The white mist permeated the tall buildings. A silver-white car crossed the viaduct and stopped in front of the gate of the teahouse, the door opened, and Yuan Qi and Lingling stepped out of the silver-white car. Yuan Qi still had this black bag hanging on his shoulder, although the black bag looked a little shabby, which showed how important this black bag was to him. The black bag had been with him for four or five years, and Yuan Qi couldn't bear to throw it away. Lingling has persuaded many times: "Husband, you see that this bag is already very worn, it is better to throw it away, and I will buy you a new one." Yuan Qi once said to Lingling: "This is the most precious birthday gift you have ever given me, even if it is worn out, I still hang it, never give up, never throw away." "Indeed, Yuan Qi has already done it. Before, when Yuan Qi and Su Ling quarreled, Yuan Qi would transfer the gifts given to him by Su Ling to others, and this other person was his very good friend Mr. Yukawa Tokuichi, and after a few days of reconciliation, he asked for these gifts back, these two people are really strange. Mr. Yukawa Tokuichi also knew Yuan Qi's temper, so he joked: "Yuan Qi, do you want the gift Su Ling gave you, otherwise I will lose it." Unexpectedly, Yuan Qi quickly replied: "Yes, of course, who told you to throw it away?" ”

Yuan Qi and Lingling walked into the teahouse, and the waiters stood on both sides of the door of the teahouse, bowed very politely, and said with a smile: "Boss, boss, morning." ”

Yuan Qi faced the waiters standing on both sides, stretched out his hand to say hello, his eyes narrowed, and he smiled slightly: "Morning, you have worked hard." ”

"We don't work hard, serve everyone, be happy ourselves, and become a family."

Yuan Qi nodded with satisfaction, and still smiled: "Well, it's good, you all go and go about your own things." ”

It turned out that this teahouse was opened by Yuan Qi, Yuan Qi was the owner of this teahouse, Su Ling did not work in the hospital, and the two ran the business of this teahouse together after they got married, so they named it "Times Health Life Club" referred to as "Times Health", "and Yuan Qi originally worked in the original sales company to promote the company's products and promote traditional Chinese etiquette and health culture. The teahouse is often crowded and noisy, and there are scholars discussing academics, as well as the company's salesmen. They drink tea and chat or play cards to entertain themselves, echoing the life of old Chengdu. We all know that the general salary of waiters working in the tea house is generally very low, they have difficulties in life, "times of health" is indeed different, the purpose of the tea house is to give priority to the interests of employees, first solve their difficulties from life in order to better serve the customers who consume on the tea house, and the times of sales company, its basic salary is different from the general tea house, then the difference between them is to give employees commissions according to the provisions of the sales company, which fundamentally solves the low wages of employees or the difficulties in life, So as to achieve self-interest and altruism, virtue in the world.

Yuan Qi entered the hall, and Lingling entered the manager's office. Yuan Qi stepped forward and called the waiter in front of the counter and said, "Xiao Wang, is there any newspaper today?" "Yuan Qi has a habit of reading today's newspaper every morning when he walks into the teahouse, and the waiter at the counter also knows Yuan Qi's habit and has to prepare one every day.

"Yes, yes," so the waiter standing in front of the counter took out a newspaper from under the counter, Yuan Qi took the newspaper and looked around the hall, found a secluded place to sit down, opened the newspaper and watched. Then a waiter stepped forward with one hand holding the tray, gently put the teacup in the tray on the tea table, there was a little tea in the bottom corner of the glass, and the teapot was washed with boiling water with one hand, and the waiter said: "Boss, please use tea." ”

"Well, you go get busy first, I'll pour the water myself," Yuan Qi buried his head in the newspaper and looked through the newspaper.

Yuan Qi opened the newspaper in his hand, and somehow stunned him, staring at the newspaper headline blankly, "White Swallow died suddenly", this news was sudden bad news for him. It took a long time to come back to his senses and pick up the newspaper that had fallen on the ground, put it on the tea table in front of him, and then took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the smoke. The air in the hall made people feel dull, so dull that people were about to suffocate to death, and even the surrounding voices and even those noisy voices were sometimes so clear, and so muddy, dull like a thousand pounds of heavy stones pressed on my heart. Breathing heavily, he stood up and walked out slowly, his heavy steps showing that he was preoccupied. Standing alone outside the hall, holding on to the railing with both hands, the viaduct and the tall buildings rising from the ground directly opposite, the green trees and dead trees with yellow leaves in front of me, and the forest path and the wooden stakes and benches beside the path, all fell silent in this white mist.

Judging from the death of Bai Yanzi and Yuan Qi's surprised expression, it can be seen that the relationship between Bai Yanzi and Yuan Qi is extraordinary, and if you want to say that the understanding between Yuan Qi and Bai Yanzi starts from two years ago.

The autumn colors are hazy, the roadside lights are still so bright, and the breeze is blowing, adding a touch of coolness to this bustling city. In the dark night, the buildings are already brightly lit. Yuan Qi walked out of the bathroom, wearing pajamas with a wide slanted collar, a towel rubbing his hair, and then put the towel on the iron pole on the wall. Walked out of the bathroom to sort out the books on the bed, put them on the bookshelf in a row, lay on the bed and took out his mobile phone, and sent a few messages in the QQ group. Yuan Qi bumped into it, put the pillow behind his back, and flipped through the messages in the group, many of which were poems written by poets.

"Today, the pear blossoms are raining, missing such as snow for the king, etc., and the heart is blooming in the flowering period, and the lovesickness is long and does not see the king's arrival;

The moon is hidden in the clouds, and the love is deep, and there is an appointment to break the bridge last year, and the heart promises a lifetime of good fate and a pillow;

Time still does not stop, the season has reached a watershed, flowers bloom and spring will go, and the bridge is looking forward to sending the deceased sadly;

The wind and rain knocked on the door at night, urging him to ask if he was waiting for you, but the flowers fell helplessly, and he did not change his mind and the king was absolutely red dust. ”

——"Today and Pear Blossoms and Rain" is a selection of poems by Mr. Xiang Lin, an original literature from Chengdu

The poems are neatly formatted and the mood is sad, the tone is beautiful and emotional. Yuan Qi read this poem repeatedly to appreciate its beautiful artistic conception, and deeply felt the beauty of the words, so he held the mobile phone with both hands, opened the comment column, looked out the window with both eyes, and fell into contemplation.

"Affectionate since ancient times, empty and hateful, helpless spring flowers and autumn moons, how much do you know about falling red?

The flowing water is gone, and the pavilion in the center of the lake sits alone, looking far away. ”

After writing it, I looked at the comment, and sent it out with a light touch of my finger, and got a reply after a while, saying: "Mr. Dacai, clumsy and hurtful Mr. Yaxing, thank you for your comment." ”

Yuan Qi smiled, looked at the reply on the phone, and said, "Mr. doesn't dare to call it in vain, I don't know what the teacher is called." ”

"In Xia He Lin, I don't know the name of Mr.?" Listening to his words, he knew that Mr. He Lin must be a Confucian who read poetry and books, every sentence reveals the beauty and humility of the poem, and looking at his photo is an elder, Yuan Qi is more respectful.

"Teacher He, hello, if the late student Yuan Qi is disrespectful, please forgive Teacher He."

"It's a lot of courtesy, it's Lin's honor to meet Brother Qi, how do you know that you have a good conversation, you are all friends of the same enthusiast, and you hate to see each other late for bosom friends, so it is inevitable that you will be a little embarrassed."

"Later students read the teacher's masterpieces repeatedly, and I felt that the teacher's lyrics and songs revealed a kind of sad feelings.

"Thank you for the poetry and appreciation, in fact, it is also some insights, shallow words, and a lot of guidance."

"You and I are both literature lovers, and we should communicate with each other and learn from each other in order to make up for our shortcomings. Teacher He, you and I rarely have a good conversation, why don't we meet at the place and time to meet, and further discussion, I don't know what Teacher He thinks? ”

"Okay, so when and where?"

"The location is in the Times Health Teahouse, when do you see when you are free?"

"Then this week's weekend."

On this day, Yuan Qi, as usual, drove a car to the teahouse he opened. Along the way, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining. The car stopped in front of the teahouse, and he walked out of the car, entered the elevator and went upstairs, sat in the lobby and called for a cup of tea and waited. After a while, Teacher He Lin called, and Yuan Qi then called the waiter at the counter and said, "Xiao Wang, prepare two cups of tea, and there will be guests arriving in a while,"

"Okay, boss."

Yuan Qi hurriedly walked out of the phone, went downstairs, and stood in front of the teahouse waiting, his eyes kept looking ahead. In front of the bus stop, there are a lot of people standing there, among which there are hurried office workers, idle tourists, and a couple who whisper softly. These people are either affectionately parting, or same-sex companions, or chatting in groups, or looking forward to watching these large and small vehicles come and go, and the bus stops and goes, and goes and stops. There are many traffic blockages, and there is no flow up and down. An elongated bus stopped in front of the bus stop, and one or two of them squeezed out to stand in front of the bus stop, looking left and right to see if they were looking for someone. In front of him was a middle-aged man in his forties, kind and upright. followed by a small student, the same size as Yuan Qi, quite feminine, but despite this, a scholarly atmosphere can still be seen. The middle-aged man took out his mobile phone and put it to his ear, looked ahead, and suddenly walked to the platform, Yuan Qi just beckoned, walked up to the front and smiled.

"Brother Qi, what a young talent!" Teacher He Lin held Yuan Qi's hands and looked at Yuan Qi with a smile, saying that he had something to say, but he still didn't say it.

"Teacher He praised it" After Yuan Qi finished speaking, he looked at the little student behind Teacher He Lin and said, "This is..." ”

"Oh, I almost forgot to introduce it to you," Teacher He Lin faced this little student, pushed forward and stood in front of Yuan Qi, Teacher He stood on the side and said: "His name is Bai Lianhe, everyone calls him Bai Yanzi, he is a student of opera, I have heard his "Farewell My Concubine" is very good, you can go and listen to it." ”

"There, it's everyone who gives me a face," Bai Lian Heshan didn't speak, and occasionally spoke, and his voice was so delicate.

"He is Yuan Qi, very talented, you young people can communicate with each other when you have time."

"Look, let's go upstairs and sit down first."