But this time, it was really like he said that next time it wouldn't be very long, and a week later, he came to the teahouse again.

He really wants to have an indissoluble bond with the rain, and every time I meet him, it's raining.

As far as the eye could see, the pavement was covered with a foot-deep amount of water, and when he entered, there was not a single guest in the teahouse, and I was sitting in front of the window reading my Analects.

It wasn't until a pair of wet leather boots appeared in front of me that I found out.

"Is that you?"

I stood up in fright, only to see where he was smiling at me.

He smiled beautifully.

The eyes are covered with a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, which look very gentle, like a very learned scholar.

"Well, let's have a cup of tea."

As usual, I took only a few red-hot coals from the stove, put them at his feet, made him a pot of tea and put it on the table, and saw that he was reading the treatise I had just read.

He asked me, "What do you think of the Analects?" ”

"Okay."

He looked at me with some amusement and held up the book, "Oh? Let's talk about it......"

In fact, I am a person who never criticizes others casually, I always feel that everyone has their own strengths, even if there are shortcomings, it will not be me who criticizes, I never discuss another person with others, but this time I suddenly had the idea of commenting.

In his time, Confucius's thinking was advanced, but there were also the limitations of that era, and he finally chose to compromise with the feudal forces. However, it is undeniable that he has made a great contribution to Chinese culture, and when the book is idle, it can still be self-cultivation, and in the Wei and Jin dynasties, those so-called famous scholars, they have a clean breeze on their sleeves, attach importance to etiquette, and the etiquette is cumbersome, and I can't talk about it personally. ”

When I finished, I took the book and prepared to put it away.

This book is still something left over from my grandfather's ancestors, treasure.

Where he sit, not knowing what he was thinking, he didn't speak for a long time.

"You're a lot like her."

He suddenly said without a head.

"Who is she?"

My curiosity was too heavy.

"My wife."

He replied lightly, and as soon as he talked about his wife, his eyes showed a strong amount of love, and even the corners of his mouth were upturned.

I suddenly felt a little sour in my heart.

It's very sour, it's sour, and it's still sour when you eat that sour plum.

Extremely lost.

"Oh."

I'm going to do something else.

As I said, if I want to keep myself busy, I can stay busy and don't know anything.

So, I don't even know when he's gone.

The money he kept in me has finally run out, and now I don't have to worry about owing him money, I should have been able to relax a lot, but I was thinking, will he still come?

He didn't remember the money with me, does it mean that in the future, we won't have an intersection.

我开始在期盼，每天都在记着日子，等待着他有一天能再次来茶馆里，就算喝一杯茶就好。

One month, two months, three months, four months......

Five months, I remember it very well.

Five months and four days, he came to the teahouse again.

It was drizzling at that time, and suddenly raindrops began to fall on a sunny day.

He walked in, drenched in his short suit.

Seeing me, he smiled, "Long time no see." ”

Suddenly, my heart missed a beat, and it was like that, without warning.

I think I'm in love with him.

My grandfather used to teach me that girls should be reserved, so I always kept these things in mind, reserved.

I remember very clearly, in the past 26 years, I have often remembered these things, and I have never forgotten them.

He has a wife.

But it's normal for a person as good as him to hate his wife at this age.

If you want to blame it, blame me for not meeting him earlier.

There are many definitions of love, but that's never all I have.

Every day there are a lot of guests in my teahouse, how many people I have to send away every day, and how many joys and sorrows I have heard, birth, old age, sickness and death, and the vagaries have long been watched.

Love is never all I have.

Never.

This time I just made a pot of tea for him, put it on the table, and kept busy with me just like I would with the usual guests.

In the summer, the business of my teahouse is usually very good, especially in this hot and dreary afternoon, there has just been a drizzle, and many people like to drink a pot in my teahouse, nagging.

He didn't say anything, just drank tea, sat in front of the window for a while, and left.

While he was leaving, I was refilling tea for a few old people playing Go at a table and didn't notice him.

When I went to his place to collect the tea set, I saw that a hundred yuan had been placed on it, and the person had already walked away, so I smiled bitterly and shook my head.

That's how I am, I don't want to owe anyone.

I'd rather others owe me than others.

If you owe someone else, you will keep it in mind and force yourself to pay it back quickly.

Therefore, sometimes the old people who come to me do not have any money with them, I will still invite them to drink a pot, a small business, just to be happy, and nothing.

In fact, when those old people came in, they often pulled up their daily routines, or said some scripts and wild histories, and I stood beside them and listened to them at that time.

I'm very fond of those wild histories.

I often find some scripts in my grandfather's old house to read, which is very interesting.

Thinking about the ancients, I think it is not easy for them, they live for others, and after they die, they will prevent being passed on to the wild history.

At noon the next day, he came again.

It was still the same position by the window before, and after he came, I didn't notice that I was listening intently to their lecture on the history of the wilderness, which was about Li Lianying, the last eunuch in history, which was very interesting.

The corners of my mouth curled up, and I rarely smiled.

Because I don't know when it will make me laugh.

Again, I don't know when I'm going to cry.

As soon as I turned around, I saw him, sitting at the window, looking at me, I don't know how long he had been sitting.

The golden-rimmed eyes reflected in the sunlight, and I couldn't make out his eyes, but I knew he must be smiling.

He looks good when he smiles.

It's a sunny day, not a rainy day.

Luckily, he didn't come on a rainy day.

I made a pot of tea, walked over to him, and put the tea in front of him.

He politely said, "Thank you." ”

He was very cultivated, and it could be seen from his gestures that he had received aristocratic etiquette, and such a man was almost perfect.

"What do you like to listen to?"

He asked with a smile.

It's a normal tone.,Chat casually.。

"It's funny, isn't it."

I sat down across from him.

He thought for a moment and agreed, "Well, it's funny. ”

The last two words are very long, and I don't know what he means.

I don't like to think, so I can't hear what he says, I just think that the wild history is interesting.

He drank a pot of tea, sat at the window for a while, and then left.

I forgot again, and I still have to find him money.