In fact, most people like to moan without disease, it doesn't matter whether they have a literary disease or not. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info maybe this is just a euphemism to express their feelings, they rely on this to express their dissatisfaction, or positive catharsis, or negative complaints. Of course, it is also possible that you want to attract the attention of others, but in any case, it is always an exaggeration to say that it is hypocritical.

The morning sun is very charming, but in the final analysis, it is only a subjective feeling of people. Everything in nature is not subject to man's will, but man always gives it a unique meaning. Actually, the sun is still the sun, well, that's what it's called art.

Luo Feng stretched out comfortably, the morning sun was not charming but it was indeed not very dazzling, the temperature was just right, Lu Yihan on the side was dressing up, saying that he was dressing up, but he was just tidying up his hair.

The eyes of the two only touched slightly, and a smile climbed up the corners of their mouths, spreading to their eyebrows, an indescribable tacit understanding, everything last night seemed to be still in front of them, time stood still, but the affection was beyond time, deep and unshakable.

"Are you awake?"

"I slept well."

The two of them were amused by each other's ridiculous words, "Xiao Luo, hurry up and help me come and see my tea?" ”

Luo Feng made an embarrassed smile to Lu Yihan, Lu Yihan's eyes were shining, and two small whirlpools flashed on his face. Luo Feng walked slowly towards Li Yapeng, his steps indescribably cheerful and light.

People are really hypocritical, for example, when they are satisfied, they like to pursue something elegant. Human beings are self-consciously a high-level animal, so they always need to pursue things beyond ordinary things to prove their dust, so there are many rumors of celebrities and celebrities in China.

"Xiao Luo, try the tea I brought, it rained a few days ago and is only drying now, I guess the taste will be a little light."

A smile crossed the corner of Luo Feng's mouth, Li Yapeng's fun made him a little susceptible, but Luo Feng didn't feel that there was anything wrong. Life just needs some fun, whether you are rich or poor, this is a person's taste and pursuit, time and poverty cannot be changed. This is an attitude, an attitude towards life, and the so-called making tea is just a way.

"Brother Peng, the boiling water has been boiled." Shen Chun walked from the fire with a large iron kettle.

"Brother Peng, you have long been ready to dare to love."

Li Yapeng smiled very heroically, which was in line with his character as a big man in the north, "We have enough food, so we don't have to work." It's better to drink tea, and you can also use tea instead of wine to thank Xiao Luo. ”

Luo Feng calmly accepted Li Yapeng's thanks, everything he did was obvious to everyone, and it would be hypocritical if he didn't accept it. Luo Feng suddenly had an indescribable peace in his heart, he had done so much, and he was about to leave, and it was unknown whether it would have any effect if he had done so much.

But what if it doesn't work? Luo Feng no longer had the panic he had when he first came to this world, he desperately wanted to seize this opportunity and wanted to stay in the show of the law of the jungle. But now Luo Feng is very confident that with his own strength, he will one day be able to do what he wants to do.

Luo Feng took the teacup handed over by Li Yapeng, sniffed it first, took a sip, and drank it all again. Li Yapeng's eyes lit up when he saw Luo Feng's movements, and his face was happy: "I didn't expect Xiao Luo, you are young but you are a person in this way, and you are deep in the samadhi." ”

Luo Feng's way of drinking tea is indeed exquisite, first smell it is to smell the fragrance of tea, lightly it is to fill the mouth with the fragrance of tea, and then drink it all to let your intestines fully feel the hot and fragrant tea soup.

"Brother Peng is polite, where do I know what tea ceremony. It's just that I've read a few books and read the book according to the book, but Brother Peng's tea is really good. ”

The others looked at each other, only knowing that Luo Feng seemed to know the tea ceremony. Drinking tea is like this, the layman looks lively, and the insider drinks the doorway.

This boast is the pride of Li Yapeng, this tea is indeed extraordinary. But just as a good saddle matches a good horse, good tea also needs people who can taste tea. Li Yapeng actually didn't have much hope, but he didn't expect Luo Feng to be a person who knew the goods. As for how Luo Feng could have drunk so much tea from a poor family before, Li Yapeng couldn't care about it, the most lacking in this world was a confidant.

"Don't hide it from Xiao Luo. Although my tea is not as good as the tea of the seven trees in Fujian, it is definitely the best Da Hong Pao, which was given by my business partner, that is, a few taels. ”

Luo Feng couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise on his face, the tea leaves on the seven trees Luo Feng had only heard of it, and the legend was that it was specially enjoyed by the leaders of the country. This big red robe is second only to the seven trees, well, now Luo Feng is a little distressed.

Li Yapeng has been paying attention to Luo Feng's dark color, and when he noticed that touch of pain, Li Yapeng's heart suddenly got great satisfaction, he was also very painful at the beginning!

Luo Feng looked at the ups and downs of the tea leaves in the cup, and couldn't help but say, "Brother Peng, I won't say anything about the tea being ruined." Please, can you be more particular about water? ”

Li Yapeng looked confused: "What do you mean?" ”

"The ancients paid attention to the sweetness, cleanliness, liveliness and purity of the tea water. The so-called well water is the secondary, on which is the river water, and then on the rain, the snow water is the best for the heavenly spring, but it is not as good as the mountain spring. ”

Li Yapeng scratched his head, a little confused: "Xiao Luo, according to what you said, our water is not bad, and it is still lined up in the middle." ”

Luo Feng waved his finger: "Is our rain real rain?" Dirty and unclean, locked in bottles and cans without aura, it has lost its qualification to make tea. ”

Shen Chun licked his mouth, although he wanted to say that the rain had boiled himself, how could it not be clean? To hell with the aura, who has ever seen what the aura of rain looks like? So Shen Chun couldn't help but ask, "Then Xiao Luo, what do you say we should use to make tea?" ”

Luo Feng's eyes were a little intoxicated, obviously he had fallen into Wen Qing's fantasy, and his expression was indescribably tranquil: "Looking at the environment we are in now, the dew is the best, the morning dew is crystal clear, showing on the branches and leaves of plants, with its own plant fragrance, so that the tea has a unique flavor." ”

Shen Chun couldn't help but sigh twice: "Isn't it too much trouble to collect dew just to make tea?" ”

Luo Feng didn't care: "According to my opinion, the dew drops of different plants should be collected in decibels, otherwise it will destroy the taste of the water." In this way, when we drink tea, we can not only taste the fragrance of the tea leaves, but also feel the taste of the water itself. ”

Shen Chunren couldn't help but want to refute this? But when he looked at Li Yapeng next to him, Shen Chun gave up this idea very simply, the world of cultural people is too crazy, so let's be a little actor honestly.

Shen Chun looked frustrated, and Li Yapeng and Luo Feng exchanged a look covertly, and the smugness was self-evident. Fortunately, Shen Chun didn't see it, otherwise he would have to sigh that the world of literati was too complicated.......