Since ancient times, there have been countless places where information gathers, but if you want to know everything, there is one place.
In a quiet place in the capital, there is a teahouse which is neither big nor small. This teahouse is not like other teahouses. Other teahouses are located in the bustling downtown. After all, it has the advantage of being crowded, and people have liked hustle and bustle since ancient times.
Moreover, the teahouse owners all knew that if they opened a teahouse in a deserted place, they would just be waiting to close down. These teahouse owners would not continue to take such risks. They would rather risk their business with too much competition than have no one interested in it.
But the owner of this teahouse is different. He opened this teahouse in such a remote place. But what is surprising is that his teahouse's business is still so good, and there are many customers. But few people here have seen the true face of the teahouse owner. Even the waiter can't say how long it will take to see the owner again.
As usual, the teahouse was doing good business and the waiters were busy and had no chance to stop and rest.
At this time, a man in white walked in from the entrance of the tea shop. The aura he exuded made people feel sacred and inviolable. The man in white found an empty table and sat down. He looked around, but seemed to see nothing.
He just sat there quietly, as if in the midst of the noisy environment, just like the immortal in the painting, elegant as ink.
The business is so good now that it makes people jealous. The waiter is busy all the time and can't spare some time to greet the imposing man. The shopkeeper who was originally counting the accounts at the counter also put down his work and helped out.
"Sir, would you like some tea?" The shopkeeper looked respectful and kind. Thinking that this man must be no ordinary person, he did not dare to neglect him.
"Just a cup of Longjing tea." The man in white smiled gently, like the bright moon. The shopkeeper quickly asked the waiter behind him to bring a pot of Longjing tea.
Outside the window, there was a lingering drizzle, which added a touch of elegance to the scenery like a dreamy mist.
The man in white had a somewhat long gaze as he looked at the scenery outside the window. He felt as if he were in another world, and it made people feel that the man in front of him seemed to be a hidden hermit.
Even though the weather outside is a bit cold, now is more suitable to drink a cup of hot tea. Firstly, it can get rid of the coldness, and secondly, it can also help you chat and relax.
Soon, the intoxicating aroma of tea spread, adding a sense of decadence and tranquility to people's hearts.
"Sir, here's your tea." The shopkeeper gently placed the teapot on the table. "Thank you." The man in white smiled gently, like a spring breeze, making people feel unusually calm.
A breeze blew by, blowing up the fluttering clothes and making the tea fragrance dizzy.
"By the way, shopkeeper, do you know what major events have happened in the capital recently?" The man in white poured himself a cup with his slender hands. Against the backdrop of the purple clay teapot, his slender fingertips looked as white as jade.
The man in white was gentle in his speech and manner, and the shopkeeper didn't mind talking a little more.
"My dear guest, you may not know that the latest major event that has caused a sensation in the capital is that General Shen has been stripped of his military power because of his defeat in the war." The shopkeeper was unusually respectful, but he did not seem to be impatient at all.
"Is that so?" In the depths of the white-clothed man's eyes, an elusive look flashed across his face in an instant.
Picking up the hot tea in front of him, the man in white was not in a hurry. Instead, he shook it slightly, then blew away the rising hot steam gracefully, which added a bit of haziness.
"Quan." The man in white raised his eyebrows slightly after hearing the familiar voice, and took a sip of the hot tea slowly. Well, it was quite good.
"Shang, what's up? You're here to drink tea too, so why don't you come together?" The man in white called Quan looked at the person who walked in front of him with a gaze as gentle as a spring breeze, with a leisurely smile in his eyes.
The visitor was dressed in black and had a faint coldness around him, which gave people a very distant feeling, which was a sharp contrast.
If the man in white is spring, then the man in black is autumn. The two of them give people a very complementary feeling, and it seems that neither can be without the other.
The man in black, Shang, looked at the cup of tea, his brows slightly wrinkled inadvertently, his eyes cold, "I'm not here to drink tea." His voice was as thin as ice, without a trace of emotion.
After hearing this, Quan slowly put down the teacup in his hand with a faint smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was not surprised by the black-clothed man's behavior.
"That's really a pity." The man in white shook his head with some regret. You know, this tea is really made with care, and it tastes really different.
"Go back quickly, the man is sick again." After the man in black said this, he turned around and walked out of the teahouse without mercy.
Quan smiled helplessly, and his hand, which was about to reach for the teapot, was retracted at this moment.
"What a pity to waste such good tea." The tone was a bit distressed, and combined with the expression, it was really eye-catching. The man in white adjusted his sleeves, stood up, and strolled to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, here is the money for the tea." Having said that, he was not stingy at all. The shopkeeper was thinking of finding some change to exchange, but was stopped by the young man in white.
"By the way, the shopkeeper I thanked just now told me that these are the thank you gifts." He nodded calmly, without giving the shopkeeper time to react. A breeze blew past, and the man in white in front of him was no longer the same as before.
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment and rubbed his eyes. Not to mention the man in white, even the man in black had disappeared. But he quickly came back to his senses. After all, the owner of this teahouse was not an ordinary person, and the shopkeeper had obviously seen the world. He was not in a hurry and turned to ask the waiter to hurry up and serve the tea.
The empty table just now now only had a cup of steaming light tea on it, which had not dissipated at all, as if it was waiting for its owner.
The surroundings were also bustling with activity, and no one seemed to notice when such an elegant person came over there.
The beautiful rain outside the window was falling with a bit more urgency.