In this city, the most prosperous place is the commercial street near the clock tower in the city center. At a glance, you can't see the edge of that street.
There are many pedestrians and vehicles on the street, but although it is crowded, there is no sense of noise. Most of the crowd are office workers in neat business attire, with hurried and busy faces, not caring about everything around them, following a fixed trajectory, passing other people on the street, for anyone else, they They all lack even the slightest interest. Life has turned them into clockwork machines.
Among the busy crowd, indifference and numbness are conveyed, and bleakness appears in the bustling. Although people just pass each other, the distance between hearts is like the distance between hearts in the vast sky. As far away as the stars.
There are many high-rise buildings on both sides of the street. On this road section where every inch of land is like gold, no one will waste even a tiny bit of space, so the floors here are generally high and beautiful. Basically, the renovation period of the buildings here will not exceed Three years, however, there are exceptions, and there are some relatively low buildings on the street. It's just that the ancient times of these buildings can be traced back to two centuries ago, and they are all the relics of the previous dynasty that were finally preserved from the catastrophe after experiencing several changes and shocks in modern history.
On the corner of the street, stood a dark red building, only as tall as a three-story building.
Dim and solemn colors, classical architectural style, and the traces of history and time left in the whole building, this building exudes a noble, quiet but vicissitudes of life, as if a person walking The wise old man who has lived a long life stands quietly beside this bustling street, with pity and forgiveness, looking at these busy people, looking at the flying desires in this world, looking at these people who have long been lost in the flying slave to desire...
A long-haired woman in black slowly stopped in front of the ancient building. She raised her head and looked at the plaque hanging on it. On the old gold-lacquered plaque with a black background was written a big gold-plated character: tea !
Walking into the teahouse, a heart-warming fragrance came to her nostrils, and her mind couldn't help shaking, she secretly praised it, it's a good place...
Although time has eliminated most of the utensils, tables and chairs, the layout and arrangement of the teahouse has remained the same as it was more than a hundred years ago. Even the carvings on the legs of the tables and chairs are exactly the same as the previous tables and chairs. of. The tea house is very spacious, the tea tables are placed loosely, and the view is not separated by walls, but it shows a calm and quiet temperament.
In the center of the hall in the teahouse, there is a picture hanging. A white-haired elder is holding a scroll and standing with his back. A fresh spirit emanated from it.
Although she doesn't know much about tea ceremony, she still knows that this painting must be the sage of tea——Lu Yu.
A row of cupboards on the ground near the wall contains some ancient gadgets, including jade books (Shiwei), Chaoshan stove, Mengchen jar, Ruochenou, the four treasures of the teahouse, and some earlier-produced purple sand pots. And Xiaolu, at a glance, she knew that these gadgets had a history of at least a hundred years, and they should have been accumulated by the store over the years. Every piece of tea utensils represented an era of tea, representing It represents an era of tea houses, and also represents an era of human beings.
There is only a set of purple sand tea sets on each brown log table. There is a window on one side of the tea house, where various tea containers are placed, including anti-corrosion gilt and silver turtles for storing tea, and Some ancient teacups and saucers are relatively new. Although they are made of anti-corrosion, they are also very finely crafted. In the cabinet on the side of the window, there are some exquisitely crafted small pastries.
The teahouse was very quiet. Although there were people talking, the voices were relatively low, and the special layout of the teahouse also kept the volume to a minimum.
There are not many people in the teahouse, most of them are old people sitting loosely.
"'Feng Bingshi'!" the woman whispered to the waiter who came over.
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After entering the door, the woman in black casually glanced at it, and found that there was a set of teahouse four treasures in the corner inside. Although they all have a relatively old history, they are definitely not for visiting, but for making tea. , with some charcoal next to it. At this time, the stove was burning water, making a slight sound. A man in his thirties stood nearby, carefully fanning the stove fan.
Walking to the tea table on the inner side, she took off the black windbreaker and put it on a chair beside her. Her long black hair came out from the windbreaker, facing the faint light, reflecting a faint brilliance.
Under the faint light, the fair complexion looked a little crystal clear, and the almost perfect face was full of strange attractiveness, and the faint smile in the eyes flashed a bit of inexplicable chill from time to time.
Next to the woman, the man in his thirties kept his head slightly lowered, fanning the fire, paying full attention to the heat of the stove, not caring about the outside world at all. After taking a look at him, her eyes also focused on the small red clay stove made of pottery.
Time passed by, and the two of them were quietly but intently staring at the color of the small flame in the stove...
After the water swished, he poured the two cups skillfully, and began to carefully put the tea placed on a piece of white paper into the Mengchen pot.
Carefully when the water boiled for the second time, the man had just finished serving the tea, and he grasped the timing perfectly.
There were bursts of luster on his face, he picked up the jade book on the stove from the side, and walked quickly to the table. The woman watched quietly from the side, it was exactly seven steps from the time the man started to stop. The man lifted the jade book high, and boiling water poured out of it, and rushed into the Mengchen pot along the edge of the teapot. Overflowing with a faint, astringent taste.
The man's expression was very serious, and he carefully and earnestly scraped off the tea dust.
The woman looked at the man with some admiration in her heart as she turned the teapot lightly but quickly with one hand, the full pot of boiling water did not spill out at all, and a trace of hot air poured down from the slightly tilted jade book. A trickle of water, along the outer layer of the teapot, towards the periphery...
After another half hour, the man skillfully placed two cups on the table, held the teapot low and tilted, and carefully filled two washed purple sand and white porcelain cups.
Then, as if he couldn't wait any longer, he raised a cup, and before the hot tea in the cup cooled down, he drank it all in one gulp. Afterwards, he closed his eyes, his face full of intoxication and blissful feeling .
The woman followed suit, and she didn't care about the temperature in this area, so she couldn't help but drank the cup of tea. The hot feeling hadn't faded from her mouth, and the bitter tea The fragrance seemed to ooze out from her heart, which made her feel a little buoyant.
After a long time, the man finally raised his head. It was only then that he could see his appearance clearly, neat and energetic short hair, a resolute face with a little beard, and the calm eyes hidden under the gold-rimmed glasses added a bit of softness and tranquility to the resolute face. Even through the gold-rimmed glasses, you can still see the light of intelligence flashing through it.
His body trembled involuntarily, and the perfect inhuman appearance of the woman in front of him made him unable to look away for a moment.
He took a slight breath, the cool breath swept through the respiratory tract, drilled into the alveoli, and the faint coolness came from the inside out, making him gradually regain his composure, although he was still fascinated by the perfect face of this woman With a mysterious and cold temperament, but he can look directly into those eyes filled with a faint smile.
The two of them stared at each other silently for a few seconds, then she suddenly stretched out her right hand and looked at her watch. On the fair skin of her right wrist, there was a small plum blossom symbol, one of which was blood red.
Just like the one on the arm of the dead old man.
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From today onwards, I have to slow down appropriately. Brother, I vomit blood and code words, and I can’t keep up with six thousand.
Three thousand a day, okay
I hope to get everyone’s understanding, and I sincerely thank the readers who read carefully, and thank the big milk, hehe