After Xiao Er disappeared in place, the curtain was also lowered.

Calm also returned to the front of the teahouse.

'Sand~' lifted a cloud of wind and dust from the ground, and it also blew gently in front of the teahouse, as if sweeping the snow in front of the door, and also brought a crisp and hoarse sound.

At this moment, the surroundings have also calmed down, and even the wind and dust that has been lifted up are like flying time, passing in the blink of an eye.

Yang Zhenqiang was still standing and sitting at table No. 3, but his eyes were looking at the direction of Xiao Er's departure, and his deep pupils gradually gathered, as if he was thoughtfully observing Xiao Er's departure and his actions in front of the teahouse.

For him, everything in this teahouse, as well as the departed Xiao Er himself, gave him a strange illusion, and the feeling that came to his heart at this moment.

'Whew' he let out a low breath of turbidity, and looked at the teapot on the wooden table beside him.

I saw that Yang Zhenqiang turned over the teacup on the wooden table, picked up the teapot on the side, and slowly went in, the pale yellow tea in the teapot, like a waterfall, flowed straight into the teacup.

'Whoop~' When the tea comes into contact with the air, it also makes a crisp sound.

'Bang~'

When the tea dripped on the tea surface at the last moment, when the water surface of the teacup was also calmed down a little, the teapot was also placed on the wooden table by Yang Zhenqiang, and a crisp sound sounded on the table, and it did not fall for a long time.

After putting the teapot away, a gentle breeze blew through Yang Zhenqiang's cheeks.

Under the breeze, Yang Zhenqiang also slowly raised his hand, gently picked up the teacup that had been poured before, and slowly put it on the corner of his mouth, but paused for a few minutes.

A wisp of mist floated out of the teacup, and the mist faded past his lips and went straight up for nine days.

Pause.

A scent of tea, oily, mixed with a wisp of mist, entered Yang Zhenqiang's nose.

He sniffed the scent of tea, and did not enter it immediately, but looked at the scene in all directions, and also looked at the four directions of the teahouse, but felt a trace of tranquility.

When he looked in all directions, the expression in his eyes unconsciously became cold, "I'm afraid that there is really something wrong with this teahouse, if there is no abnormality, what is this little two afraid of?" muttered softly at the corner of his mouth, and also wondered what Xiao Er said just now.

As Yang Zhenqiang himself said, if he didn't walk at night or did anything wrong, he was not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, and he would not have said that kind reminder.

In this way, Yang Zhenqiang's pupils were also tightly contracting, his eyes trembled slightly, but the appearance of the whole person was like a breeze, although he was a little calm, but the expression on his face was not simple, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

"Forget it, it's still important to your wife and children, whether there is anything unusual in this teahouse has nothing to do with you, you can continue to hurry after a while. Yang Zhenqiang shook his head, shook his chaotic thoughts out, and didn't continue to think about it.

After all, at this moment, this is less than an hour and a half from the time agreed between Yang Zhenqiang and that person, and this time is obviously approaching.

If, in less than an hour and a half, he cannot reach the top of the mountain to save his wife and children, then the safety of his wife and children is also unknown.

Yang Zhenqiang could not guarantee that under an uncertain factor, it was impossible for him to be so calm and sit here and taste the fragrance of tea.

Even though the expression on his face was a little flat, his heart was already calm, just like the raging waves, hitting the mountains and rocks again and again, it also brought a surging sense of restlessness.

At this moment, the mist in the teacup gradually dissipated, and the fragrance was a little duller, but it could be transmitted into Yang Zhenqiang's nostrils, and there was no taste at all.

It is equivalent to that the tea at the moment is still a good cup of tea, but in his eyes, it is as bland and slightly bitter as light and clean boiled water.

Yang Zhenqiang smashed his eyes, and even the cooled tea was slowly drunk by him, but the bitterness remained on the corner of his mouth.

The teacup has not been put down for a long time, even if the tea in the teacup is drunk by him, and he may still hear the echo when he knocks it gently, but he has never seen it put down, and he still stays on the corner of his mouth and gently tastes the edge of the teacup.

More than ten seconds later.

The teacup was removed from the corner of Yang Zhenqiang's mouth and placed flat on the tabletop, 'bang~' The moment the teacup was placed on the tabletop, there was a crisp side sound on the table.

The scorching sun of the past, but at this moment, through the branches above the shed, and through the thin shed, like raindrops, it was densely sprinkled on the ground, and it also hit the ground, and it happened to be imprinted on the teacup that Yang Zhenqiang had drunk.

Through the bright sun, I found that on the edge of the teacup, there was an extra lip and tooth crack, which was obviously a trace left by Yang Zhenqiang's teeth.

Clear but deep and shallow.

A few seconds later, the mark that remained on the edge of the teacup, and at this moment, a drop of water slid down the porcelain cup from the tooth mark and landed on the table.

'Ding~'

The crisp sound rang out sideways at this moment, and it also resounded throughout the tabletop, breaking the silence of the moment.

A few seconds passed.

The voice fell slowly.

Yang Zhenqiang also raised his hand and put it on the table, his eyes swept around, and he also looked in all directions.

At this moment, the teahouse seems extremely calm, like the calm before the storm, hidden by the surging waves.

It's just that he didn't notice the surge under this undercurrent, and even if he did, he didn't want to care about anything, let alone kill innocently like he did in the horse post before.

At this moment, his eyes also swept around, but finally stopped on the peach blossom tree on the side.

Whether it's this peach blossom tree, or the white cloth supported by bamboo poles on the side, or the little two who came out before... All of this reveals an unbelievable atmosphere.

I don't think it's suspicious.

The peach blossom trees in this season are some delicious and beautiful, but they also make people feel a little confused, "I don't know, whether it's my own illusion, I always feel that everything in this teahouse reveals a confusing atmosphere." Yang Zhenqiang looked at the peach blossom tree and the flying petals, but he always gave him a strange feeling that he couldn't say.

Although this Yang Zhenqiang didn't want to pay attention to this teahouse, the more he didn't want to pay attention, the more he didn't want to pay attention, this teahouse seemed to have a kind of magic, pushing his eyes away.

Yang Zhenqiang was strange and puzzled.

Suddenly.

In the air, a smell of flowers entered Yang Zhenqiang's nostrils.

"Is this the smell of flowers? Why didn't you smell it just now? "The flowers all around are full of fragrance.

Yang Zhenqiang smelled the fragrance of flowers, and also smelled the smell that was floating in the air, and looked around, as if he was deliberately looking for the source of the fragrance of flowers, but finally stopped his eyes on the peach blossom tree, and also stayed between the petals that were scattered.

Looking at the petals floating in the air, and also looking at the petals scattered in the air, I don't know why, but there is an illusion, those petals, as well as the petals on the ground, are floating towards Yang Zhenqiang's location, the speed is a little slow, and it looks like someone is manipulating.

"Is it a delusion?"

Yang Zhenqiang raised his hands lightly and tried to wipe his eyes, but when he removed his hands for the first time, he found that those petals were really floating towards him, "It doesn't look like an illusion." The corners of his mouth whispered a little, and he was very puzzled.

These petals seemed to have been manipulated by someone, and they were attacking Yang Zhenqiang.

But the closer the petals are, there is also a fragrance all over the body at this moment, which is the fragrance of flowers, not like the fragrance of peach blossoms.

With the flow of the surrounding air, the fragrance spread to the surroundings of the teahouse and drifted into Yang Zhenqiang's nostrils, and the fragrance that came to his face slowly increased between Yang Zhenqiang's sense of smell.

Looking at the petals that drifted towards him, and smelling the fragrance of flowers that were not peach blossoms, his eyes were trembling slightly, his eyes were also looking in all directions, and the beads of sweat on his brows were also covered with his forehead.

What kind of vision has appeared in the teahouse, which was originally as plain as water, is also a huge doubt.

The teapot on the wooden table was picked up by him again, poured it into the teacup, and put the teapot in his hand down and placed it on the table. His hand left the teapot, moved towards the teacup again, and slowly picked up the teacup after pouring the tea, and drank it down.

'Goo Dong~'

The tea went down his throat and made a crisp sound.

After drinking, Yang Zhenqiang put the teacup back on the table, and the 'bang' teacup was also smashed on the table by him, making a slight noise, the sound sounded sideways, entered the four directions, and was also buried by the silence around him.

After Yang Zhenqiang put down the teacup, the sound on the table disappeared into the air.

The tea also went down, but the petals of the peach blossoms seemed to have been moving slowly, giving people the feeling of spinning in place.

A minute has passed.

The fragrance of flowers is getting heavier and heavier, and even wafting into Yang Zhenqiang's nostrils makes him almost unbearable.

He raised his hand, covered his nose slightly, and slowly stood up, his whole body straightened a little.

"Huh?"

After standing on his body, Yang Zhenqiang obviously felt some weakness in his legs and feet, and his eyes were blurred a little, he raised his hands and gently wiped his eyes... But in the next second, when he opened his eyes, the vague strength increased a few points, and the weakness of his legs and feet increased a few points.

Faced with such a situation, I had to support the table with one hand and slowly sat down again.

Now, on the one hand, the petals of the peach blossom tree are attacking him, and on the other hand, the fragrance of the flowers that are not peach blossoms is gradually increasing.

In this way, in the face of extremely unfavorable circumstances, coupled with the gradual blurring of his eyes and the weakness of his legs and feet, Yang Zhenqiang had no choice but to flatten his body, slowly closed his eyes, and sat up on the single bench.