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My name is Wu Xiaomin.

My family runs a teahouse.

Heavy rain has been pouring for several days, and there is no sunshine. The tables and chairs in the room are all covered with a layer of water. I have an umbrella in one hand. Holding a teapot in one hand. Didn't pay attention to a kick. Dirty and wet clothes don't count. The teapot was also broken. It's unlucky.

The teapot is something left by Grandpa. I remember that he used to sit in the old yard of his house with a teapot. Drink a pot of tea. Summer time. The weather is hot, and there will be a fan in your hand. Shake and shake. He's so sick of this teapot baby. It's worth more than her granddaughter. Now it's shattered in her hands.

I feel very remorseful. This teapot costs a lot of money. I couldn't help but sigh.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The mist rising from the outside became a hazy white ribbon. Rustle of falling leaves, snow and rain. When will this rain stop?

That's when the . I saw him.

And he stood outside the door under the eaves of the house to take shelter from the rain. Because the rain is too strong. A gray kaftan is already half wet. It's rare to wear kaftans these days. Except for those who are very old-fashioned will wear it.

Until. He turned around. Look calm. And didn't stay on me much. Looking at the rain falling on his body, his brows furrowed slightly.

It was my first time meeting him. He's so good-looking. It's rare for a man to look so handsome. But I don't think he's any different from anyone else.

Whenever. Guests who have come to my teahouse. They all say it's beautiful. I know I've seen the past fairly well. People will stay more on good things. Of course I am.

"Sir. It's raining so heavily. Come and sit in the house. Wait for the rain to light up before leaving."

He nodded. Turned around and walked in. I sat down at a table next to the window. His expression was a little dazed. Probably from the wind chill.

I've always been a good person. I went into the house and put a few pieces of charcoal under the stove in the brazier. Bring it to his feet." Grill it. The rain won't stop for a while."

I made a pot of piping hot tea. Pour him a drink." and a cup of hot tea. It can drive away the cold."

Clothes from his body. At first glance, it is from a rich family. I just don't understand. On such a cold day. How could he be here alone. Isn't his family in a hurry.

I'm not a nosy person. So after pouring tea for him. I'll go on something else.

Soon. The teahouse is home to many people again. I'm busy. It's easy to forget a lot of things.

Until the rain stopped. It's been wet for a few hours later.

I just noticed him. He hasn't gone yet. Instead, he sat at the window and watched me. I looked up at him boldly. He looked at me too. I've never seen anyone so bold. It's just curiosity.

In fact. It's pretty empty.

I noticed him stand up. Out of the teahouse. Only then went to his place to pack up the teapot. But he saw a hundred dollars on the table.

I chased it out with the money." Sir."

He stopped. Turn back." Something."

His voice was warm. Very nice to hear. When looking at people. Even the eyes are almost smiling. It reminds me of my dad.

That's probably why I noticed him.

"I'll give you that tea. No money."

"You do business. Isn't it a great loss?"

This guy is really interesting." That's not more than a hundred. Much more."

"Then remember. Tea is good. I'll come back next time."

Didn't expect him to say next time. It's so long.

I've always remembered. He has put money in me. But how to wait. Didn't wait for him to come and drink my tea.

I don't know what his name is. Where to stay. I don't know how to return the money he deposited with me.

Until he walked into my teahouse again. It's been five years later. In the past five years. I think of him from time to time.

Probably in a family like his. A few dozen bucks doesn't make a difference to him. But when Grandpa was alive. He taught me. He said. Xiao Min. Let's be principled. People are poor. But ambition cannot be poor."

I think it's a matter of principle. Although people give more money for tea. But people also said that it was to remember first. That is to say that someday. People will come. So I've been remembering those dozens of dollars.

That. It's also a rainy day.

He seems to be really attached to the rainy day. When he walked in. I'm sitting at the tea table. Braiding a little girl in the neighborhood. The little girl pesters me every day to comb her hair. It just so happened that there was no one in the teahouse. So he combed her with two pigtails. But happy.

I saw him as soon as I looked up.

I went to the counter and found seventy dollars for him." This is the money you keep putting with me. You haven't come. I'll give it back to you first."

He looked at her in amazement. I looked back at the teahouse for a week. Only then did he smile at the end. It was you. It's still the same."

He sat down with a light smile. Or the position against the window.

"You don't have to look for money. Just bring me a pot of tea."

"That's forty more."

"Remember. I'll come next time."

"When's the next time?"

I'm smarter this time. I'm a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. I don't like to owe people. I don't owe it and I've been thinking about it since then.

He smiled. Feel relieved. It really won't be long this time."

I don't believe it. Rich people like him. That's going to remember these dozens of pieces. But I never say no. Of course, take the money back and put it away. I hope that the next time he said this time is really hateful.

It's still the same as it was a few years ago. I took some from the charcoal fire under the stove. Put it at his feet. Brewed a pot of hot tea. Poured a cup. Put it in front of him. Just get ready to busy yourself.

I can always find something to do. If you want to keep yourself not idle. You can always find something to do for yourself.

"You read the Analects."

Suddenly, he picked up a book on his desk. Ask me.

Don't seem to believe it. There are still people who read this kind of book every day.

The Analects is originally a kind of self-cultivation book. But sometimes it can seem really boring.

I'm a little unconvinced, though. What kind of look is he? I probably don't believe that I, a teahousekeeper, would read such a well-informed book.

I learned all this from my grandfather. My grandfather taught me from a young age. The beginning of man. Sex is intrinsically good. Sexually similar. Xi Xiangyuan.

There are friends from afar. Exhilaration.

I've been able to memorize these things for a long time.

I glanced up. That book was left yesterday when I sat there reading it. I don't know why. I've developed a habit in the past five years. Will often sit by the window. Read the Analects for a while. Maybe the scenery there is really good.

"Hmm."

I answered. It's busy again.

"Very few people read this kind of book now. After all, if you watch too much, you will find it boring."

"It's fine. Spend your time at leisure."

"You're so funny. Ye Zhenfei my name. What about you?"

"Wu Xiaomin."