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In the past few days, Ling Yu has not seen a single invitation, and she has not even said a few words.

Suzu Tong has always been well aware of her master's character, and she has no objection to Ling Yu's perverse and sometimes naïve style of acting at that time, but the silence of the recent days has made her a little worried.

Girl she's ...... Actually, I've always had a lot on my mind......

Suzuki pursed her lips and put down a bowl of smooth tofu brains. The white food is poured with a layer of chili oil, and sprinkled with sesame seeds and pink shrimp skin, which makes the whole bowl of tofu brain look very delicious. Ling Yu just sat on the soft collapse with his clothes, looking thoughtfully at the blue sky outside the window.

The elm leaves and plums in the courtyard bloomed a bright pink color, lining the azure sky that had just been washed by the rain, and there was a sense of alienation that was clean to transparent.

Why do these beautiful things always look so far away from me?

Ling Yushu stood up, walked under the elm plum tree, and reached out to caress the wide, soft concubine-colored petals. Turning around suddenly, Suzuki saw the pale but bright red woman under the peachy color and laughed.

Qing Lingling's voice rang out, and she said, "Ling Tong, come with me to the shop today to sit down." ”

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Speaking of which, this is actually the first time Ling Yu has come to this shop seriously.

It's my own shop, but I haven't taken good care of it. The woman in the vermilion embroidered folded branch pile flower skirt thought a little lonely. Suddenly I felt that I didn't seem to be living well. I seem to have been just living all along......

Ling Yu found the tea table in the corner and sat down. She didn't let Suzuki stay by her side all the time, but sent her to help the shopkeeper.

The woman in red picked some Yangxian snow buds from the tea shelf, took a small handful of tea leaves and threw them into the purple mud clay pot, took the boiling water on the side and poured it into the teapot, and poured herself a cup after a while.

She has never liked the bitter taste of tea, so whenever she makes tea, she will not let it brew for a long time. The aroma of this Yangxian snow bud is elegant, the taste is fresh and mellow, because it is the tea produced in Jiangsu in the south, in this kind of day with cold, even with a slight snow, she especially likes to drink this kind of tea with spring.

Ling Yu has always gotten up very early in recent days, and although it is past six to eight o'clock, this forgotten tea has not yet opened. She just sat quietly in the corner of her shop, watching the shopkeeper and Lingtong, and a few guys were busy in the store, preparing to open the store.

At midnight (10 to 12 o'clock), the guests began to come one after another. The taste of the tea that Ling Yu brewed in the morning has long since faded, but she is still tasting the tea with a pale face, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are full of serenity, as if at this moment, she is just to enjoy the tranquility of this ordinary life in the world.

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Ji Fu had never seen Miss Ling who forgot tea. Oh no, he'd met once, to be exact, and even, a few days ago, he'd had the pleasure of following her once......

Thinking of the tracking, he patted his head a little confused. He had always had a very good memory, but this tracking thing should be regarded as something he vaguely dreamed of rather than something he had really done.

The eerie courtyard, and the strange corpses that seemed to only appear in dreams...... These things, no matter how you think about them, will only appear in dreams. What's more, I can't remember all the details of that day.

He sighed and decided not to think about such a complex problem that could not be solved.

When he was about to forget the tea, Ji Fu couldn't help but think of his first encounter with Ling Yu from any point of view.

What a coincidence, that day he was originally accompanying his father Ping'an Hou in the Fengxian Building next to Yuan Street to entertain Gu Shilang and a few newly appointed idle officials from the imperial city. It's ridiculous to say, who doesn't know that Ji Qingping is just an idle marquis who never cares about political affairs, and he doesn't know which tendon of this newly appointed Gu Shilang will think of coming to them if he is wrong.

On that day, the elders drank very much, and it didn't end until the evening (19 o'clock to 21 o'clock), Ji Fu really felt dizzy, and he didn't want to listen to their meaningless greetings, so he found an excuse to go out of Fengxian Tower to blow the wind.

He originally thought that he would simply go to Dr. Liu on East Street to prescribe sobering medicine, but when the wine was strong, Ji Fu didn't recognize the direction for a while and walked into Yuan Street. After only a few steps, he saw a slender woman in red standing at the door of a mansion, without any movement, as if she was thinking about something.

At that time, when Forget Tea had only moved to Qiluo Town, the rumors about Miss Ling, the owner of Forget Tea, could be described as a bizarre one, and the only statement that was unanimously recognized by everyone was that the Ling girl liked to wear a white robe, and she only wore a constant white robe to meet people all day long.

It should have been too much drinking, Ji Fu didn't even think about how a woman could appear alone on Yuan Street at this time, he only felt that this figure was so familiar, really familiar, so familiar that he just wanted to walk over and take a good look.

The moon is cold,

The wind is rushing and does not ask about the way back.

Battle Banner,

The red blood stained the wings of the Suzaku Bird.

Don't look back,

No long-term stay.

sighed in this life,

But you have to have a confidant.

He walked towards the woman, but there seemed to be such a song in his head. His own voice mingled with a bright female voice, urging him to hurry up, to go, to see her face clearly.

When he finally staggered to the door of the forgotten tea, the woman in red was still motionless, her head slightly raised and looking at the sky, not knowing whether she was admiring the moon or staring at something that no one else had noticed. She turned her head after noticing Ji Fu staring at her. The palm-sized little face was hidden behind some scattered green silk, and although the facial features were not very delicate, under the light of the moon, it was like an immortal floating from the sky with a soft light.

It was difficult for Ji Fu to describe the kind of inner shock he felt at that moment, just like the person who had lost a long, long time and was extremely important to him, and he was finally willing to return to his face again. And the feeling at that moment even made him feel that he was half awake from drinking, and the voice in his heart told him to catch her.

He couldn't help but take a step forward and leap up the steps, but the woman in red turned around and entered the mansion. Ji Fu didn't even have a chance to see her movements, the wooden door was already closed in front of him. He was stunned to know whose girl this fairy man was, but when he looked up, he saw two quaint big characters, forgetting tea.

After waking up the next day, he recalled that he must have drunk too much to take an ordinary woman standing at the door of his house as a fairy.

However, unfortunately, after that night, Ji Fu began to dream of the woman in red every night. Sometimes she smiled at herself in her dreams, sometimes she showed a sad expression to herself, but more often, she dreamed of fighting with her on the battlefield and drinking in the barracks for the month. The song in his head that day also echoed in his ears over and over again.

After repeating this for nearly ten days, he finally couldn't help but write an invitation and went to forget the tea in person. When I went, I happened to meet that Gu Shilang was also in the tea shop, so Ji Fu was fortunate to meet the boiling "Forget Tea Shop Owner" who was rumored by the town, the girl in a white robe with a cold face, but it was not her.

So who was the woman in red that day?

Ignoring etiquette, he directly stepped forward to stop the white-robed girl who wanted to take Gu Shilang to the inner hall. After some confusion, the white-robed woman stretched out her little hand and told him, "Please give me the invitation, and I will give it to the girl." ”

Girl? He looked at the person in front of him with some surprise, and Gu Shilang on the side knocked on the young man's shoulder with some amusement, "Young Master Ji, this is Miss Ling's personal maid, Miss Lingtong, you can give her the invitation card quickly, I still have something to ask Miss Ling." ”

As soon as he heard this, Ji Fufang consciously handed the book in his hand to Na Lingtong.

On that day, he waited until sunset in the forgotten tea, and he didn't see the girl Ling he was thinking about. The shopkeeper who was going to close the shop was a little unbearable, and went up to tell him that Miss Ling would not see him today, so he would come back another day. Ji Fu listened to the words of the shopkeeper, but this other day, it became an invitation every day, and he came to the store every day to report.

He knew that he must have some kind of relationship with Miss Ling that he couldn't explain, and he even began to believe that maybe they were the legendary destined person. On the Lechuan River, by the bridge, he must have loved her in a certain life.

Holding on to such an absurd and embarrassing belief, he once again walked into the forgotten tea. However, what he didn't expect was that as soon as he walked into the shop today, he saw the woman in red sitting in the corner with a calm face.

The one he'd been waiting for a long time, and finally waited, his Ling.