Chapter 321: Why Tea (2)
The heat of the charcoal fire is warm and long, and in the kettle on the small stove, a pot of water is just at the moment when it is about to boil.
"Well, counting this slightly cold room temperature, the water temperature should be just right when brewing. Alice tapped the kettle lightly with a small wooden stick that plucked the charcoal fire, and with a crisp sound, she pouted at Sun Suhenu, "This water is newly taken from Hupao Spring, how about it, it's okay for you, I said that I would like to invite you to tea, but it is not perfunctory to you." β
Sun Suhe smiled: "Then I have to ask you to drink sugar water ten times to repay you." β
"Ten times I want to repay, I want to be beautiful. At least twenty times. Alice laughed as she took out two clear and clean glasses and threw them into the air, and her mind prompted, and the two glasses swayed and floated in the air.
Alice lifted the kettle with one hand, and brushed the other hand through the rim of the glass like a string, and the delicate and fragrant tea leaves of the buds and leaves gently fell into the cup. The hot water rushed down, and the faint aroma of tea immediately drifted away.
Alice put the kettle back in its place, took a cup of tea and held it in her palm, and the other cup flew straight towards Sun Suhe. Sun Su is anti-burning, calm and concentrated, the air flow in his palm is surging, and he holds this cup of hot tea in his hand like Alice, although it is not as easy as Alice, but he is already familiar with simple air flow manipulation.
In late autumn, the night is deep and the weather is cold, especially the cold in the south, and there is a penetrating clammy cold that penetrates into the body. At this time, the warmth of the tea fragrance comes from the small cup, and the clear tea soup has not yet entered the throat to make people feel comfortable and inexhaustible.
Looking at the pieces of tea leaves flying up and down in the cup, Sun Suhe felt that the boredom in his chest seemed to be relaxed with the warmth of this tea fragrance, he put down the block in his heart for the time being, and joked with Alice: "Is it that simple? β
Alice listened to it with a smile, and said with a smile: "It's good that you said this to me, and if someone else else either laughed off his big teeth or beat you out." β
"What do you mean by that?" asked Sun Suhe with interest.
"Those tea sets and rituals with all kinds of tricks have two functions, one is that it can indeed make good tea more conveniently with the help of some tools, and the other is that it is purely for some gimmicks to forcibly pursue a sense of ritual to bluff people. What you said about patrolling the city and nodding the phoenix nodding is a marketing method made by Taiwanese tea merchants in the early years, and it has nothing to do with the serious tea ceremony. β
Alice said with some indignation: "A good tea is a natural beauty, every move is amorous, if you have to take some vulgar rules to restrain her, let her apply grease and powder, and make her stand up and twist her hips, it is really dirty and vulgar." When it comes to making tea, I don't need tools to grasp it just right, and of course I don't do those funny tea art performances. It's natural to get the true flavor of it, what to say is simple, this is called the sound of the elephant is invisible, okay?"
Sun Suhe nodded hurriedly, "What your old man instructed." β
Alice gently blew on the heat dissipation, took a sip of tea soup, and then said: "I read an essay by Mr. Zhitang a few days ago: Drink tea under the paper window of the tiled house, clear spring green tea, use a simple ceramic tea set, drink with two or three people, get half a day's leisure, can be worth ten years of dusty dreams. (1) This is the third true meaning. β
Sun Suhe felt something, he put his lips on the wall of the cup and took a shallow sip of tea, feeling the slightly bitter fragrance stirring between his lips and teeth, and then turning into a clear aftertaste surging in his throat.
He is facing a very important and difficult choice in his life, but are all the troubles that he hesitates to solve really come from this choice?
It's better to drink this cup of tea, go with the flow, and turn the contradictions and troubles into floating gossip.
But can it be done?
Sun Suhe vaguely groped for some contexts, but he still couldn't understand it, and he couldn't get through it, and he couldn't stop tangling in his heart.
Alice said, "I've read a lot of tea books here since I came back to this world. I remember that Okakura Tenshin's "Book of Tea" mentions an allusion to "Boya taming the harp" (2), although there is no source to examine, most of it is made up by himself, but it is very interesting to read. β
Alice said: "Legend has it that in the ancient times, there was a paulownia tree in Longmen Canyon, which was the king of trees in the forest. One day, a skilled Taoist made it into a miraculous qin, but this qin has a spirit and is unruly, and only the strongest luthier in the world can tame it. β
"The Chinese emperor regarded it as a treasure, and many luthiers tried to play a beautiful note on its strings, but all efforts were in vain. The piano merely emitted a contemptuous cacophony of screeching and babbling, disdainful of being in harmony with the song in their mouthsβthe piano refused to identify its luthier. β
Eventually, the best in the piano world tamed the piano and played a wonderful sound. The emperor was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Boya the secret of taming the piano. Boya replied that the other musicians were anxious to play their own songs, while I chose my own theme from the piano. β
The story is not complicated, but Alice speaks slowly, rubbing her fingers against the wall of the glass that is no longer hot, and whispers as if to herself: "The author uses this story to illustrate the mystery of art appreciation." But I found a different truth in it. If it is true that the piano chooses its own theme and can play a wonderful sound, can those vulgar and inferior luthiers give up their own thoughts and let the will of the piano lead the way by the nose to play such a tune?"
"Absolutely not. Sun Suhe replied: "It is Boya who controls the piano, not the piano, which is the key." Going with the flow is by no means laissez-faire, it's really mysterious......"
When Sun Suhe said this, he suddenly stopped, and seemed to have an understanding in his heart.
Alice still looked at the clear tea in the cup, and whispered to herself: "The pride and idealistic impulse in your heart are just like this piano, and my biggest fear is that you will be driven to hurt yourself by it." But your hesitation and contradiction indicate that you have begun to consciously think about the advance and retreat, hesitation and contradiction are not a bad thing, and pride and idealistic impulses are not a bad thing, ha, you are already qualified to tame this piano. β
Sun Suhe was like eating and drinking, and the block in his chest disappeared for a while. He took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Thank you, it's good to have you." β
Alice smiled: "I just clicked on you, even if I don't say it, you will figure it out, it's just a little more painful, haha." β
"No, it's not just a nod to me, I'm going to start thinking about a big part of this because of you. β
"Really?" Alice raised an eyebrow, "Sure enough, it's better to ask for others than for yourself." β
Both laughed at the same time.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright, and the damp chill of the night was dispelled by the warm currents around you. A stove, two cups of tea, and the water in the kettle gurgling pleasantly.
Alice pursed her lips, "It would be nice if I could have some light tea." I originally asked Lao Cai to prepare some, but it seems to have been stolen and eaten by a fat cat who didn't admit it. β
Sun Suhe smiled: "A few words of gossip are already the best thing to accompany tea, isn't it?"