The three of them sat down, and the proprietress Pascoma came over and served a pot of tea, three pairs of clean cloth mats and towels.

The first tea was used to moisten the cup, and of course it could be used to quench his thirst, but Karn was not in a hurry, so he poured the tea out and soaked the cup, and then poured the tea into the jar. Kai'Sa sat across from him, watching him move with great interest, his eyebrows teasing him, just bullying him for having only one good eye.

She burst out laughing, and it felt good to have someone take care of everything.

After a while, Pascoma brought the pastries and teapots together, and the combined appetite of the three of them was a little terrifying, so that the two girls exclaimed excitedly when they saw that the pastries were neatly stacked into a heavy pyramid.

"These pastries are the ones that Itulle has been preparing since two days ago, and they are only served at festivals, so if they are not enough, just say that I will add more." This large plate of pastries was very heavy, and the proprietress who had passed middle age couldn't help but stop to take a breath.

"Thank you, old mother." Akali folded her hands and bowed her head in salute, then picked up a piece of pastry and tossed it into her mouth.

The bottom is slightly charred, the middle is soft and sweet, rich and overflowing. Akali exclaimed, this pastry simply saved her life, otherwise she would have been killed if she stayed by the two of them.

"If you like it."

Pascoma sweated with a towel, and laughed at the corners of her eyes.

Young people are blessed to be able to eat, and I hope they will like it.

Kai'Sa was pondering whose name Itul was when she heard an old man enter the doorway, and Paskoma shouted outside.

"There are more and more guests, and Itul will hang up the lantern and come in to entertain him."

"Just come." The tall man from before answered, put a towel on his shoulder, and walked directly to the old man who did not sit down when he entered the door.

"Guest, please take a seat, what do you want?"

"I don't order anything, I ......" The old man stopped talking, as if what he wanted to say was a little difficult to say.

"It's okay, just say it." Itul looked at him patiently.

"I want to bring my son back......"

"Your son isn't here."

"He's here, he's become a ......" The old man's voice suddenly choked up: "He's become a flower." ”

"The deceased is gone, the old man is not in good health, don't be too sad." Itulle's eyes were filled with sadness, and it seemed that he understood the pain as well.

"He died on the battlefield and could not be found. My wife has inconvenient legs and feet, and wants to make flower tea from his spiritual flowers and bring it back to her to cure her heart disease. The old man wrinkled his shriveled mouth: "I heard that this is the best teahouse in town......"

"I don't know how to make tea, I'll let the master tell you later." Itulle walked in and triggered, and the old man shrank in place, restless.

Not only did Akali restrain the sound of chewing with great interest, but the guests at the other table also lamented one after another, sympathizing with the old man's plight.

An old man came all the way to Weili, just to bring back the only thing related to his son who died in battle, what kind of bitterness does a short sentence carry? And there are not a few lonely nest families who have lost their children in old age.

Pascoma came to the old man and asked, "Old man, do you want to make flower tea?" ”

The old man nodded: "This is medicine for us." ”

"I'm sorry, I want to help, but there's nothing I can do." Paskoma lowered her head sadly: "The spirit tree has not sprouted until now, and I am afraid that this year will be ...... There are no more blooming spirits. ”

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and without flowers, how to make flower tea.

"Alright then, I'm still in a hurry to go back to take care of my wife...... I'll trouble the master again next year. After hearing this, the old man trembled and almost fell, Itul went up to help him, and the old man nodded and walked to the gate without saying anything.

Pascoma asked the old man to sit down and drink some tea and pastries before leaving, but the old man waved his hand and refused, and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the door.

"Well, what's going on?"

Kai'Sa was suddenly worried that next year the old woman and her son would meet at the other end of the curtain, and that they had gone from waiting for two people to staying behind alone.

"Hostess." Karn suddenly stopped Pascoma, and Kai'Sa couldn't help but look up to see what he had to say.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking? ”

"No, I want to ask if this pot of spiritual tea is the same as what the old man said?" He pointed to the teapot on the table and poured the tea into the cup, which was fragrant, because it was too hot to drink.

Karn felt that the flower tea made from the Blooming Spirit Flower was a little unpalatable, even if it tasted good, after all, it was a spirit flower that had carried the spirits of the dead. The subjective feeling is a bit like making tea from ashes, full of taboo and disrespect.

"It's different." Pascoma shook her head, reassuring Karn.

"It's a psychic tea." The proprietress said.

"Psychic?" Karn sensed that the psychic might not be quite what he understood.

"Yes, the Blooming Spirit Flower only blooms for one night, and if you can't find the spirit of your loved one in the flower that night, it means missing out forever. And this spiritual tea can help people find their relatives more easily in the blooming spirit flowers all over the mountains. ”

"Oh." Karn nodded: "The Blooming Spirit Flower won't bloom this year, is it still useful to drink it?" ”

Many people had feared that Ionia would no longer have a "blooming spirit", a sign that the imbalance still permeated the land and the people.

Pascoma shook her head, "It's a custom here. ”

"Okay, thanks for the solution." Karn took a sip of his teacup while the proprietress continued to greet her guests.

The three of them ate pastries and served tea, and the sweetness of the refreshments diluted the bitter mood.

Karn and Kai'Sa chatted from time to time, watching the two of them go about their business in the shop.

He saw Itul carry a pile of iron to the kitchen door, which was almost all the sharp objects in the house—kitchen knives, hacksaws, hook sickles, and a rusty iron sword that had been passed down from the family.

Itul picked up one of the sharps and dug a pit under the corner of the tea room.

The room's roots were thick and strong, and with a little force, he carefully shoved the first knife under the roots.

Then he changed rooms and repeated.

"What is this doing?" Kai'Sa asked.

"Burying sharps on the Blooming Spirit Day is to pray for peace and harmony during the festival, so that we can let go of the past conflicts during the festival." Akali said that while she knew, she never did.

She is alone outside, and her weapon is her best protection, and it is impossible to bury it in the ground.

This custom is related to a legend in which a pair of good brothers turned against each other because of a pair of divine swords, and later woke up and understood that the dispute was all because of the divine sword, so they buried the source of all disputes and reconciled.

"Times are different, and I think this custom needs to be changed somewhat." Even Akali said the same.

"How?"