
"… "
Hearing that title, Duan Qingyan froze for a moment, then looked up subconsciously. When her eyes fell, she remembered the gossip that the other servants of the Tang family had talked about.
The Tang family's housekeeper, whose surname is Qiu, is Qiu Yi, and has been in the Tang family for twenty or thirty years.
According to rumors, he didn't come from an orthodox housekeeping etiquette training background. Twenty or thirty years ago, he was just a gangster kid who roamed the streets and fought for his life. Later, in a fight, he was severely injured and almost died on the side of the road. He was brought back for treatment by Hang Wei, who happened to pass by at that time, that is, the old lady Hang when he was young. Only then did he save his life.
Hang Wei married into the Tang family very early, lost her husband at a young age, and supported the Tang family's family business by herself surrounded by wolves.
No one knows why she saved an unrelated desperado in the first place. They only know that since then, when people who had a bad relationship with the Tang family mentioned Qiu Yi, they all said that he was the most loyal dog around Hang Wei.
It was also at that time that Qiu Yi didn't call Hang Wei with anyone, only called her "Ms. Hang".
Hang Wei went from the young widowed mother of the Tang family who everyone wanted to bully, to the leader of everyone who only dared to call "Old Mrs. Hang" but didn't even dare to add the word Tang, Qiu Yi treated her to her. The name has remained the same for decades.
The old lady Hang has obviously become accustomed to it.
She raised her eyes without making a sound, and her eyes slowly swept across Duan Qingyan and the others.
Duan Qingyan immediately lowered her head when the sight was scraped from her body, but she couldn't help but instinctively shivered in her heart—
Mrs. Hang has accumulated power inside and outside the Tang family for decades, and the momentum in her eyes is really not for fun.
Duan Qingyan is very self-aware, does not like to dream, and has no interest in climbing Gaozhi. And she has also heard how the old lady Hang is a cruel master who doesn't even treat her own granddaughter as a person, so she just desperately said in her heart "it's not me, it's not me, it's not me".
There was silence in the tea room for a few seconds, and Duan Qingyan heard the old lady say in a low voice, "Call her over."
"… "
Duan Qingyan secretly raised her eyes, and then saw the hand of old Mrs. Hang pointing to her body from a distance.
Duan Qingyan: "...?"
Which evil god did she hit today
When old lady Hang spoke, the Tang family didn't dare not to listen to him except Qiu Yi.
No matter how reluctant Duan Qingyan was in her heart, she could only bite the bullet, take a deep breath and walk forward consciously.
Arriving at the exclusive position of the tea master by the seaside, Duan Qingyan stared nervously, following the instincts she had cultivated in the tea art a few years ago to observe the round and simple wooden box in front of her, to distinguish the types and the quality of the tea leaves. .
While Duan Qingyan was still examining, the old lady Hang spoke to Lan Jingqian who was sitting opposite her.
"Mr. Lan came to the door suddenly, and the family was not prepared. The tea master is not in the house now, only two or three chores who have studied tea art are available. If they have done something rude, then they can only ask Mr. Lan to tolerate it. ."
The tone of these words was not polite, Duan Qingyan felt nervous when she heard it, and she peeked to the other side.
The handsome man seemed not surprised, but answered in a cold voice: "My first class in the tea ceremony was at the Tang family. At that time, I was rude and ignorant of etiquette. Thank you for your tolerance."
Old lady Hang: "really? I don't remember anymore. "
Lan Jingqian smiled lightly, with an indescribable coldness between his brows and eyes: "I have a deep memory."
"When people live in the world, sometimes their memory is not so good. The past is stumbled, and the road is not far. Some old things are lingering, and they are not good for others and themselves. What does Mr. Lan say?"
"You are an elder, you are right." Lan Jingqian said in a low voice and raised his eyes again, "But the juniors always have the views of the juniors."
The old lady hang's face was slightly dark: "for example."
Lan Jingqian did not speak.
Under the calmness in those eyes, emotions finally surged up, and he didn't know what kind of stormy waves were going to set off in his heart, but it didn't show any signs on his face.
It wasn't until a few moments later that Lan Jingqian smiled briefly: "The younger generation feels that erasing the past is equivalent to erasing a person. If it wasn't for the past, then the younger generation would not be able to achieve today, and I'm afraid it would be more like what you said back then. —I don’t deserve to sit and talk with you.”
"…!"
Duan Qingyan was choosing brewing equipment according to the type of tea, when she heard this sentence and her hands shook. The tea lotus in her hand, which was used to divide the tea leaves, hit the teapot, making a crisp porcelain sound.
Mrs. Hang looked over with cold eyes.
Duan Qingyan hurriedly apologized in a low voice, turned her head low, and complained in her heart—
If it was just an undercurrent, then Lan Jingqian's last sentence obviously ripped off the veil and pushed the atmosphere to a critical point.
Fortunately, Mrs. Hang's focus was obviously not on other matters at this time. After giving Duan Qingyan a warning glance, she looked back at Lan Jingqian.
Looking at each other for a few seconds, Mrs. Hang even showed a cold smile: "so Mr. Lan came today to scold me for not knowing Zhuyu, despising you, and making a special trip to hit me in the face?"
As old lady Hang's voice cooled down, the atmosphere in the tea room instantly froze.
Duan Qingyan was trembling in her heart, but her hands were already tensed in preparation. In her heart, she recited the "hot pot" of the first process in her heart. She took a long rod made of bamboo and connected the boiled mountain spring water, and slowly poured it on the pot.
In the sound of the lingling water rolling down the body of the pot, the voice of the man behind the sea of tea sounded clear and clear: "I did have such thoughts in the years when you were just kicked out of the country."
Old lady Hang was unmoved: "now, no more?"
"Not very often, but occasionally I do."
"Then Mr. Lan came to the door suddenly today because he thought of the answer to what he should do?" Mrs. Hang asked rudely.
Lan Jingqian said in a low voice, "I already figured out the answer. You are the mother of Shiyu, and naturally you are also my elder. The elders treat harshly, the younger generation can bear it if they can bear it, and avoid it if they can't bear it - I can't wait for you. In my sixtieth year, I'll come back and do some self-defeating revenge."
"… "
Although it was still rude to say this, Mrs. Tang's expression finally softened a little.
After Duan Qingyan heated a pot and warmed a cup next to him, he took the tea leaves with a tea lotus and put them in the pot. He rushed high with hot mountain spring water.
At this time, Duan Qingyan felt that the floating water vapor was barely warm.
After scraping the tea foam, Duan Qingyan carefully poured the brewed tea into the teacup, and handed it to Mrs. Hang and Lan Jingqian one by one.
"thanks."
Lan Jingqian's voice was low.
Duan Qingyan looked at each other flattered. Then she found that Lan Jingqian did not taste the tea, but put the tea cup aside.
… This does not seem to be the rhythm of a friendly conversation.
As soon as Duan Qingyan had this hunch in her heart, she heard Lan Jingqian speak: "Although I don't want to take revenge, I'm not someone who can repay grievances with virtue. So when I got the answer, I had already decided not to go to the Tang family. not to have anything to do with the Tang family."
The old lady Hang has raised the teacup in front of her, and her eyelids jumped when she heard this.
She stopped, frowned and raised her eyes: "Then why are you coming today?"
Lan Jingqian: "I'm here to ask you about someone."
"… "
Mrs. Hang seemed to think of something, and her eyes became gloomy at that moment, but she didn't say a single extra word and lowered her eyes—
"Who."
The calm mood in Lan Jingqian's eyes was finally torn apart, and he struggled out a little coldly:
"Is there a little girl in the Tang family named Tang Ran?"
"!"
Duan Qingyan was unprepared, the hand that collected the cup shook suddenly, the tea lotus fell from her hand, and a piece of unfinished tea was spilled.
The sound of the tea lotus hitting the sea of tea also called back the mind of the instantly stagnant old lady Hang. Her face sank, the teacup in her hand was heavily placed, and with a bang, the hot tea splashed out.
"Qiu Yi!"
The old lady's voice had become hoarse in just a few seconds.
Before Duan Qingyan could react, she felt her right arm tighten. A few seconds later, a huge tension and numb pain came back from her arm—
Qiu Yi, who was sitting quietly in the corner, didn't know when he came forward, he grabbed her arm involuntarily, and pulled Duan Qingyan, who was stunned, directly to the tea room.
After ten seconds.
The door to the tea room slammed shut.
Duan Qingyan was dragged out for several meters, her face turned pale with fright - at this moment, she couldn't believe what the servants said, that the housekeeper Qiu Yi was a street gangster who fought for his life when he was young.
She suspected that she had heard something she should not have heard, and was about to be silenced.
Just when Duan Qingyan imagined what kind of small black house she would be taken to and put on a sack, her teeth were chattering and she couldn't even scream for help, Qiu Yi pulled her around the corner of the promenade and let go without warning. hand.
"!"
Without the support of the pulling force, Duan Qingyan's legs softened, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
The middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old was condescending and stared at her expressionlessly.
Duan Qingyan felt that the man's eyes were so cold that he was looking at a rock or a dead tree. He is definitely not alone, let alone the sympathy that a middle-aged man would have when he sees a young woman whose face is pale with fright.
Duan Qingyan suspected that the other party was thinking about how to kill her, and shivered even more: "Butler Qiu Qiu... I didn't hear anything just now, I, I, I won't say anything..."
Qiu Yi didn't speak, and looked at her coldly, as if judging the reliability of her promise.
After a long while, after confirming that Duan Qingyan was not acting, she was so frightened that she was about to be sent to the hospital, Qiu Yi lowered her eyelids.
"Remember what you said." The middle-aged man's voice was turbulent, calm but shocking, "If I hear something that shouldn't be heard, then turn the horror you're thinking about into reality. "
"…!"
In Duan Qingyan's blurred vision, she was so scared that she burst into tears, Qiu Yi didn't say a word, turned and left.
I waited until the sound of footsteps in the corridor disappeared for a long time.
Duan Qingyan took a sharp breath, then coughed violently, choking her tears. While leaning against the wall, she hunched her body and breathed desperately, while patted her chest hard to calm herself down.
In this uncomfortable cough, Duan Qingyan felt that she was alive.
And after the "resurrection", Duan Qingyan's first thought that popped into her head was that the upstart in the control field, who had been praised by countless financial publications, came to the Tang family to find Tang Ran.
Should she risk her life to tell Tang Ran about this before the old lady Hang finds out that she is a servant delivering meals to the side house...