() Qin Xin smiled, sat in the back seat of the car and peeked at the smile on Tie Ming's face, looking at his satisfied expression, I couldn't imagine that his heart was so soft and so affectionate: because a person remembers a bowl of noodles, because a bowl of noodles remembers a person.

This bowl of noodles is not an ordinary bowl of noodles, it carries the affection of two people, and it is the most beautiful relationship in the world.

A person lives in this world, not the beautiful scenery, because when you close your eyes, the beautiful scenery is not there, and it is not a good sound, because you cover your ears, the good sound is not there, and it is not delicious, fun and enjoyable, but that sincere feeling.

True love is engraved in the heart, and it will be recalled over and over again before going to bed and after waking up, more expensive than money, more fragrant than flowers, and warmer than hot tea. So you can't forget, you can't forget. Engraved in the heart, the truth is always there.

This is a long street in Shanghai, and both sides of the street are densely packed with well-arranged shops.

It's a small shop, but it has everything. Each one is as small as a sparrow's nest, and one by one is as full as a "big pomegranate".

Qin Xin couldn't help but poke his head out of the car, look east and west, the black one is the coal store, the colorful one is the cloth shop, the red one is the incense shop, and the green bush is the vegetable shop.

The beauty of a city does not lie in how tall the buildings and parks are, but in the background of life and the charming scenery of the city. The city is for life, and life is the trace of people.

The car slowly drove past a roadside tiger stove teahouse, and Qin Xin said that he was thirsty and wanted to go down to drink tea to quench his thirst. Just now, I put too much yellow croaker noodles in MSG, and I died of thirst after a while.

Tie Ming also felt thirsty, the yellow croaker noodle boss was black-hearted, put so many seasonings, I was not afraid that the guests would not be able to stand it.

The two got out of the car again and came to the Tiger Stove Teahouse.

This is a unique teahouse in old Shanghai, a tiger stove is built on the side of the road, three or four tables are spread out in front, and a circle of small stools is slipped underneath, no need to advertise, no shouting can open the door to do business, to be honest, not even the door.

In addition to making tea and selling water, this kind of teahouse will also deal in some snacks and pastries, specializing in the business of the poor. The big guy was tired from work, he was bullied by the owner, and when his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were in discord, they came here to drink two sips of tea, sip a few mouthfuls of melon seeds, chew a plate of fried peanuts with sugar, chatter, and after talking, the poisonous gas was sprinkled clean, patted his ass and left.

A bowl of tea in the tiger stove, endless alleys, the countryside and the outside of the home, endless ups and downs, and the world......

When the proprietress of the teahouse saw them, her eyes slipped from head to toe, and she immediately smiled, wiped a table and invited them to sit down for tea, and asked the man to bring a long-spouted pot and help them open two sets of tea sets.

Tie Ming took out a pack of Biluochun from his suit pocket and asked the proprietress to make this tea. Tiger Stove Teahouse is said to be a teahouse, in fact, it only sells boiled water, some people come to get a pot of water and leave, and some people will drink a few sips of tea here and chat.

As for tea, to put it bluntly, it is the crushed leaves of bitter tea mixed with water at the bottom of the pot.

Qin Xin watched Tie Ming take out a pack of Biluochun that he often drank at home, and frowned. She was tired of drinking this "bird's tongue", and saw that everyone was drinking a kind of brown-red-brown-red tea, so she wanted to try it.

The proprietress said that the tea was astringent, and there was scum, and the lady was not used to drinking it, and it was not delicious.

Qin Xin said it didn't matter, just come to the bowl and try it. So the man removed the spouted pot and made them two bowls of bitter tea.

The brown and red color is deep, mixed with a strange smell of rust

, not like tea, but like waste water drained from burning iron. Tie Ming took a sip cautiously. Qin Xin took a big gulp like the people around him, and grunted.

"Isn't it Mia, this tea is so astringent, what does it smell?"

Qin Xin frowned when he put down the empty bowl and stuck out his tongue, trying to get the strange smell in his mouth out quickly. She has never drunk such tea, and the tea she drinks at home is all the best tea shipped from Hangzhou, either Biluochun or Longjing, and the taste is excellent. She thought that the tea was all that taste, but the tea here actually came out of this taste.

Tie Ming took another sip, swallowed it a few times, put down the teacup quietly, and said to her:

"Bitter tea quenches your thirst, are you still thirsty after drinking this mouthful?"

As he said, after drinking this small sip, he really didn't feel thirsty, and it was much more thirst-quenching than the sherbet, orange water, and cantaloupe juice made in the kitchen. Although this tea is not delicious, it has benefits that other teas can't match.

Qin Xin took another sip, this time the bitter taste spread in his mouth, but his throat was soothing. You have to taste it carefully to taste this bitter tea to moisten your mouth.

Poor people drink bitter tea differently from those who read books, they do not seek the taste of tea, they do not seek the philosophy of life, they quench their thirst. Add a little astringency to tea, which is better than plain water. Those carefully and delicately made teas have lost the sweetness of tea and are empty of gorgeous and cumbersome.

A few envoy girls in coarse cotton clothes came over, saw the two of them, pointed and pointed, wondering why rich people also came to the Tiger Stove Teahouse to drink tea, they wouldn't be actors acting in movies. A few girls looked at Tie Ming boldly, he was so handsome, could he still be a movie star like that? The young lady next to him was dressed so fashionably, this dress must be very expensive!

Tie Ming was embarrassed, but he greeted them generously. The girls had never seen the world, so they didn't reply to her, and found a table to sit down for tea.

"There are so many people drinking tea here, it's really lively."

Qin Xindong looked at Xiqiao and looked at the people around her curiously, and the people around her were also secretly looking at her. Tie Ming urged her to hurry up and drink tea and not look around. Qin Xin pursed his lips and pressed the teacup to his mouth, looking very moving with those big eyes.

At the next table sat three porters, all of whom were stained with yellow mud on their trouser legs, and they looked like they had just finished picking a load. They drank tea, peeled boiled peanuts, and chatted about the dock business.

One said that the foreigner was too big, and when he got off the boat, he had to find someone to pick up his luggage, and he refused to carry a small box by himself.

A joke he is looking for Mrs. Miss, why, their luggage is fragrant! The friends present grinned, the bearded face was matched with a mouth full of yellow teeth, and the rough manly breath was mixed with the heat of the tea, this scene ......

The more Tie Ming listened to them, the more obscene they became, and his face was not good-looking. But Qinxin's little girl opened her eyes wide with curiosity, wanting to hear more from them about the little corners she never knew. At this moment, a few old dancers from the salted meat village came over to drink tea and flirt with their group of porters.

A dancer who looks like a mother doesn't forget to pull business when she leaves, asking them to come over and play.

"Mom, you've got this advertisement"

"Yo, don't you come, let's have a few new flowers and fresh meat in the alley, tender and tender, wait for the next generation!"

"Of course the salted meat village is in the salted meat business, and my mother, the young ones all went to Paramount to be dancers."

"Hahahaha"

These people Tie Ming clenched the teacup tightly to prevent himself from getting angry, obviously there were little girls who drank tea, and they were also so blatantly making trouble.

Qin Xin looked ignorant and curious, like a kitten, the ** of knowledge is like a match, "click" to ignite, the flame "flutters" to shine, these dark corners are illuminated little by little. She didn't understand what these people were saying, she just looked at their appearance, as if it was funny, and turned her head and asked Tie Ming:

"What is a bacon farm?"

Tie Ming was about to squirt out when he took a sip of tea in his mouth, this little girl listened quite seriously, seeing her innocent face, she was about to blush. Seeing that he didn't answer himself, Qin Xin felt bored, and turned to talk to the gang of porters:

"Hey, big brothers"

Tie Ming grabbed Qin Xin's arm and was about to drag her away, but even the bag of Biluochun fell on the table and didn't have time to take it.

"Hey, why are you pulling me, I'm going to talk to someone."

"Let's go, let's go when we're done drinking, and hurry home."

Qin Xin was reluctantly stuffed into the car by Tie Ming, and the jeep drove away. I really shouldn't have taken Qin Xin to this kind of place to drink tea, the people in the market are all foul language, but fortunately, Qin Xin doesn't understand, and I won't explain it to her.

"Why are you dragging me, look at it, it's all red."

"I see that you refuse to leave, why don't I drag you."

"Hey, I'll just hear what's going on."

"I'll tell you the story."

"Okay, tell me about the salted meat village."

"What!"

Tie Ming didn't pay attention, his hand on the steering wheel slipped, the car drifted around, Qin Xin followed in the car, and even clapped his hands and shouted:

"It's fun, it's fun."

Tie Ming twisted the steering wheel over, breathed a sigh of relief, and almost had an accident, seeing Qin Xin clapping his hands playfully, he shook his head helplessly.

When she got home, Qin Xin ran straight to the kitchen to find Aunt Bao. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I won't make up classes tonight, what is this little girl going to do?

At night, Tie Ming practiced martial arts under the big banyan tree in the courtyard. Practice three dogs in summer, and practice three nines in winter. I can't rest for a day in this martial arts practice, my muscles and bones are tightened if they are not loose, and my ligaments are retracted if they are not supported.

I am no longer the child I was twenty years ago, and many moves are not so easy to do. My father taught me the basic skills of hiding flowers in the leaves, the front bridge and the back bridge, and I can only remember the name. However, as I get older, my body bones are getting harder and harder. The muscles of the arms, abdomen, and legs have been trained, and it is enough to bluff people without beating people.

After playing the stick, dancing the sword, dancing the sword, making the stick, finishing the stick, making the double ...... Tie Ming practiced in full swing, and after a while, he was sweating, and he took off his coat and waistcoat, revealing his wheat-colored chest and back, shining with a healthy color in the moonlight.

Behind a curtain upstairs, a pair of big eyes peeked happily.

Tie Ming wouldn't have thought that it would be refreshing.

She has one more fun now, that is, watching Tie Mingyue practice martial arts in the shadow of the tree. The move is dazzling, and the figure is heart-warming. Tie Ming practiced so much that he didn't notice her at all, and Qin Xin wouldn't call him, just a pair of eyes was enough.

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