Mu Lin picked up the teacup, gently blew away the floating tea leaves, looked at the thick soup, looked at the rising wisps of white gas, as if entering a floating dream. Take a sip, the slight bitterness, the strong fragrance, the tiredness of the whole body is gone, many troubles are quietly gone, and the reverie is also far away.

At the entrance of the tea soup, I felt relaxed and happy, and suddenly felt that there were no regrets in life, and suddenly boasted: "Sure enough, the tea is good, I usually taste it sweet, but I only feel bitter, but I don't know how to brew." Today is truly an eye-opener. ”

Yanshan also picked up a cup of tea soup and let a wisp of tea fragrance enter his nose, and his body suddenly relaxed a lot. The heart seems to be a little younger, and the taste of life is like a cup of strong tea. Youth, the season of first acquaintance with sorrow, the years of growth are soaked in a touch of bitterness; Youth, a season in full swing, there are always a few touches of gray in the bright youth; Middle-aged, experiencing the ups and downs of life, tending to mature years, carrying heavy packages on both shoulders; In old age, after tasting the wind, frost, rain and snow of the years, nostalgia for the passing youth is always inevitably sour// @涩. Isn't life like that cup of tea in your hand? Perhaps only the innocent childhood is like a lovely spring, so I feel comfortable and free.

With Mu Lin, he also took a sip, and Yan Shan boasted: "This tea is the best!"

Seeing that the two of them were so satisfied, Sikong Yao, who was brewing the tea art, also laughed. Suddenly, the kettle was lifted again, and suddenly a stream of heat emerged, and the hot air flew in the cover, and the tea leaves danced like an ode to the elves, and then the aroma was compelling, and it turned out to be the fragrance of rosewood.

Sikong Yao lightly buckled the teapot. Like a dancing phoenix flapping its wings, the tea soup enters the cup, and another round of aroma emerges. This technique of the phoenix nodding three times, Sikong Yao also used it when he was making frost cover milk tea at St. Yi Delu Academy, and suddenly some familiar memories were awakened, but those familiar people and things made his heart ache slightly. Unconsciously, even the tea soup is bitter, and there is no sweetness.

After sighing lightly, Sikong Yao also took a sip of tea. Then there was a little sadness. Mu Lin is thoughtful. Naturally, he also saw some clues, so he asked with concern: "Does the little girl have anything on her mind?"

Sikong Yao shook his head lightly and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I just remembered some people and things." I can't help but feel a little sad. ”

Mu Lin is also from the past. Naturally, I know some clues. Therefore, he said, "Some things have passed, and there is no need to worry about them anymore."

Sikong Yao nodded and thanked him, "Thank you Sister Mu Lin for your concern."

After sipping a cup of tea. Mu Lin also knew that Sikong Yao didn't have the heart to make a deal anymore, so he also gave up, lightly pressed the teacup on the tea tray, and said, "Calculating the time, it seems that Yao Feng should come back too." If he sees your tea art, he should be very appreciative. ”

Suddenly, the doorman walked in and heard his voice first in order to see his shadow.

"Sister Mu Lin, who is it that deserves such praise from you, I want to meet you."

Everyone turned their eyes to the people who came in, and saw a man's long robe, the light blue robe floating in the wind, flowing and smart, and a black hair tied by a strand of green silk ribbon at will, which looked smart.

When Mu Lin saw Yao Feng coming, she also smiled and said, "Yao Feng, you're back."

Yao Feng nodded, crossed the threshold with his steps, and said with a smile: "What a fragrant tea rhyme."

Mu Lin said: "These two are visiting guests, and they have a lot of insight into tea art, and they couldn't bear it before, so they invited them to have a drink, which is really an honor."

Yao Feng closed his eyes lightly, and then gently tasted the fragrance left in the air, and praised: "It's an excellent Tieguanyin."

Unexpectedly, Yao Feng turned out to be a person who smelled the fragrance and knew tea, and Sikong Yao also knew what it meant to stand up and said: "Junior Sikong Yao, I have seen Yao Feng's predecessors." …

As a junior of the Falling Star Pavilion, Yifan naturally also needs luggage, although there are no such rules, but the etiquette between exchanges has been left over from ancient times to the present, and it has been a subtle influence.

Yao Feng waved his sleeves lightly and said with a smile: "It's okay, you two, who is the one who brews the tea?"

Sikong Yao took a step forward, neither humble nor arrogant, and said respectfully: "The juniors are not talented, so the seniors laugh."

Yao Feng smiled and walked to the side of the tea tray, found a mahogany chair and sat down, and then brought the remaining cup of tea.

Sikong Yao declined: "Senior, this tea is already cold, the tea is cold and hurts your body, if you want to drink it, I will brew it for you again."

As he spoke, Sikong Yao had already picked up the kettle with both hands. Then a pair of white hands came over and covered what was in Sikong Yao's eyes. It is more white than a woman's fingers, and the outline is still as generous as a man, but it is also a sign of people's signs.

Yao Feng smiled: "It's okay, let me come."

Yao Feng carefully took a look at the tea soup in his hand, the color was dark yellow, and although the aroma faded, the residual temperature remained, and there was a trace of sweetness.

Yao Feng then said: "Although your tea is brewed well, this Phoenix Three Nodding Technique should not be used on Tieguanyin. If you have any fun today, let me show a hand. ”

A wooden spoon made of mahogany scooped the tea leaves into the bowl, and then Yao Feng's right hand stroked the water in the pot next to him, and he didn't know when it had been boiled. Suddenly it was eye-catching, this Yao Feng seemed to be prepared from the beginning.

The bowl was poured with boiling water, the steam carried the fragrance of tea and rose, but the human heart gradually precipitated in the tea smoke, a long-lost sense of familiarity calmed the desolation in the chest, and the mind was empty. Even the bitterness in Sikong Yao's heart suddenly faded a little with relief.

Talking about tea, Mingxi's heart, the tea art between Sikong Yao and Yao Feng is not the same.

The boiling water is brewed repeatedly, and then poured into the porcelain bowl, placed in front of it, with the thumb, index finger, and middle finger, it is "three dragons protecting the ding", and the celadon is gently and evenly held up with force, and the tea soul is not broken. Celadon is held in the palm of the hand, and a few pieces of tea are stretched and rotated in the clear and turquoise liquid, slowly sinking, rising and sinking again, rising and falling three times, bud shadows and water light, reflecting each other. I just watched quietly, my eyes were deep and soft, and the tea sank to the bottom of the cup, like the tip of a pen standing upright, and the sky crane was flying.

Yao Feng asked shallowly, "Do you know what this tea is?"

Sikong Yao sniffed lightly, and then responded: "The leaves are thick, the buds are exposed, the color is dark green, the taste is mellow and refreshing, the fragrance is long-lasting, the soup color is clear and clear, it is Qingding tea."

Dinggu, before the rain belongs to the first spring tea, the youngest and most delicate and delicate, the color is green and delicious, for the best product. The picking standard of Dinggu is one bud and one leaf; The picking standard of Xiaochun is one bud and two leaves, and the tenderness of fresh leaves is still higher than that of ordinary tea. When making Dinggu and before the rain, bamboo chopsticks are used to stir-fry in the pot to a moderate level, and the wind is cool when the pot is raised; Knead and put it on a burlap cloth and rub it gently to prevent the tea leaves from juice; Finally, it is placed in a roasting cage and placed on a charcoal brazier, divided into hair, and dried for the second time. The shape of the finished product is tightly knotted into strips, the leaf quality is thick, the buds are significant, the color is dark green, and the oil is moist and bright; After brewing, the color of the soup is clear and clear, the buds and leaves are recognizable, the taste is delicious, and the fragrance lasts for a long time.

The same tea leaves in the hands of different people, the taste of brewing is very different, the reason is related to temperament, and although the price of Qingding is the cheapest among all teas, its soaking skills are the most exquisite. Qingding pays the most attention to rushing and quiet.

Yao Feng said with a smile: "Yes, it is Qingding, although this tea is cheap, but the person who makes the tea must forget the burning color of the world, and feel the clarity in the heart, only all the sounds are silent, and the sky is empty in the dust." In order to polish my impetuous temperament, my father forced me to soak in the green top for six years. Qingding must be brewed with mountains and rivers, ordinary tea brewing three times has been able to produce the flavor, and Qingding needs to be brewed 7 times, in order to make the most of its taste, the tea is poured into the celadon, can not be drunk while it is hot, to quietly wait for the tea three sinking and three floating. ”…

Sikong Yao closed his eyes lightly, feeling the aroma in the air, letting the teacup cool through the tea leaves slowly rolled up, at this time the taste of the mouth is sweet and long, if the tea is in other forms, the tea will be slightly bitter, but bitter but not astringent, bitter and sweet. The legendary Tianmu - the top grade in the green top, the rolled tea leaves are like a grain of dark green beads, known as the green pearl, which can be a must.

Yao Feng uses a tea clip to take the tea residue out of the teapot, wash it with warm water, rotate the teacup on the side in the tea boat, warm it with hot water, and then take it out and put it in the tea tray. Dial the tea leaves into the pot, the tea shape of the green top is like a woman dressed in a delicate cheongsam, the buds and leaves are tightly wrapped, the beauty is full, the vision is refreshing, it can be called clear and beautiful, the water is immersed in it, the slenderness travels around, but it is bright but transparent, just like the woman's eyebrows and eyes.

Yao Feng said: "Compared with unusual tea, Qingding tea must need seven steepings and seven brews to make the aroma distinct."

The first layer of water is brewed, and the warm fragrance rises from the cup, which is enjoyable.

The second layer of water is brewed, mellow and sweet, such as smelling the fragrance of flowers, which makes people happy.

The third layer of water is brewed, rich and unfading, and it is timeless and enjoyable.

The fourth layer of water is brewed, and there is a faint floral fragrance, which is refreshing and intoxicating.

The fifth layer of water has been brewed, and a fragrance has gradually diffused, wafting everywhere.

The sixth layer of water is brewed, the taste is light and elegant for a long time, and the fragrance is quiet and quiet.

The seventh layer of water has been brewed, and the water has left a clear rhyme silently, where to find the string sound on a moonlit night.

The teapot was held between Yao Feng's fingers, as light as a piece of tissue paper, the middle finger of the left hand pressed the pot button, the water flowed down leisurely, the wrist drove the fingers, and suddenly traced a delicate painting, little by little, one stroke from the bottom of the heart, like a beautiful melody of singing.

A bud leaf slowly dives to the bottom of the cup, and then gradually floats, swaying and floating along the direction of the water, three sinking and three floating, and the tea leaves are slightly rolled, like pinched up small folds. The three cups of tea soup are the same, and they are natural, until the last drop of green top falls, and the aroma is very great. The aroma of Qingding tea, fresh as green leaves after rain, diffused in the red maple Zhai, causing a commotion in the doors and windows.

Smelling this aroma, the other mercenaries living in Hongfeng Zhai actually poked their heads out one after another, in order to find out. (To be continued......)

Chapter 349 Seven Fragrances.

Chapter 349 Seven Fragrances: