Yang Huairen followed the prestige, and a head gradually emerged from the staircase, and then a well-proportioned old man walked upstairs with his hands behind his back and smiled.

The old man seems to be a regular customer, and he is very familiar with the layout of the second floor of the teahouse. He stood at the top of the stairs and did not sit down immediately, but looked around first.

During this period, there were a few guests who were tasting tea, maybe they were tea friends who had known each other before, so the old man smiled and nodded.

When the old man's gaze swept to Yang Huairen, he seemed to feel that Yang Huairen's old gentleman looked a little raw, so he hesitated a little and walked over.

"This old brother, I wonder if we can share a table together?"

Yang Huairen saw that this old man was in his fifties and nearly sixty, but he called himself an old brother, he felt funny in his heart, and suddenly remembered that he was dressed up now, so he reacted, and hurriedly suppressed his smile, just smiled and said in a deep voice, "It's okay, please take a seat." ”

The old man was not polite, said "thank you", and sat down opposite Yang Huairen.

Yang Huairen was a little curious, there were still a lot of empty tables upstairs in the teahouse at this time, but this old man chose the position by the window where he was sitting.

The location is not bad, the windows are reversed and opened, and two thin wooden sticks are used to block out the harsh midday sun, and at the same time, the view here is excellent, and the scene on the street outside can be seen at a glance.

The most comfortable thing is the occasional breeze that blows through the face, and it is already the beginning of summer, and such a breeze always makes people feel refreshed.

Yang Huairen looked silently, maybe people usually like this position, and they have long been used to sitting here, but today he came a little earlier, but instead occupied a familiar seat.

He took an appointment, Lan Ruoxin went to Duanwang's Mansion to walk back and forth from then on, even if she was familiar with the streets of the city, it would take an hour to return.

In this case, it is better to drink a pot of tea with this old man, talk casually, and pass this idle time.

Yang Huairen looked at the old man's dressing and tried to guess what kind of identity the old man was.

He has a well-proportioned figure, but he is not the thin kind of ordinary old man, and his arms look very strong, he should be a person with strength, but judging from his demeanor, he does not look like a martial artist who often practices martial arts.

The clothes on his body are also relatively ordinary, compared to the other people on the second floor of the teahouse, or the long-distance running Confucian shirt or a rich satin robe, the clothes worn by the old man are slightly shabby, more like an ordinary person.

It's just that his plain clothes don't look new, they must have been washed many times, but they are exceptionally neat on the whole, and there are no wrinkles on his body.

From this, it can be judged that his clothes must have been washed very carefully, and after drying, they were ironed before they were worn on his body, which shows that this old man is a person who is extremely particular about life and dressing.

The old man does not seem to be a rich man or a well-educated person, and being able to drink tea on the second floor of the teahouse means that tea tasting should be his personal preference.

After the old man sat down, it was probably because there was a stranger sitting opposite, it seemed a little unnatural, and he turned his head from time to time to see if Xiao Er at the staircase had already served the tea he ordered, or turned his head to look out of the window deliberately.

In this way, Yang Huairen, who originally wanted to chat with him casually, was also a little embarrassed, and wanted to say something new, but he was afraid of disturbing the other party.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps going upstairs, and Xiao Er walked up, holding a pottery tray in his hand, and in the tray were two black porcelain teapots, and five small teacups that were also black porcelain.

"Guest officer, please use it slowly."

Yang Huairen casually took out a piece of broken silver from the sleeve of the wide robe and stuffed it into Xiao Er's hand, "I'm sorry for the second brother to run again, and I can have a few tea fruits at random." ”

Xiao Er saw the broken silver, and his face smiled. Two pots of Xiuren tea cost 200 yuan, and a few plates of tea fruits and dried melon seeds and fruits and other snacks for ten yuan a stack, adding up to only two hundred and forty or fifty yuan.

And the piece of broken silver in his hand, after a little weighing, he already knew that this piece of broken silver weighed at least four coins, close to half a tael.

He did this errand and welcome the little second brother in the teahouse, and his salary in a month was only five or six hundred yuan, according to the rules of the teahouse, if the guest was happy to give more tea money, it would be counted as his reward.

In this way, he was paid an extra ten years of wages for no reason. On weekdays, tea customers are not without rewards, but they are all loose money of one or two cents, and after a whole month, it is only thirty or forty wen, and in good times, it is only one hundred and eighty wen at most.

This old gentleman who came to the door for the first time gave him a reward of nearly 200 wen at once, how could he not be happy? He thanked him several times before hurriedly going downstairs to serve refreshments, and even his steps were much lighter.

The old man on the opposite side was a little surprised when he saw this scene, although his head was still facing the direction of the window, he squinted at Yang Huairen unnaturally.

Yang Huairen also found out, as if the other party was also looking at his dress and guessing his identity.

Yang Huairen is actually not showing off his wealth, the piece of broken silver he gave to the little second brother just now is already the smallest silver he has on him, and there are more than a dozen copper coins pinned to his waist, and he plans to go into the city to eat some snacks from a small stall on the street, and he has to pay 200 yuan for tea, which is really not enough.

Now that the tea is here, Yang Huairen is not good at drinking tea by himself and letting an old man look at him on the other side, and at the same time he also thinks that maybe the two pots of tea in front of him are just enough for him to find a common topic for the two of them.

"This old brother, we can sit at the same table today, it's fate, why don't you let me invite you to a pot of tea."

The old man heard the old gentleman-like person talking to him on the other side, so he turned his head and raised his hand to clench his fist.

"Uh...... The tea I ordered will be here soon, so I don't have to, thank you for this guy's hospitality. ”

Seeing that he refused without thinking about it, Yang Huairen confirmed his guess about this old man, who was very particular and stubborn.

Yang Huairen smiled, took two delicate black porcelain teacups, and put them in front of himself and the old man opposite, then picked up a pot of tea, poured a full cup for the old man first, and then poured himself a full cup.

"Brother has seen the outside, as the saying goes, getting together is fate, since you and I meet here in Pingshui, drink a pot of fragrant tea, no need to be polite."

After that, Yang Huairen put down the teapot, picked up his teacup with his left hand, and made a gesture of invitation with his right hand.

The old man thought about it for a while, and felt that what Yang Huairen said seemed to make sense, and if he repeatedly brushed off the kindness of others, it seemed that he would also break people's faces.

Thinking that his tea would come up later, he would invite him to eat a cup of tea, so he also picked up the tea cup in front of him, and said with a smile, "Please!" ”