He Hua was also curious about what this so-called party with the pursuit of life was, and seeing that there were indeed men, women, and children from all walks of life in the teahouse, he decided to take a look first, so the two also walked to the stage and began to watch.

In the middle of the stage, there was already a matter of sorts: a huge desk, made of fine wood, on which were the four treasures of the study, and a woman dressed as a maid was already grinding ink on the side.

Seeing such a scene, if it weren't for the fact that the people around him were still wearing modern clothes, He Hua almost thought that he was back in the Da'an Dynasty again, when the master taught him to write, and he also set up a posture on such a big table, and helped polish the ink with his own hands.

It's just that although the maid-like woman said that the posture of grinding ink was extremely elegant and moving, the sharp-eyed He Hua still found that Weng Lao frowned.

Also, the strength of the grinding ink and the water added are particular, and modern society uses ready-made ink, and few people understand these. Although the woman who grinds the ink says that her every move is very standard, after all, it is too stiff, and the strength is a little wrong, resulting in some uneven ink color.

Weng Lao watched her grind for a while, but finally waved his hand and prepared to start grinding by himself. Tang Zhen saw that the person he had prepared was not satisfied, and he was also a little helpless. I have long heard that this Weng Lao has particularly high requirements for ink when he writes, and he has already found someone to train him, but he didn't expect Weng Lao to be dissatisfied.

Tang Zhen took advantage of everyone's inattention, took a step back, beckoned to the waiter standing on the side, and asked in a low voice, "What about the teacher who taught her to grind ink?"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "Haven't you finished teaching?

Tang Zhen waved his hand in annoyance, looking at the center of the stage with a worried face, over there Weng Lao had already begun to grind ink by himself, but after all, he was old, and grinding ink was a hard job, and it was a little troublesome to write badly if his hands were sore for a while.

The waiter hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to mention to the boss that Hehua said that his calligraphy teacher was Weng's old student, I don't know why, although the boss has always been very good to his waiters, but he is always a little afraid in his heart.

After listening to Tang Zhen, her eyes lit up, is that the new female student?

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He Hua, who was hesitating to help Weng Lao sharpen his ink, was suddenly slapped from behind, and He Hua turned back vigilantly, only to find that it was Tang Zhen who was looking at him with a smile: "I'm sorry, I scared you, right?"

He Hua's heart was wary, but his face softened a lot: "It turned out to be Boss Tang, I don't know what is wrong with you?"

"That's the case, I heard that your calligraphy teacher is a student of Weng Lao?"

He Hua looked at the waiter not far away, and sure enough, he saw the waiter nodding apologetically at him, so he didn't hide it: "Yes." ”

Hearing such a concise answer, Tang Zhen seemed a little surprised, but now the top priority is to find someone to help polish the ink, so he explained with a smile: "Look, Weng Lao is old, and it is a little hard to grind ink by himself, I don't know if you, as Weng Lao's apprentice, will you grind ink?"

It turned out that he asked himself to help polish the ink, and he was originally going to help, thinking that he and Peng Peng were both on his territory, he didn't push back, and said hello to Peng Peng and walked to Weng Lao: "Weng Lao, do you want me to try?"

Weng Lao glanced at He Hua suspiciously, then looked up at Tang Zhen again, and asked He Hua: "Do you know how to grind ink?"

"Yes, I have also studied calligraphy for many years, and I have always sharpened my own ink. He Hua has a good impression of this old man, as if he saw the master who taught him how to learn calligraphy again, he is also a bit too rigid, just grinding ink taught himself for three days.

Hearing her say this, Mr. Weng handed over the ink to He Hua suspiciously, and watched by himself.

The people around saw that the people who were grinding the ink changed and changed, although they all looked curious, but no one ran out to ask, and they respected the people present.

Hehua's movements are not as gorgeous as the ink-grinding woman just now, but they are unexpectedly very comfortable to watch. If you don't look at Hehua's clothes, you might think that some ancient boudoir lady is grinding ink and writing.

He Hua quickly sharpened the ink, Weng Lao looked very satisfied, took the brush to absorb the ink, held the pen and hung it on the rice paper, brewed for a while, and a big tea word jumped on the paper.

He Hua was fortunate to appreciate this tea word at close range, and sighed: It is worthy of being invited by the Calligraphy Association, this word is really amazing.

The people around saw that Weng Lao put down his pen, all of them looked eager, and stood on tiptoe slightly to move forward, but there was still no one crowding forward. After a period of modern life, seeing such a group of civilized people, Hehua had some different emotions in his heart.

Tang Zhen saw that Weng Lao finished writing, so he looked at Weng Lao with questions, and Weng Lao nodded slightly. So Tang Zhen arched his hand at everyone: "Weng Lao's word has been written, but there are many of us, so it is convenient to hang it for a while." Now everyone, please move, Tang has prepared a tea ceremony performance for everyone, and I also ask Weng Lao to tell us about the exquisiteness of this handwriting. ”

Although the onlookers were reluctant, they also knew that it was indeed inconvenient for a group of people to gather around to see it before the ink had dried, so they also followed Tang Zhen to a tea room in twos and threes.

This tea room is particularly large, it is also a small stage in front, and there are a few small tables below, and there is already a woman kneeling on the stage at this time, and there is also a small table in front of her, on which a complete set of tea sets is placed, and behind her is a curtain, and you can vaguely see a few women in ancient costumes, holding different musical instruments in their hands.

Peng Peng had already heard that there was a tea ceremony performance when he threw away the little bit of caution in his heart, and followed the crowd to find a small table closest to the stage and sat down, He Hua was a little helpless, but he also knew that he could only take one step at a time now, so he had to sit down.

Weng Lao was arranged to sit in the middle position, and Tang Zhen accompanied him.

The music sounded slowly, very softly, and He Hua guessed that the song was coming from behind the curtain, but the sound was really a little ethereal, with a little looming effect, but I don't know if it was because the curtain was hung. At this time, the woman sitting in front of the curtain also began the tea ceremony.

A set of actions is smooth, with her expression and posture, even Hehua, a genuine noblewoman, has to admit that this woman who performs the tea ceremony has a bit of a lady's demeanor. And her every move seems to have given life to tea, and her attitude towards tea is like treating a person, gentle and reverent.

He Hua guessed that this woman was a real tea lover, unlike the one who had just sharpened the ink, no matter how beautiful her movements were, she was just an empty shell, grinding ink for the sake of grinding ink.

Sure enough, everyone was attracted by this performance, and even those who couldn't see Weng Lao's words right away just now slowly calmed down and felt the fragrance of tea in the room.

The music behind the curtain is still faintly coming out, Hehua lowered his head and tasted the tea handed by the woman, once again determined that the tea is a good tea, and the person who makes the tea is a tea lover.

Peng Peng also drank carefully: "Hehua, I never thought that the tea would be so delicious......! Too...... It's so delicious. After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of what words to use to express his feelings, so Peng Peng had to repeatedly emphasize that the tea was delicious.

"Of course, do you know, the tea we drink now is called Shifeng Longjing, I saw it on the menu just now, a cup of 580!" He Hua also whispered in Peng Peng's ear.

"Five...... Five hundred and eight?" Peng Peng almost squirted out the tea in his mouth: "A cup costs five hundred and eight, why don't you grab it......!" Wait, I won't charge for this, I'll cheat money!"

He Hua glanced at Peng Peng with a little headache, such an artistic conception worth enjoying, why Peng Peng can always think of going somewhere else.

"Didn't you just say that there is no charge for all of today's party? Besides, even if there is a fee, what can we do if we are poor students? They can't blatantly defraud, this is CBD! Besides, Weng Lao is still here!" He Hua still explained to Peng Peng, otherwise Peng Peng was afraid that he would not be in the mood to enjoy everything here.

Hearing Hehua say this, Peng Peng really relieved his heart, and then became surprised: "Hehua, how do you know that this is Shifeng Longjing?"

He Hua nodded at the stage: "Oh, there is a box under the small table, and it has ...... written on it."

Peng Peng looked at Hehua with admiration: "Hehua, you are so amazing, you can even notice this...... It's really different from Zhao Xiaozi, who can only learn!"

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Everyone enjoyed the five hundred and eighty-one cup of Shifeng Longjing for a while, and listened to Weng Lao talk about the most basic aspects of writing, and Tang Zhen informed everyone that the ink had dried. So immediately, two waiters walked in with a piece of rice paper carefully, walked straight to the back of the stage, and pulled down the bamboo curtain, revealing a white panel inside.

I don't know what material the panel is made of, so the two of them put the rice paper up and didn't take any other measures, so they directly adsorbed it on it. He Hua sighed while admiring the word "tea" of Weng Lao.

Although there is only one word, it is not inferior to those large pages, and it seems that you can see different feelings from different angles, and then everyone seems to let go and start talking about this word in a whisper.

At this time, Weng Lao also came over and glanced at Hehua, who was seriously appreciating: "Girl, what do you think of my word?"

He Hua saw that it was Weng Lao who came, and hurriedly took a step back to the side to show respect. This was just Hehua's subconscious action, but Weng Lao was very satisfied, nodded and asked, "Whose student are you?"

He Hua was about to say this word, but seeing that Weng Lao asked about his teacher, he quickly replied: "My teacher's name is Xu Decai, and I started learning words from him at the age of five and continued to learn words in the second year of high school. ”

"It turned out to be a student of Ah Cai, huh...... Yes, since I was a child, I have been studying for more than ten years. Come, write a few words and I'll see. ”

Hehua was a little excited, but then he became worried, he didn't know if his handwriting and Xiaozi's handwriting were the same, what if he was recognized?

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone were quickly ready, and He Hua glanced at Peng Peng, only to see that her eyes were shining, and she looked at herself adoringly, and the people who admired the words over there were also a little attracted by the posture here, and began to look this way. With his mind set, Hehua began to write.

I didn't know what to write, so I glanced at Tang Zhen and wrote down the four big characters of "Fusheng Teahouse".

Weng Lao looked at it from the side: "Yes, the foundation is solid, the pen is steady, and it is really the words written by the students taught by Ah Cai, but you seem to be a little nervous?"

He Hua was a little embarrassed on the side, wasn't he just nervous. People who know words can see the teacher at a glance, but it's okay, it seems that he and Xiaozi's brush words are the same, and nothing is seen. Relieved, He Hua replied: "Well, I haven't written for a few days, it's a bit handy, and there are so many people here......"

Weng Lao nodded, as if agreeing with this explanation, and asked instead, "Do you know this place too?" as he walked out of the crowd.

He Hua followed behind Weng Lao and replied honestly: "I really don't know, I just want to find a place to rest when I am tired, and I came here when there is no place for others." ”

Peng Peng followed behind and listened and didn't know what to say, that cute Zhao Xiaozi is back again, how can she tell the truth......

Tang Zhen was also surprised when he heard it in the back: "That's really fate!"

Peng Peng was afraid that Hehua would say something amazing, so she hurriedly replied: "It's not it! It's just too fateful, we were looking for a job interview today, but we didn't have a face, and we ate below, but there were too many people, and we didn't even have a place to rest when we were tired, so we came here!"

"Yes, what kind of job are you looking for, have you graduated?" asked Weng Lao with a kind face.

He Hua didn't want to talk about these things, but Weng Lao asked about it, so he had to roughly talk about his interview experience.

"It's okay, it just so happens that I lack a teaching assistant over there, you can come over and help me!" Weng Lao was very happy: "It seems that today is really fateful, I sent a helper, and the helper will come soon." ”

Tang Zhen quickly reacted: "Really congratulations to Weng Lao!" Seeing that Hehua was still on the side, he hurriedly reminded Hehua: "Don't thank Weng Lao?"

He Hua hesitated a little: "This ...... Not very well......"

Weng Lao seemed to see what He Hua was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I came to you because I saw that you were good at writing, not because of anything else." I do admire your talent.

I still have something to do today, let Xiao Zhen give you my contact information in a while, you are welcome to come over at any time. After speaking, he walked away accompanied by Tang Zhen, leaving two stunned people standing in place.

After a long time, Peng Peng looked at He Hua as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Did I miss something just now?"

"Hmm...... No, Mr. Weng invited me to be a teaching assistant with him. He Hua replied calmly, but his heart was not so calm.

"Hehua, you simply have the aura of the protagonist! You can touch such things!" Peng Peng circled around Hehua in amazement.