"Brother, listen to me tell a story. ”

When the girl said this, I was a little surprised. Because it's been a long time since I've heard that title, since, that time away.

"Have a cup of tea?" I didn't say very directly, but the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

When I reached out to remove the mayfly, the girl hurriedly stopped me, "I don't need tea, it's not my own story." ”

But I still removed the mayfly.

"Don't you think it's strange to come to the tea house and not drink tea?" I gently carried the porcelain bottle and shook it. "I'm not called the Forget Worry Tea House here, I have to come to drink tea for the sake of forgetting. It's also good to have a drink when you're usually fine. ”

"Please?" I lifted the curtain of the tearoom and raised my hand.

"Please!" the girl followed my example, and went to the tea-room, raised her hand at me, and winked her eyes mischievously at me.

"Huh. ”

There was really nothing to be done.

"How come I don't know when I'm going to have a sister?" I saw that the girl was sitting alone and bored, so I put down the fan in my hand and laughed.

"That's it, hehe. The girl was stunned at first, but quickly reacted, holding her chin with her left hand and smiling.

"Then am I a freshman or a sophomore, or a junior or a fourth?" I gently placed the rinsed tea cup in front of the girl and raised the corners of my mouth.

Xiao Wu, her ring is still with me.

Hearing me ask, the girl smiled more and more happily, "Of course it's a junior!"

I raised my eyebrows, threw all the mayflies in the porcelain vase into the glass pot, and slowly boiled them. The tea leaves of the mayfly are very thin, like one mayfly after another, and like a piece of cicada wings, which looks very thin and weak.

However, those who have touched it know that although the cicada wings are thin, they are extremely flexible.

"Okay, okay, you're poor. Tell me, what's the story?" I closed the lid of the glass pot, sat down in front of her, and crossed my hands gently.

"They all say that feelings are like old wine, the older the time, the more mellow the aroma. But is it really brewing? or is it a waste?" Xiao Wu didn't start telling the story directly, but asked a question that didn't look like a problem.

Because it belongs to life, and life never has a definite answer.

"If it's koji and glutinous rice, it's brewed, and if it's clear water and water, it's just a simple addition. "I'm used to not answering, but asking rhetorical questions, leading thinking.

"Yes. ”

Xiao Wu thought for a while, and when she answered, the water was boiling.

I bowed my head and offered her a mayfly, because I still didn't say a word: brewing, and getting it is not necessarily wine.

But I didn't say it, because it hurt some people, hurt future generations.

"This time the taste is much lighter than last time. Xiao Wu's cheeks moved slightly, and his jaw was slightly raised. This is to use the muscles of the cheeks and tongue to let the tea slowly flow from the tip of the tongue to the base of the tongue, overflow into the cavity, and then flow into the throat to moisturize the heart and lungs.

Tea tasting needs to be slow, otherwise the taste of any tea in the mouth will become bland and tasteless, except for bitterness or bitterness.

"Maybe it's because you're not a tea person. I also raised my glass and took a sip lightly, it was indeed light, and it was even more bitter.

"Yes. ”

-

This is a story very similar to this cup of tea, monotonous and ordinary, if you have to ask me why I say it, maybe a little unwilling, right?

It can only be unwilling, right?

-

Xiao Wu looked at the teacup when he spoke, and almost every tea guest had this habit, as if it was the person in the story.

Maybe yes.

Xiao Wu's voice is like her words, and you don't need to think carefully to hear the unwillingness, but there is still most of the helplessness.

It's like this mayfly, you say it's dull and tasteless, but it's so bitter.

-

The male protagonist in the story is called Luo, and the heroine in it is called Bai.

Luo and Bai's families are very ordinary, like most families in the last century, their parents are factory workers, they don't have a lot of money, they don't have any scholarly families, and some just work 9 to 5, year after year.

From this point of view, Luo and Bai have known each other since they were young, at least for as long as they can remember. For young people, the other party is like a companion of their birth, born as a part of their life.

They will hang out with each other, borrow villain books from each other, and eat meat buns together. It can be said that the current lovers have done the most desirable things, and they are even more intimate.

But just friends.

They both know that they don't have any special feelings for each other, they are just friends. If you have to say why the two are so close, maybe it's just because of habit.

-

"But I think sometimes getting used to it is also a kind of love, and the love is deep.

Really, brother?"

Xiao Wu's sudden pause made me a little unresponsive, because I was also thinking about this question.

"At that time, I didn't know what liking was. "I can't give a definite answer because I don't dare to judge.

If you have to say like or love, does habit count?

"Well, too. ”

It's the third time.

I looked at Xiao Wu, and my eyes were a little dark.

Is it unintentional or unintentional?

-

But then they grew up and fell in love, and it came naturally.

This love is not very sweet, because they have been together too much, and many romances between couples have become accustomed to them. So they developed rapidly like this, and soon reached the threshold of marriage.

The two of them, who had a smooth ride, finally touched the wall once, and it was not an ordinarily thick kind.

It is said that the marriage of a man and a woman is all based on a "parent's order and the words of the matchmaker", and if the parents do not agree, this family affair is basically blown. And Luo and Bai encountered such a difficulty, and it was a matter of life and death that both parents did not agree to.

Don't think I'm serious, this is really a matter of life and death, if it weren't for the death, there might be no story afterward.

At that time, Bai's mother felt that Luo was young and frivolous and unreliable, and Luo's mother felt that Bai was too smart and not at ease. The two sides coincided and decided to break up the two. But he was born to be stubborn, forced to die, and in the end, Luo's mother could only beg Bai to marry him, and Bai didn't care about the family's opposition and married Luo.

In this way, the two of them married the so-called love.

When they weren't married, they were relatively sweet. Luo is a little tsundere who likes to make romance, and not long after Doraemon became popular, he secretly bought a very small Doraemon key ring to hang on Shiro's car key, wanting to surprise Shiro. But Bai didn't find out when he rode the little electric donkey, and he was wronged!

Not long after they got married, they had a child, a girl.

Luo's mother was patriarchal, and she was very dissatisfied with Bai leaving a girl, so she kept instigating Luo and Bai with words. When Bai was confined, she could only eat unnutritious shredded bread every day, and then she was weak and hospitalized, and was pointed out by Luo's mother that she "couldn't climb high", and among them, she didn't see the courage when she didn't marry.

It's chilling for a long time.

-

Later, they lost the so-called love at the beginning, and only had a tedious and programmed life. Xiao Wu once raised his tea cup and took a sip.

The bottom of the cup is a little empty.

"There is no ending to this story, or it is doomed. In fact, I don't mean anything else by saying this, I just want to say it. ”

Xiao Wu didn't wait for me to refill the mayfly for her, but stood up, "Don't drink it, it's too bitter." ”

"Good. I put down my cup and stood up with her. She turned her back to me and didn't let me see her expression, but somehow, I felt a sense of sadness.

"What is the name of the girl born to Luo and Shiro?"

"Little Five. ”

"I'm glad that my three views have not been distorted because of these pasts, and I haven't become a person like them, nor have I become the kind of person I don't want to see the most. "I'm glad that my three views have not been distorted because of these pasts, and I haven't become a person like them, nor have I become the kind of person I don't want to see the most. (Idle Tea House, Mr. Ming's private emotional platform.) Sometimes I will send it to everyone to see, if you like it, you can leave a message)