Seeing that Yan Qingrui was a little dazed, the young man smiled, and his handsome face, which was originally handsome and picturesque, was suddenly unparalleled in elegance and brilliance. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Yan Qingrui remembered that Shangguan Qianyu was praised in the Tianqian Capital nowadays: the light wind and the moon are dust-free, and the bright wind is like a moon wheel.

This person's smile is really brilliant and unparalleled.

The young man said, "How about this tea?"

Yan Qingrui nodded lightly and said, "Okay!"

It was just one word, but the young man nodded and said, "My bitter rain, the people who have drunk it, they only have this one word to evaluate!"

Yan Qingrui said: "Yes, everything tastes like it, in the lips, in the teeth, and in the tongue, but after a hundred turns, there is only this one word on the lips." No more. ”

The young man stroked his palms and smiled: "That's right, the taste of real precipitation, originally like this, can make people talk endlessly, that is superficial, can make the population like a river, that is cliché, can make people praise, that is ordinary, can make people's hearts turn a thousand times, but there is only one word evaluation, and there is no superfluity, it is my bitter rain." ”

Yan Qingrui said: "This tea is made by yourself?"

The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled, there was both dusty detachment and arrogance in his smile, but he looked at Yan Qingrui, his brows trembled, as if he was telling her a big secret, and said: "You don't know, this tea was discovered by me by accident, except in the Shadowless Valley, there is no one in the world." I carefully concoct it, and I can get two taels a year!"

You can get two taels a year!

Yan Qingrui glanced at the young man without a trace.

Shadowless Valley only opens the valley once every three years, and although the time to open the valley is the time to pick tea, it is impossible to pick tea and make tea so calmly, let alone get two taels a year.

This person is the aboriginal of the Shadowless Valley.

Yan Qingrui took another sip of tea, tasting the taste of the five flavors of reincarnation, only to feel a little bitter between her lips.

The bitterness is not the bitterness of tea, but the bitterness of life. Is this where the name Kuyu tea comes from?

She remembered that in her last life, ten years of training, five years of refinement, at the age of twenty-two, became the seventh thief in the world, never missed, and her business is very large, multinational group companies, annual performance is stable and continuous growth, she also owns two thousand hectares of farms, two private islands, houses and villas bought in various places, there are probably seven or eight sets, and it is also considered a nourishing life.

However, it was just to save someone, all of this did not belong to her, she came to this world, here, step by step out of her own way.

Even now, she has Wanyutang, the name of the silver-faced Langjun is also well-known in the rivers and lakes, and her grandfather's unjust death is already being investigated, and she will liquidate the enemies of the year one by one.

Or in the eyes of others, she is also extremely beautiful, but those pains, those pains, and those tiredness have never been understood only by herself.

Those struggles, struggles, those amazing outbursts between life and death, those boundless despair when no one is in the dark night, only she knows.

For two lifetimes, she was alone.

There is no warmth of family affection, no nourishment of love, no friendship...... Or in this life, there should be friendship, such as Bai Xiaoxi, but that is only the friendship that belongs to the original body, not hers.

It turns out that her life seems to be beautiful, but it is just lonely and lonely!