For some reason, when I saw the word Fusheng, I felt an indescribable sadness in my heart, as if a woman was singing in her ear word by word: Fusheng, Fusheng, Fu~Sheng~~

In a daze, I cast my eyes away, and the bustling crowd shook my already presbyopic eyes even more clearly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yun Ziyou looked at the stunned woman at the banquet in the west and clenched her hands: did she deliberately avoid it or did she really remember clearly?

He picked up the tea with some resentment and drank it down, completely oblivious to the countless stunned gazes that surrounded him, or even the protests of others raising their fists—the tea was all he brought casually from the table of the immortals next to him.

Even if he is given another 30,000 years, 30,000 years, he will not forget, she smiled and looked at him with a bowl of soup.

She looked at him, smiled with her eyebrows, and said softly: "Husband, this bowl of floating soup, I will only boil it for you~~"

"Why is it called Fusheng Soup?" I still remember that at that time, he put his arm around her slender waist and rubbed her fluttering hair and asked her.

"Guess. She spun around mischievously, like a small fish, deftly gliding away from his restless hand. The blood-colored Luo skirt bloomed in mid-air, like a mandala blooming by the Lethe River.

"Don't you know that my little wife is so eccentric that even the Jizo King Bodhisattva can't do anything?" he shrugged his shoulders deliberately, looking at her smiling like a flower standing not far away.

"Really?" she looked up at him with an innocent expression.

"Now, beautiful god of wind and wine, you can tell your poor husband why you call this soup Fusheng?" he quickly climbed up to her words, and showed weakness.

Sure enough, as he expected, as soon as she was proud, she would be like a little girl, and everything would pour out in one go.

"Because~~ Haha, I won't tell you ......" She deliberately attached to his ear, and the silver bell-like laughter tickled his ears with her exhaled breath, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

It was only later that he saw the past that disappeared between him and her from the Sansheng Stone. At that time, he understood why she, who had always been giggling and heartless, suddenly became so deep and sad.

She sat at the water's edge, leaning on the pole of the luxuriant peach blossom tree, and the flowers were falling.

The originally delicate eyebrows frowned tightly, and the white jade feet soaked in the clear water, stirring up rippling ripples from time to time.

Falling pink petals snaked down her ankles. The scenery in front of me seems to have stopped with the slumber of the person in the painting.

Step by step, he walked in front of her, his eyes didn't know whether it was the chill or the waves that affected the past, he stretched out his hand and opened his mouth blankly: "Jiujiu, do you believe in the legend of the Sansheng Stone?"

Yun Ziyou thought that he would touch her pink petal-like cheeks, or walk around and wake him up, but nothing. He grabbed a handful of Void and fell headlong.

"Hahahaha......" The immortals who had been looking at Yun Ziyou couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong?" King Chu Jiang leaned over when he heard the voice.

"Nothing. Just a tea-drunk weirdo. Ha ha. Feng Jiu hid the look of surprise in his eyes, glanced deeply at the fainted Yun Ziyou, and then snorted: "Dianjun, isn't it time to present the award?"

"Yes, yes. At the mention of this, King Chu Jiang was also very excited, and hurriedly went to communicate with the other two judges and began to prepare to announce the results. In fact, if he was a little more careful, he would find the clue: Feng Jiu, who had always been cold and arrogant, would never take the initiative to talk to him, let alone respect him......

"What's wrong?" Looking at King Chu Jiang who ran over excitedly, the ghost mother asked curiously.

"It's nothing, a little fairy who is not very familiar with it, said that he was drunk after eating tea!" King Chu Jiang quickly explained, and then couldn't wait to turn to the topic: "It's time to announce the results, right?"

In the haze, I seemed to hear a faint call, as if it was Jiujiu, maybe to save me...... Listening carefully, it was the excited voice of King Chu Jiang, and I shook my head, as if I could be sober up a little bit: It seems that I can't accept old age anymore, and I have begun to have auditory hallucinations.

"Lord Meng Po, aunt, do you think this is okay?" King Chu Jiang looked at me and the ghost mother, with a look of anticipation, a white face became white due to excitement, and it was worthy of four words with both color and fragrance: blowing can be broken.

The ghost mother didn't say a word and looked at me. I narrowed my eyes and said, "Dianjun, you can do it." The old man is getting older, and it is inconvenient to toss anymore. I'm tired of you helping to take care of one or two tonight. ”

King Chujiang said again and again, he didn't dare to be, he didn't dare to be. I walked out on the grounds that I was too old to stay up late, and returned to my secluded little courtyard.

The evening breeze blew in gusts, shaking the bamboo rustling in the yard, and under the cold moonlight, the bamboo shadows were slanted and mottled.

Suddenly remembered that there was a pack of new tea that Xiao Zhong had just sent in the house, so he opened it layer by layer, twisted a trick and boiled a pot of water to brew it.

As the heat faded, a faint fragrance spread through the room like an ethereal mist.

"Hmm~" I squinted my eyes comfortably as I drank tea. Squinting and squinting, I suddenly felt that something was not quite right~

Is this "temperature of the soul" so different from the taste of the last time Xiao Zhong sent it? Could it be a new variety sent by Xiao Zhong?

Thinking of this, I became excited, and I soaked in another cup of boiling water. After drinking it, it didn't seem to be anything special, so I filled it up again. When the three cups of tea were down and my head began to bang and dizzy, I secretly said: It's over, and I fell headlong.

This tea is the variety I use to entertain the immortals.

It was originally made by picking the feather spirit flowers in the fairy mountains of the eight directions accompanied by the morning light jade dew on the Yunling Mountains in Changzhou. In order to better blend the flavor of the floating soup, I added a few dried mandala flowers to the tea.

Don't underestimate these mandal flowers, although they are not hindered by the taste of tea, they greatly enrich the taste and level of the soup.

After a bowl of soup, drink a cup of tea, the originally mellow floating soup is like a seven-colored brocade that slowly opens at night, and the taste is like the color of a flower. This soup tastes like a floating dream, sweet and sour, all kinds of tastes, all in that short cup of tea. The tea is exhausted, a bowl of floating life, and I am stunned.

However, the most fatal point is that after drinking the floating soup, this tea cannot be drunk more than three times.

After three lights, the dream opens, and the past will roll in like smoke. And the more you drink, the less self-consciousness remains, and the deeper you fall into the dream.

Therefore, I was very stingy, and after the immortals drank the floating soup, they only served one cup of tea to each guest.

This tea, I call it "Dream".