In the early morning, it rained lightly, but there were not many fewer people in the park.

This continuous rainy season is also a symbol of Jiangnan, or in other words, compared to a sunny day, the rainy Jiangnan is more charming, many tourists are willing to pay far more than the value of the goods to buy an oil-paper umbrella, stroll on the riverside bridge, feel the rain 'Meng' 'Meng' 'Meng' poetic and picturesque.

Duan Xueqing didn't ride a bicycle today, she still held an umbrella to go to the teahouse to read, her long skirt was fluttering, and her faint complexion gradually changed from top to bottom, and when she reached the hem, the green 'color' with the blue 'waves' and slight ripples was already as rich as a green meadow.

After all, the family is engaged in the fashion industry - although it is just a buyer's shop, the clothes that Duan Xueqing wears look very simple, but they are by no means ordinary bargains, whether it is design or materials, there is no one that cannot be bought for 1,800 yuan.

However, clothes are just a foil, no matter how good-looking clothes are, if you don't know how to match the eye and a suitable figure, no matter how good-looking the clothes are, they are in vain.

Duan Xueqing just met both conditions, although the umbrella covered most of her face, and the stunning 'beauty' of the 'flower' and moon's appearance was missing, her tall figure and long hair fluttering down also attracted the attention of people along the way.

No one wants to be disturbed, because the 'girl' child in front of her is like the girl holding an oil-paper umbrella in Mr. Dai Wangshu's poems.

"She has

Lilac-like color

Lilac-like fragrance

Lilac-like sorrow ......"

Meeting her in the rain alley of Jiangnan is like a dream. Dreams are beautiful and fragile, and no one dares or wants to break them, so they can only stop and gaze silently.

She floated by

Like a dream

It's as miserable as a dream, and it's ......"

After entering the teahouse, putting down the umbrella, and saying hello to the shopkeeper's uncle, Duan Xueqing walked to her own box upstairs with her small schoolbag. say

I still make my own tea. Duan Xueqing loves transparent glass teapots and purple sand teacups. It's a bit weird, but it doesn't matter, just like it. The fine West Lake Longjing is soaked in hot water in a glass teapot, and the stretch of each tea leaf can be seen clearly.

Drinking tea is sometimes a state of mind. Duan Xueqing took this statement very seriously, and whenever she watched the Longjing tea slowly unfold in the glass teapot, and then fell silent, the delicate green leaves and the tender yellow tea soup were still clear enough to see through the hearts of tea drinkers. If there were no red dust, the world could be so simple.

Turning the page, the traces of the bookmark are still there, but the painful sourness seems to be much less, Duan Xueqing took a sip of tea and watched quietly.

I hadn't seen the man for two days, and hadn't been seen since he left that day. It's like throwing a small stone into the vast sea, without a ripple.

Duan Xueqing didn't think of him anymore, as if he was just a passerby who unintentionally bumped his shoulder in his life, how should he be, what should he be.

However, the world is always unpredictable, and it is not impossible for the person you think will be able to unswervingly accompany you for a lifetime in this life and suddenly get off the bus and leave halfway, and it is not impossible for that passer-by who does not care about it to reappear in your life at some time in the future.

There is no need for a future!

"Miss Duan! Hi! A familiar voice suddenly penetrated the rain curtain and entered.

Duan Xueqing frowned, reading a book and being engrossed, it felt very bad to be interrupted. She subconsciously looked out the window at the source of the sound.

It's him?

What is that man's name? It's like the surname is white, and it's the same as my favorite color. By the way, it's called Bai Tingyuan! Duan Xueqing looked at the guy standing on the embankment for a while, and then remembered the name of this passer-by.

'Quite funny', Bai Tingyuan carefully stood on the embankment that was a little slippery because of the rain, and in order to balance his body, he spread his arms so that the umbrella that was originally covering his head was also crooked to the side.

"Hey!" Bai Tingyuan laughed brightly, "You're really here!" ”

Duan Xueqing looked at him swaying, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, she didn't want to shout, but she was afraid that the rain would not be heard on the other side, so she had to gesture and say, "Be careful, come down!" ”

Last time, he 'got' an oolong, but Bai Tingyuan didn't misunderstand Duan Xueqing's meaning again this time, he laughed and said, "Right away, I'll see if you're not there." By the way, do you mind if I go up to drink tea with you? ”

Drink tea? If you want to drink tea, there are a lot of seats in the teahouse, not to mention the lobby, in addition to Duan Xueqing's box on the second floor, there are many private rooms that are open to the public!

The rain was not heavy, but the scattered rain still wet Bai Tingyuan's hair. Duan Xueqing hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

The second time he came, Bai Tingyuan seemed to be much more familiar with the road.

After coming in, Bai Tingyuan was not busy sitting down, he stood at the entrance of the 'door', took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped the rain on his head and cheeks, and sat down opposite Duan Xueqing when he wiped it clean.

It's still the same as last time, Duan Xueqing was looking at the book in her hand during the whole process, and she didn't raise her head.

Bai Tingyuan didn't say a word, he simply "greeted" two sentences: "It's raining, no one takes wedding photos, just enough to rest for a day." ”

Duan Xueqing raised her head this time and glanced at Bai Tingyuan twice, the man was still smiling with sunshine, Duan Xueqing did not 'show' an impatient expression because he was disturbed.

Cherishing words like gold, Duan Xueqing was reluctant to even say a word, only to see her looking down at the coffee table, as if there was something on the coffee table that attracted her more.

Bai Tingyuan smiled: "I thought you weren't here today, so I took a look outside, but I didn't expect you to be there." ”

"Yes, the Longjing tea you have here is the most authentic I have ever drunk!" Bai Tingyuan gave a thumbs up and said with a smile, "Don't you know, I drank tea here once, and after I went back, I didn't feel right when I drank other teas in the past few days!" ”

Duan Xueqing didn't say anything, she sat there quietly, I don't know when she stretched out her right hand, and the plain white skirt sleeve 'revealed' a smooth 'jade' white arm. She was silent, gently pushing her empty teacup forward, and then took it back as if nothing had happened.

Wen Qin knew the elegance, Bai Tingyuan looked at the purple sand teacup, which was also a high-end 'color', and smiled, he didn't say a word, rolled up his sleeves and picked up another teapot to boil water, and skillfully re-washed the tea and brewed it.

The first time the tea soup was poured out, and the second time he poured the tea soup for Duan Xueqing first, and then gently pushed it in the direction of Duan Xueqing.

didn't look at it, Duan Xueqing pinched the teacup with one hand, opened Dan's 'lips' lightly, took a small sip, and then drank it all without making any comments.

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