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This "Tea Yuan" is very early, but it is an article that I cry every time I read it. Consider himself a classic in short stories. Friends who have read it can read it again, and friends who have not read it hope that you will not miss this classic article. Original author: Jing Youran - This article is reprinted.

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He was the only son of the richest man in the city, and his ancestors blessed him for three generations, and by this time he was innumerable wealth and glory.

The children of rich families are so gentle! What's more, there is still a father and uncle in charge of the house, and it is not his turn to bother to work. So the dream of the green building lingers, the alley is fragrant, drunk and confused, and happy.

His father did not stop him, as long as he abides by his duty in the future, marries a wife, has children, and inherits the family business, the current fun is nothing. Young and romantic, who hasn't had some ridiculous things.

He was happy and really enjoyed. But taste all the flowers, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and no matter how beautiful people are, they have become vulgar fans.

Another dewy morning, waking up from the gentle countryside, he hazy dusted off the smell of fat powder all over his body, and walked out of the fireworks alley in a daze.

The drizzle had been falling incessantly since the night, and the ground was already wet with a peculiar dusty smell.

Probably got up too early, there were no passers-by on the quiet street, and even the restaurant inn was tightly closed, looking like it was sleeping.

Although the needle-like rain does not hold up the oil-paper umbrella, it is also itchy and annoying.

At a glance, he saw the small tea shop on the side of the street, which seemed to be a diligent figure wiping the table and sweeping the floor, he exhaled a breath of wine and staggered in.

Melt warmth, wisps of fragrance, leaning on the simple but clean wooden chair, it is indescribably comfortable. There seemed to be some pleasant sound in his ears, and he looked up, but his eyelids couldn't help but slowly close together.

I slept long and soundly, and when I woke up again, the streets were already full of people, and the rain was fading away. I don't know when I put on a cotton shirt, although the texture is not exquisite, but it is also soft and comfortable.

"Childe woke up?"

The soft voice awakened the memory before going to bed, and he looked at the tea servant in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Childe just came in and lay motionless on the table, which made me and my father scared for a while," the little waiter pursed his lips, and the corners ......of his lips naturally curved slightly, "I had the courage to step forward and probe, only to know that Childe was just asleep......"

He looked over the shoulder of the waiter, and sure enough, he saw a kind old man standing in front of the counter to pack the tea bags, and when he saw that he was looking at him, he smiled innocently. With a polite smile in return, he returned his gaze to the waiter.

"This cotton shirt...... You put it on for me? ”

"It's humid in the morning, and the son comes in the rain again......" The little waiter smiled shyly, "Childe don't dislike it......"

"How?" He evoked a smile, "I've slept for so long, I'm a little thirsty, let's go to the pot......"

By noon, the business of this tea shop was still pitiful, with a few wooden tables and chairs, mud and stone walls, even ordinary people, but they refused to take a step forward.

It's just that the tea is surprisingly good, the soup color is golden and bright, the aroma is fresh and high, the taste is mellow, and there is a hint of sweetness under the fine tasting.

Seeing that he finished tasting a cup, his slender and white fingers held the teapot, and lightly and attentively poured the tea into the small cup again.

"Good tea." He stared at the wafting aroma and chuckled.

The rain and fog disappeared in a few days, and the weather was still fine. The garden is full of flowers and lush vegetation. Leaning on the rattan chair in his own home, he picked up a small cup of purple sand to blow out the heat and took a sip.

The old man kneeling on the ground was trembling, and he was already in tears.

He sighed softly and motioned for his subordinates to help him up. "Let you sit but refuse, what are you kneeling here......

The old man still knelt on the ground, but he couldn't cry: "The villain is old and has a son, and the inner man is no longer alive...... Please also ask the son to be merciful and let the child go......"

He frowned slightly, and then chuckled: "The old man is serious." In the end, this is also a beautiful thing, why do you say it so badly. If you take this hundred taels of silver and go back to your hometown, it is better to farm or do a small business than to be poor and cold here...... As for Ling Lang, this son will take good care of him, you can rest assured......"

He saw that the old man trembled, as if he was about to say something, so he restrained his smile and said coldly: "There is a saying since ancient times, the so-called 'toast does not eat and punish wine', which is to describe the ...... of some people You need to think about it. ”

The old man was stunned for a long time, and suddenly kowtowed to him a few times, then silently picked up the bag of silver and walked out.

He smirked, put down his teacup, and hurried to the backyard room before it got dark.

He has a few beautiful little men in his family, but they are all from Qinglou, more than soft and not enough beautiful. At the moment, although this is not gorgeous, it also has a unique taste of youth.

Tired of drinking fine wine, this cup of tea appeared at the right time.

Pushing open the door, the person inside looked up in fright, saw that it was him, and slowly lowered his head again.

He closed the door, smiled and approached the bed, gently pinching his tiny chin to make him tilt his face. The agility and shyness of the tea shop that day were gone, replaced by the eyes full of panic and timidity.

Kissing softly on the soft lips, he chuckled, "I'll treat you well......"

Layers of curtains floated down, like the green silk of the young man's black waterfall, heavy and long, entangled.

When I woke up, it was already twilight, and the glass cup was lit in the house at some point, and the flames of Yingying jumped brightly on the faces of the people in my arms.

The young man's naked body curled up together, but the slightly trembling eyelashes revealed the secret of never sleeping.

He smiled and reached out and stroked the smooth and delicate back, and the slightly cool skin under the palm of his hand really shivered.

"What's your name?"

The boy still didn't dare to open his eyes, and his rosy lips were tightly pursed together, like a clam shell that was difficult to pry open.

"That's it, I don't think it's a nice name, I'm afraid it's 'Little Five' or 'Little Six' or something like that......" His fingers swept over his fan-like eyelashes, and he looked at those eyes trembling helplessly playfully, "Follow me, and you will be called 'Ming'er' in the future...... Do you know how to write it? ”

He smiled and swiped his fingers across the boy's back, and finally, he slid back into the private area. The boy's eyes were closed, but his cheeks were crimson. So he took advantage of the situation to take him into his arms, and it was another upside down, and the spring was beautiful.

He said that he only wanted to be fresh, and he would get tired of it in a few days. Unexpectedly, a month passed, and night after night, he only thought about this young man. I think this cup of tea has to be drunk for a long time to get rid of the previous greasy taste.

It's just that this skin-to-skin blind date has been done a lot, but the boy still hasn't been able to get rid of that childishness. If you change your position, you will be too ashamed, and your reaction will be even more jerky.

Somehow, he fell in love with this kind of rejection and welcome, and he was bound to pester him to have a good time.

The boy was still a little timid about him at first, but after a long time, he was close day by day, and finally settled down. I will walk around the backyard and serve flowers and grass, but I don't know if I am more at ease or more dead.

He saw that the young man had such a temperament, and he was afraid that he would be bullied by other young people, so he set up a small courtyard for him alone, and ordered that only he and his henchmen could enter.

In this way, I finally put my mind at ease.

After a few months, his father began to teach him to meddle in the family business. The mountains of ledgers, the silk and money houses all over the city, all made him anxious.

After a while, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the first thing I did was to go to the courtyard.

There had been a heavy snow the day before, and at this time it had accumulated a thick layer of snow white, and it creaked when I stepped on it. Looking at the white footprints of his own, he smiled and stepped over the stone arch.

A long-lost fragrance accompanied the tranquility and ethereal of the plum, and the young man sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard, wearing only a thick cotton shirt, and a small cup of curling fragrance in front of him.

"It's so cold, why don't you add more clothes......" Gently holding the young man's cold hand, he smiled and leaned into his ear, "Did you miss me?" ”

The young man's face turned red, but he didn't dare to look at him, just lowered his eyes and looked at the two pairs of hands that were clasped together.

He knew that the young man was thin-skinned and couldn't bear to make fun of it, so he picked up the teacup on the table and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Gongxi? ”

Only then did the young man raise his head, his eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a look of surprise.

"I can't see that a tea shop waiter is also proficient in the tea ceremony, it looks ...... I still like it tightly. He smiled and took the boy into his arms and let him sit on his lap, "Do you say that you like me more or do you have more tea?" ”

The boy pursed his lips and stared at him hesitantly, as if he was afraid of saying a wrong word.

He deliberately frowned, pretending to be angry, and his voice sank, "Do you need to think about it for so long?" ”

The young man's eyes turned red suddenly, and his two thin lips opened and opened, and then he timidly said the word "childe".

"What childe?"

“…… Like...... Son. The persecuted young man's eyes were rippling, and even his lips were a little ruddy.

He couldn't help but kiss it, and while kissing, he picked up the slender body and entered the room. After a few strokes, the boy's clothes were removed, and he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a smile. "Then let Childe reward you well......"

The body is entangled, and the warmth is infinite. Obviously, it has entered the deepest and tightest bond, but it still feels that it is not enough. After a happy time, the young man was already tired and drowsy, and he forced him to read dozens of words of "like" before he reluctantly stopped.

Early the next morning, even if he didn't want to, he had to learn to take care of his family's business. People are counting the goods in the silk village, but their hearts have drifted there.

After thinking about it again and again, I still sent someone to buy a mink coat and send it back. People who are already so thin need to wear more so that they don't catch a cold.

Stepping into the courtyard again, the young man was still dressed as before, and he couldn't help but be a little displeased, "Why don't you wear the coat I gave you?" ”

The young man shook his head and said softly, "It's too precious, I don't deserve ......"

He was annoyed, sighed and pulled him into his arms, "Since the son rewards you, you can take it, if you don't want it, you have to teach me to be angry......" Thinking about it and laughing: "What is not worthy, it's just a skin, my Ming'er is even worthy of the son......"

The young man, who had been silent, suddenly raised his head at this time, looked at him in a daze, and saw his heart with soft eyes. His heart warmed, and he stepped forward to gently rub his lips, and said with a smile: "Look what else I brought you......"

As he spoke, he took out a set of four treasures from the tea room from behind his back and stuffed them into the young man's arms.

He thought that even if the young man didn't like to smile, he would be full of joy, and if he was lucky, he might take the initiative shyly. Unexpectedly, the young man took it and was silent for a long time.

"Not to your liking?"

Asking apprehensively, he gently pulled the young man's face. The young man hurriedly lowered his eyes and pursed his lips slightly, "Thank you, Childe." ”

It's not as I thought it was, but I don't see anything wrong. He smiled and stroked the boy's long hair, but the boy slowly fell on his lap, well-behaved and lovable.

He often wondered what the boy was thinking, but he couldn't guess it all the time. But for myself, there is always something different.

Managing business is extremely tiring, but whenever he goes to the boy's place, there is always a pot of tea prepared to soothe him. Sometimes it's rain flowers, sometimes it's gyokuro.

He sometimes apologizes, this young man in the family only knows himself, but if he is busy with business, he can't see each other for a few days. What was he doing in those days?

It was as if he had imprisoned him in that small world, isolated from the world.

So he told the boy that if he was idle and bored, it was okay to go out for a walk. He wasn't worried that he would run away, but he couldn't figure out why.

The young voice responded, but he didn't go out a few times, as if everything outside, he wasn't very attractive.

Fortunately, the boy did not fade away, and there were a few times when he went to explore quietly, but was discovered. The boy hid something in a panic, and blushed and refused to show it no matter how much he asked.

He didn't dig deeper, anyway, nothing could compare to his bright and moving Ming'er.

In the turn of the year, he has reached the weak crown, and he can also be called handsome and elegant, and his literary style is graceful.

Unexpectedly, his father told him about his family, the daughter of Zhao Yuanwai in the same city, saying that she was virtuous and virtuous, and she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Although he was unwilling in his heart, he also knew that he could not disobey. has been pampered and indulged for so many years, and it is time to adopt the heart, and the family property will be handed over to him sooner or later, and he can't covet the pleasure of the moment, but he has cut off the incense.

Moreover, it's just to marry a wife, and he didn't say that he would stay next to his wife every night.

Having said that, it can be seen that the young man always doesn't know how to speak.

The stove was simmering in the room, and he leaned against the head of the bed, his fingers unconsciously twisting the young man's long black hair, looping it a few times, and then loosening it again.

I don't know how long it was, but the young man, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke, "...... Childe is going to get married......"

He was stunned and muttered a vague 'hmm'.

Seeing that the young man was silent again, he hurriedly added, "I will still treat you as before......"

The young man turned his head slowly, his clear eyes were soft and light, and said softly, "I know." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, but he was annoyed that the young man had agreed too quickly. I hope he doesn't mind too much, but I don't want him to care.

Soon the lanterns were hung high, the red candles were swaying, and the garden was full of festivities, and the delicate brides arrived. After worshipping heaven and earth absent-mindedly, honoring relatives and friends, the noisy feast finally dispersed.

Slightly drunk, he vaguely remembered that early morning a year ago, he also swayed into that small tea shop like this, and it was a sweet dream from then on.

Glancing at the cave room, his footsteps walked towards the small courtyard on his own.

The ice and snow have disappeared, but the spring cold is steep. In the cold courtyard, it was as dark as if the owner had fallen asleep, and there was not a trace of light. He stood quietly at the gate of the courtyard for a while, waited for his body to cool down, and finally turned to leave.

Everyone envied him for marrying like a flower, and they admired him, but he always felt that something was missing. Yes, the wife is beautiful and beautiful, knowledgeable, poetry and songs, and the piano and painting skills are even more extraordinary.

But what he was thinking about was still the pot of tea.

After getting married, his father seemed to be much more relieved of him, and occasionally praised him, and the business entrusted to him gradually became more and more numerous.

The day is busy, but at night he still sneaks into the courtyard quietly, complaining to the teenager like a coquettish. But the young man always smiled and made him a new pot of tea, and whispered comfort: "Master, this is the importance of the son......"

The fresh and mellow Dongting blue snail, the aroma is curling, even if it is out of the courtyard, it still flutters with the sleeves, lingering endlessly.

A year later, amid laughter, his eldest son fell to the ground. Looking at the chubby little person in his arms, his eyebrows and eyes looked like himself, and he was surprised and happy in his heart.

He talked excitedly to the young man, talking about the lotus root-like snow arms, and his pink cheeks were full of the joy of being a first-time father.

The boy listened with a smile, but said nothing.

Gradually, he stayed with his wife and children for longer and longer, and the single courtyard slowly became deserted.

Next, his father died of illness, and the family's business fell on his shoulders. At this time, Fang knew that the ones he had taken care of before were just a drop in the bucket, and now the whole family and the whole business were his real burden.

How to appease those uncles, cousins, aunts and sisters, and how to stabilize those profiteers and officials, nothing is left behind, but it all depends on him.

If you want to enjoy the joy of making children, you don't have any leisure, let alone such a stormy thing.

It's just that when I'm tired in the middle of the night, I often start to miss the refreshing fragrance. Imagine how comfortable and happy it would be if a young man appeared beside him at this time, serving tea and ink, and smiling and expressively.

But if that were the case, the home would not be as quiet and peaceful as it is now. The forbidden little man seems to be able to stay in a place where he can't see the light of day.

Spring goes to autumn, and so on for a few more years. The business was finally arranged and became more and more prosperous. The family is also a harmonious and beautiful, with a virtuous wife and filial piety, and a happy one.

The older I get, the less I feel about those pleasures. Most of the little men in the backyard have been dismissed, each of them has been given a hundred taels of silver, and they have taken the deed of sale, and they are no longer slaves.

"What about the one in the Solitary Courtyard?" The servant asked cautiously.

He was stunned for a moment, pondered for a long time, and slowly spoke, "Just keep it for now." ”

This stay is an unknown number of days.

He knew he still wanted to see that man. It's just that after a long time of estrangement, I lost the courage to meet.

But after all, he still stood under the gray stone arch. The mud walls of Ishigaki have long been crippled by the erosion of time, and the dried vine leaves hang on them, as if they are about to turn into a pile of powder when the wind blows.

Myself...... How long has it been since you've been here? He didn't dare to ask himself.

The withered grass is dusk and yellow, and the garden is full of residual leaves. In the autumn wind, the man in gray sat quietly on the stone bench in the courtyard with his back to him, and after a few moments, he did not move a single cent.

Another cool breeze blew, but the man suddenly coughed violently, as if to shatter his thin body.

He felt a pang in his heart and couldn't help but take a step forward.

There was a cracking sound from the branches, and the man was about to turn his head.

An inexplicable fear suddenly took over his heart, and he hurriedly turned around and hurried away, but he was still wondering if the man had found him.

He was still afraid.

He was afraid to see the resentful eyes, afraid to see the fading red face.

So he never came any closer to there.

He married another concubine. Just like those rich businessmen. Not out of love, just married.

What is the state of mind of liking someone? He didn't know, perhaps, didn't remember.

He felt like he had forgotten a lot of things, really, completely.

The youngest son is about to have a full moon, adding a bit of joy to this cold winter day. Looking at the lively and lively maids, he found that his heart had been calm for too long but he was not the slightest happy.

Pacing in the courtyard at will, he came to a cold and remote place. It is precisely because of this that the snow on the ground is so white that it has never been trampled, pure and natural.

The two subordinates walked over with something one after the other, and when they saw him, they were stunned, and then lowered their heads: "Master." ”

He nodded, looked at the straw mats bundled in the hands of the two of them, and asked casually, "What are you carrying?" ”

The two subordinates glanced at each other and hesitated for a long time without speaking.

He suddenly panicked for no reason, and looked at the straw mat steadily, and his fingers began to tremble slightly.

"Bring it down......"

He heard his own feeble voice say.

Stumbling out of the gloom, the sun shining brightly. He stood still, took a deep breath, wanted to make sure of something, and walked towards the courtyard step by step.

He looked forward to seeing the figure of the man sitting on a stone bench as soon as he stepped through the courtyard gate.

But the yard was empty, and there was not a single leaf left on the dead trees, except for two rows of messy footprints in the snow that told him that someone had been here.

Standing in front of the house for an unknown amount of time, he trembled and reached out and gently pushed open the already dilapidated door.

With a "squeak", he groped his way in.

The furnishings inside are no longer as shiny as they were then, and everything is obscured with age. The glass cup cracked a hole and was carefully glued back to it. The curtains on the bed were still intact, but the elegant color was gray.

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and tore the yarn spinning, and the pool of dried blood on the empty bed was so shocking.

He reached out to touch it, but it was quickly retracted as if he had been stung, and he took a few steps back and fell to the chair next to his desk.

What about people? What about the people in this room?

Where is that cowardly, gentle and peaceful young man?

With the fragrance of tea wafting around him, he got up in surprise and looked around. The fragrance of tea is still there, that person must be fine, it's okay.

At a glance at the four treasures of the tea room on the table, he was stunned, and then slowly leaned over. The fragrance of tea is emanating from it, but these quiet tea sets are cold.

How many times does it take to soak the original tasteless and ruthless utensils to naturally emit a breath that does not belong to it? He suddenly remembered that in the past some nights that had slipped over without telling him, there was always such a pot of tea waiting for him at any time.

He rummaged around the room like crazy, on the bed and under the bed, in the closet and bookcase, hiding what he could hide and what he couldn't hide, but he refused to let go of all of them.

He paused suddenly, looking at the wooden box that had been opened. I still remember that the boy was in a panic and stuffed something into this box, and refused to open it no matter how much he begged.

Unable to support his legs any longer, he slowly knelt on the ground and grabbed the stack of rice paper that had been carefully stored. On each one, there are only two words that are carefully written one stroke at a time.

Ming'er.

It was the name he had chosen for him, and at their first time they had been happy, he smiled and scratched it on his smooth back.

He seemed to be able to see through the papers, countless lonely nights, the illiterate boy had been writing in the dim candlelight.

This one was not well written, and the teenager frowned and tore it off gently. That one is extremely beautiful, the corners of the boy's lips curled, and he carefully put this one away.

There was a tearing pain in his chest, and the rice papers he was clutching tightly, the top ones, were actually stained with blood.

I always thought that the person didn't care about himself, and I always thought that the person was just forced to tolerate and accept, but I never realized that the slightest detail and shyness were hidden in the sincerity of the words in the tea.

He forced his father away and became his only support in this world, but he ruthlessly abandoned him little by little. On that day when the leaves were falling and decaying, he must have seen himself? See how you turn around in a hurry, how you turn your back and flee......

And do you know the traces of the gloomy blood after turning around?

"Ming'er......" he whispered his name.

In the empty and cold room, there was not a trace of response.

"Come out...... Childe can't find you......" He smiled and called softly into the emptiness.

Only the wind outside the house was whistling, crying and complaining.

The newcomers to the house are very strange.

The lord of this family has not yet reached the age of confusion, but for some reason he suddenly handed over the business to the eldest young master who had just become an adult, and he lived in the remote courtyard of the mansion.

Everyone knows that it is old and dilapidated, and it is said that there have been people who have died, but the old man has no scruples at all, and seems to be happy.

They often heard the old man muttering to himself in that hut, "Good tea, it smells so good......

Occasionally, he will call a person's name stupidly, "Ming'er, Ming'er......"

But when people went in to clean up, they found that the so-called good tea was just some old dregs, and the tea set had already been stained.

The subordinate who came early and knew about it quietly told that the dead man was the old man's lover. It's just that they were forgotten here for many years, until they died.

In those years, that person was frugal, and all the money he saved was used to buy high-quality tea leaves, and make a pot of good tea every night, but he was afraid that one day the master would suddenly come over, and there would be no fresh tea to entertain.

For so many years, the excess will be dried, accumulated, and turned into a drain.

Just like that person, that love, that relationship.

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The most cruel way to treat a lover is not love and hate, not deception and betrayal, but love that gradually fades after the ultimate favor.