When Shi Yi was alone in the hotel, he had found Zhou Shengchen's daily utensils and clothing in this suite. In other words, he didn't plan to live in another room with her. He didn't notice anything during the day. When the two returned to the hotel after dinner, she was a little bit happy. Fortunately, it was still early, and Mei Xing and his assistant were there, so she didn't directly think of being alone tonight.
The conversation between the men is a bit rigorous.
She was half-knowledgeable in the audience, and asked him in a low voice: "Should I make tea for you?"
Zhou Shengchen smiled: "Is it boring to hear?"
She pursed the corners of her mouth: "No, I think you like tea, and I happen to make tea too."
The voice was a little light, faint, and even subtle and subtle emotions could be heard, telling him that she actually wanted to make him happy. Zhou Shengchen originally wanted to say to wait a while, finish it by himself, and soak her in person, but when she heard her say this, she wanted to talk but was overwhelmed: "Have you learned the art of tea?"
She laughed, noncommittal.
The conversation between the two attracted Mei Xing. He looked at Shiyi with interest: "I guess, Zhou Sheng, your wife, should not only make tea, but it may give people even more unexpected surprises."
Zhou Shengchen was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he raised his hand and pointed at Mei Xing with his index finger: "Okay, you are not allowed to make fun of her."
"I don't have one, I just think your wife might like tea culture," Mei Xing looked at Shiyi, "Shiyi, I also like tea, and as long as you can do it, I have equipment."
It is time to understand that what this man said is the drinking method of all generations.
These are really hard for her.
She is not a person who likes to show herself. Perhaps Zhou Shengchen is by her side tonight, and she is facing his best friend. Naturally, she is unwilling to admit defeat: "I, I have read Lu Yu's "Tea Classics" and like to study These drinking methods. If Mr. May wants to try it, it's not difficult."
Mei Xing was very pleased: "How about making tea?"
Shi Yi could not help but laugh: "Never mind this. Use green onions, ginger, dates, orange peel, cornel, mint, etc. as condiments, and boil it.
Mei Xing smiled and persuaded: "Try it, it won't work."
Shi Yi remembered the taste. When he was a little hesitant, Zhou Shengchen had already patted his arm: "Don't pay attention to her, just make tea."
"Huh?" Mei Xing waved his hand, "If there are people who know how to do it, how can you waste it? Since it is not proper to make tea, I will send someone to get the cake tea and utensils now, and let's taste your wife's sencha."
Mei Xing quickly asked his assistant to fetch utensils and cakes.
Because of this unexpected proposal, their topic fell to the tea. When Shi Yi was sitting, listening to them chatting in low voices about their tea experience, the pictures that emerged in their minds gradually became clear.
He used to sit in the study room, simmering tea in his hands.
She prepared utensils, selected water, made fire, soup, broiled tea, milled tea, Luo tea, sencha, and drinking tea. She watched carefully and didn't want to miss his every action, just to kill time. She watched, and he did it, not boring.
At this moment, she didn't feel irritable when she did it.
She even liked the long process, giving him what he had given her, and then returning it to him.
Mei Xing is a tea lover, and even has four sets of tea sets. However, Shiyi is a true tea person. From choosing tea sets, to waiting for the fire to set the soup, to burning the tea, it is very much like an art performance. Mei Xing said a few words to Zhou Shengchen at first, but at the end the two men looked at the time.
It is the person in the painting environment who only concentrates on doing what he should do.
The fragrance of tea wafted, but it only became an embellishment, making the painting scene like a dyed glaze, more pleasant.
Zhou Shengchen looked at her with great concentration.
He doesn't understand women's thoughts, and he doesn't understand the times, even if she has become his own wife. She is such a person, why would she not have any emotional experience by the age of twenty-six? He didn't believe in any nihilistic explanations, such as destiny, or fate, but now, he can only use these words to explain her feelings for herself.
And what about her
Before Mei Xing left, he made no secret of his appreciation of the times.
She was a little embarrassed to be said, and frequently looked at Zhou Shengchen for help. The latter patted Mei Xing's shoulder slowly without saying a word. The communication between men does not require language, such as now.
Mei Xing smiled slightly, picked up his suit jacket and left without looking back.
The door lock snapped shut, leaving the two of them alone.
Shi Yi glanced at him: "You two really have a tacit understanding."
"I have known him since I was five or six years old," Zhou Shengchen laughed. "He has always been like this. When he sees good-looking girls, he likes to say a few more words. Don't mind you too much."
Nice girl
Shi Yi always finds it weird to say that. In principle, she should not only be a good-looking girl, but also his wife, although the two still get along like boy and girl friends now.
He walked to the bedroom, took clean clothes, habitually unbuttoned a few shirt buttons, and soon seemed to think of something, scribbled two buttons, and walked into the bathroom. When the sound of water came out, Shi Yi finally remembered that tonight, he was going to sleep in the same room and bed with himself.
She didn't know what to do for a while, so she sat down on the sofa in the living room.
If you sleep together, then... should be...
She breathed out softly.
He quickly walked out of the bathroom, his clothes were neatly dressed, giving the illusion that he was about to go out: "You will wash it later, I'll let someone clean it up." He said, he walked into the bedroom.
"It's okay..." Shi Yi stood up and wanted to get clean clothes, but saw that he took a black coat and walked out while wearing it. She was a little strange: "You want to go out?"
"Well," said Zhou Shengchen, "there are some things in the laboratory that require a long conference call."
He spoke quickly and looked at his watch naturally.
"Will you be back tonight?"
"Yes, it's going to be late," he smiled to himself, "I shouldn't feel sleepy after drinking tea just now."
He quickly confessed a few words and left the hotel.
It was a fake not to be disappointed, but he was also relieved. Although she was psychologically prepared, she felt that there was something missing between the two. The joy of fish and water, first of all, there must be a relationship between fish and water in order to happen smoothly, right
She came for a long distance and walked around most of Bremen with him. After washing with hot water, she felt exhausted. Sitting on the bed in her pajamas, she could feel that these beddings were not used by the hotel and were extraordinarily soft.
After lying in bed for a while, she fell asleep.
Because the subconscious mind was waiting for him, he naturally slept shallowly, and soon became clearer when he heard the noise in the room. It was just a little groggy, she opened her eyes, and the sky was a little dimly bright. Zhou Shengchen leaned on the sofa, planning to lie there casually to make up for sleep. The room was dark and his face could not be seen.
"What time is it?" Shi Yi said suddenly.
He paused, raised his wrist and glanced: "5:47."
"Then go to bed for a while..." she said softly, "sleeping on the sofa will be very tired."