March.

Although it is the time when the mountains and flowers are brilliant, it is also rainy and foggy, and the sky and the earth are foggy.

At this time, the Wushan realm, like a fog descending, like smoke and fog drifting drizzle, is dripping non-stop, making people unable to see the scenery a few feet away.

At the foot of verdant green hills.

Many of the witches wore brown robes and bent down to plant rice in the terraced fields.

On the mountain, there are patches of tender green tea trees, and at this time, there are also many young witches, dressed in coats, picking in the mist-like drizzle......

Although the "Book of Tea" says: There is rain on its day!

However, the tea season is tight, and the tea before the Ming Dynasty is only a few days, and it is impossible not to pick it at all. This is also to prevent the tea buds from growing too large or getting old, and some witches will still pick them in the rain.

"An umbrella with two flowers, saying that my wife is in that house. ”

"Said that my wife was at that point, and went to her with a handkerchief to wrap rice. ”

"I can't find the rice wrapped in a hand towel, so take your mistress instead of her. ”

At this time, on the foggy tea mountain, there was a hearty melody and a long melody singing. When the song sounded, the dull world seemed to come alive all at once, and there were many silver bell-like laughter from among the tea mountains.

"Who's singing ahead?"

On another foggy tea mountain, a crisp female singing voice came: "Who is making a song in front of you? How many years has it been built? Who can't make a song out of the house?"

"The first three masters made singing, and the former Mr. Bao made songs and played. It took three years and six months to build, and the song was made on eight days without leaving the house. ”

The male voice responded.

From time to time, there were bursts of laughter.

After a while, many men and women joined in the duet, and the cheerful mountain songs echoed between the heavens and the earth, setting off a bit of color in the gloomy weather.

"Why didn't Brother sing anymore?"

The tea mountain is wet everywhere, the fog is filled, the drizzle flies obliquely, and there is no human figure to be seen three feet away. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a hat and a robe, was listening to the mountain song while picking quickly, but as she listened, she found that her brother had not sung it anymore.

"Brother?"

The girl was fair-skinned, wearing a green coat with a collar and a blue pleated skirt, and although she turned her head to look around, her hands did not stop.

She didn't think much about it and continued to pick tender tea.

Although the girl is in the rain and mist, she sees that the girl's fingers are like cutting onion roots, her mouth is like containing Zhu Dan, and she is slender and delicate, which is unique in the world.

It is a rare beauty in the village, named Ajiu.

"Brother, I'll go back to the tea stall first. It didn't take long for Ah Jiu's basket to be full, and before Ah Ge could respond, he cautiously walked down the mountain, ready to go home and dry the tea stall.

Tea picked on rainy days is called rain green, and the green leaves need to be spread out in time.

Although it can be artificially dehydrated, the color and aroma of the tea made from "rain green" will be affected somewhat......

But there's no way around it.

In less than half an hour, Ajiu returned to the village, only to see large or small stilted wooden buildings built along the mountain.

The structure is volleying, the combination of virtual and real, and the lightness is floating.

Porphyria –

When Ajiu got home, he hurriedly put down the back basket, then took off his coat, and went to the tea stall with the back basket. When she finished the tea, she saw that the sky was terribly dark, and it seemed to be late, so she did not go to pick the tea again to prepare the meal for tonight

The drizzle was flying diagonally, and it didn't stop.

The fog did not dissipate.

I don't know when, the lights are lit up everywhere in the village, and the smoke wafts up.

At this time, Ah Jiu had already cooked tonight's meal, but when he saw that Ah Brother had not come back for a long time, he came to the Feilai chair and leaned over to look.

"Aku. ”

The trail not far away.

A young man wearing a blue homespun cloth shirt and pants and a green headband, who happened to come back with a tea basket on his back, saw Ah Jiu leaning on the flying chair, and smirked.

"Brother Axin, can you see my brother?"

Ajiu turned his head and said.

"Brother Bao, I haven't seen it. The young man didn't dare to look at Ah Jiu, so he looked in the direction of Chashan and said, "It's so late, hasn't Brother Ah Bao come back yet?"

"Brother hasn't come back yet. ”

After Ah Jiu finished speaking, he walked back to the house, put on his hat and put on his coat, and walked out of the door along the path to the tea mountain.

"Where are you going?"

"Look for my brother. ”

"Oh, be careful, it's raining and the road is slippery......"

At this time, Ajiu's figure gradually disappeared into the mist.

Soon after, Ajiu returned to the path to the upper tea mountain, and saw that almost all the villagers planting rice on the terraces had already returned home.

Only a few people are still rushing for the last seedlings.

"Brother—"

Ajiu shouted as he walked.

But there was no response from Chashan, which made Ah Jiu a little angry, and he didn't know where Ah Brother had gone again.

"Uncle Shun, can you see my brother?"

Ah Jiu walked up the muddy path, saw the path between the tea trees in front of him, and hurriedly asked a middle-aged man in a cloak.

"Aku. ”

After walking down and responding to the middle-aged man, he smiled and said, "When did you have a brother?"

"Uncle Shun, what do you say? I asked you if you had seen my brother. Ah Jiu wrinkled his little nose and shouted again: "Brother, go home for dinner." ”

"Ajiu?"

The middle-aged man looked at Ah Jiu suspiciously, it didn't seem like he was joking, and said, "When did you have a brother? What is your brother's name? Why hasn't Uncle Shun heard of it?"

"I've always had a brother. ”

Ah Jiu frowned and was a little displeased, ignored Uncle Ah Shun, and continued to walk towards the tea mountain, shouting, "Brother-"

"Ajiu, it's dark and the fog is heavy, what are you looking for, brother, go back quickly. ”

The middle-aged man reminded him.

But Ah Jiu didn't pay attention to it, which made the middle-aged man in Ling Yi frown and think about it, glanced at Ah Jiu and continued to go down the mountain. When he came to the terraces below, he saw that there were still people planting rice, so he shouted, "It's getting dark, go home." ”

"Come on. ”

The witch people who planted the rice responded.

"By the way, Ajiu said to go to find Brother, when will Ajiu have a brother?"

Middle-aged clothes.

"What did you say, why didn't Ajiu have a brother?"

The witch who planted the rice straightened his waist and said.

"Really?"

The middle-aged man in the cloth was stunned for a moment, and said, "Why don't I know? What is the name of her brother? Is it lost?"

"What, isn't her brother just ......?"

The witch who planted the rice was stunned, and suddenly forgot the name of Brother Ajiu, and the image of Brother Ajiu gradually faded in his mind, so he asked the people around him: "Yes, what is the name of Brother Ajiu?"

"Does Ajiu have a brother?"

"Yes. ”

"What's it called?"

"Hey, I can't remember it for a while...... Oh, it doesn't seem to be, Ajiu seems to be on his own. One of the witches was a little dazed and said, "It's strange, why do I think that Ajiu has a brother, it feels like I've seen it......"

At this time, in their minds, the existence of Brother Ajiu gradually disappeared.

And on the tea mountain.

The girl Ajiu is still looking for her brother, but she has not found it, and more and more people say that she does not have a brother......

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