Chapter 177: Here comes the tea
It's the first time that Lao Dao has complained here, sorry for you. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
It's just pessimistic that even the last hardcore reader has left me.
However, the future is bleak, and if you ask yourself, Lao Dao still wants to break through.
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Super World, on the tenth day, the white mist horses were churning wantonly, suddenly looking back, there was a general situation between heaven and earth.
It was originally a cloud and fog here, but after a gust of wind, in the sea of clouds that spread out somewhere, a small hut buried deep in a corner was faintly blown out.
With these clues, going to the depths of the white clouds, the outline of the small thatched hut gradually became clear.
What an idyllic farmhouse!
The thatched cover pressed the thatched roof, and the bundles of dark blue of different shades were placed very harmoniously, but when viewed from a distance, they were a little free and easy, layered, yellow spots, and the grass tips hung down to be a row of eaves.
The thatched house wall is covered with thick yellow mud, which seems to be rough, but in fact it is not, the yellow mud has long dried up at this time, and there are some holes and dents scattered on it, glowing with a faint golden light, adding a bit of unique charm to it.
It can be seen that the character of the owner of the house must also be extremely free and easy.
Outside the thatched hut, a bridge corridor is far away and obliquely elongated, there is a quagmire under the corridor, the semi-dry and half-wet quagmire is planted with lotus flowers, the lotus leaves are long, and the lotus flowers are Qianqian.
Outside the lotus pond, on both sides of the promenade, there are large pieces of land spread out on both sides, one end is from under the promenade, and the other end is hidden in the white clouds.
Having said that, the clear living water is always so gratifying.
The spring water was murmuring, and the crisp sound of water came from an old well, and next to the well, there was a passage piled up by yellow mud.
The twisted fields, overlooking from the sky, stretch out like a big tree, obliquely dividing several large and small fields around the thatched hut.
This small world carved out between the clouds and soil, there is no sun in the sky, but the wonderful thing is that there will be a warm sprinkling of sunlight and covering the four fields.
At this time, a shadow was busy in the field.
This field is different from the fields next to it, not vegetables or crops are planted here, but clusters of delicate chrysanthemums that bloom one after another, and the branches stand proudly.
These chrysanthemums are planted here, not for flower viewing, but for sake brewing and delicacies.
With bursts of floral fragrance, a pleasant singing voice has long been not to be outdone:
Dining and drinking dew mandarin ducks,
Picking flowers in the past and now,
Huang Li listened to the song and forgot to return,
The gods are also drunk in dreams.
The singing voice is crisp and melodious, with a soft penetrating power, and the person who sings is really empty-minded, and he is happy to cultivate in this field alone.
When I got closer, I saw the whole picture of the woman, and at first glance she looked like a cardamom in her twenties, and her appearance was lovely.
There is no artificiality, and there is a different kind of dignified temperament between the movements and demeanors.
But this is also natural, to be able to appear on the tenth day, the identity must be unusual, and to be able to have such a seemingly small, but actually vast one-third of an acre, the identity of a woman is simply about to come out.
She is the son of the primordial element, and her name is Zhe Zhe!
Strangely, the woman was not wearing a costume, although her hair was full of black silk and her black pupils reflected a smart look, she was wearing a white shirt and blue suspender jeans.
The shirt was pulled up to the elbows, and the black hair was tied into a pair of beautiful and neat double ponytails, the ends of which hung down just over the snow-white shirt.
On each ponytail, two white lace ribbons are tied, which sets off the facial features of the chΓΌller more delicately, and also makes it look extremely capable.
"Hey, this flower is so nice."
At this time, he was bending down and picking up the white chrysanthemum that had accidentally fallen from his hand from the ground.
As soon as she held the flower pedicle and picked it up, and then raised her head, she saw that she looked forward from this angle, and there was a white chrysanthemum that was particularly beautiful in the shade of thousands of flowers.
She lifted the flower basket with her bare hands, held it in her hand, and plunged into the sea of flowers with cheerful steps.
A soft goose-yellow leather belt hugged her slender waist, and as she moved, the loose metal leather clasp made a crunch as she struck.
The green leaves surged, revealing two delicate and small cowhide shoes stained with a little mud.
"Crunch," Su held a pair of scissors that seemed to be old and full of patina and waved it gently, and the soft emerald green flower stems were disconnected.
"It's good," her eyebrows and eyes bent like in a painting, her tone was coquettish, and at this time the flower basket was full, and her heart was also heavy with a burst of satisfaction.
But the next moment, a mysterious premonition came to her heart, and her face changed slightly.
His face was grim, and his eyes were fixed on the exit of the corridor.
After a few breaths, she didn't say anything, and after thinking about it, she picked up the flower basket and walked back to Tiankan, walking towards the promenade in front of the thatched hut.
The green leaves tumbled to both sides, as if the slender and upright figure of the Jie Zhe was the most beautiful white chrysanthemum among them.
ββ,As soon as she stepped into the corridor, the bamboo door of the small thatched hut had been opened, and she looked up to see that it was an old man about sixty years old and energetic who pushed the door and walked out.
"Husband," she greeted the old man in a very natural tone, resting the flower basket that had collapsed in her arms on the wooden handrail of the corridor, and she stepped to the old man's side.
"There are a lot of good flowers today, and I think I can make two more jars of wine!"
"Well, today's lady is so beautiful," the old man greeted with a smile, although the years have left a lot of traces on it, but it has not been able to tear off the old man's handsome facial features.
It is also difficult to hide its upright and upright spirit, and it is very handsome!
At this time, he only listened to the old man's tone, and at this moment, he had already put his arms on the old man's arm, and saw that she had a pretty face and stuck to the old man, but was tapped on the forehead by the other party very affectionately.
"Although it is usually beautiful, today it is slightly better," the old man patted his ass lightly and said, the scale was extremely accurate, and he stopped after tasting it: "Maybe it is the lady and the white chrysanthemum that echo each other today and complement each other!" β
"Husband," Cheng Zhe stuck out his tongue, "You are so sour," she looked at her husband, and the love in her eyes did not decrease in the slightest: "Where does it echo, tell me." β
As he spoke, he raised his hand and grabbed the old man's loose and hanging white sideburns, looked at it, and was not very satisfied, so he simply took half a step back and took care of the details around the old man.
She did it very carefully and carefully, and the old man let her fiddle with it like a model, until after a few breaths, when the old man's eyes showed a trace of helplessness, he gave up.
"Where are we," the ponytail on the back of his head shook slightly as his master looked at him.
"Speaking of you asking, 'Where does it echo?'" The old man blinked childishly, his long eyelashes fluttered, and his pupils were sharp, leaving only two oceans.
"Then you say!" He straightened the old man's collar and asked without raising his head.
"Uh...... Ha, echo each other," the old man snorted, and then looked carefully at the Yiren in front of him.
The identity of the old man is naturally not ordinary, he can be worthy of the Zhe, and he is also a son of the element.
Don't look like an old husband and a young wife, but in fact, the two are the same age.
The two are married in the abdomen, and they have been childhood sweethearts since they were children.
Before the two of them became the sons of the primordial elements, they were already an enviable pair of fairy couples.
Because they are kind and charitable, they hold each other's mandarin ducks and never give up, which is also a good story that has been handed down.
Up to now, the husband and wife have lived for nearly 10,000 years!
The old man's heart moved at this time, and he said with a smile: "The pure snow is blooming in spring, and Lan Cui is wearing clothes." β
"There you have it, it's the scent!"
"Is it fragrant," Qiong sniffed in the air very cooperatively, and Zhefeng's eyes were affectionate, but she still pursed her mouth high, and she said dissatisfiedly: "Why do I smell a foul smell." β
The old man folded his face and murmured sluggishly, "Impossible, I just washed this dress." β
"Poof," after hearing this, he was immediately amused by the old man when he saw the old man's cute appearance.
"Okay, you, I obviously washed this clothes," he said, giving the old man a good-looking look.
"Where's that smell," the old man said, with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Don't you smell it," He Zhe's eyes widened exaggeratedly, and from the old man's point of view, he could see a large piece of his delicate neck, slightly revealing a hint of pink, which was extremely tempting.
She still exaggerated her tone, and she elongated her voice: "That'sβsuch a big official smell, don't you smell it," she said, and her two hands gestured in the air, as if the non-existent smell was depicted by her.
"Well, yes, my nose is smarter than mine," the old man exclaimed, but his eyes were on the sea of clouds that was naturally surging in the distance outside the corridor.
"But then again, it's not time to beat the snake and startle the snake yet," the old man said something unclear, and his expression slowed down, and he followed behind him step by step.
I don't know when, the clothes on the body of the Zhe changed and became the same style of Hanfu as the old man.
The bead hairpin above her head swayed, and her temperament at the moment has also changed a little, with the self-debugging a lot more restrained, not as lively as before, but exuding a touch of luxury and majesty.
The two walked hand in hand to the middle of the corridor, where there was a small octagonal pavilion standing silently, usually the husband and wife drank tea and played the piano, and the guests and friends were here.
Originally, there was a swamp under the pavilion, although there was no strange smell but it was by no means good-looking, how could it be that the lotus leaves were infinitely green, and the layers kept pouring in.
Red lotus, pink lotus, green lotus, yellow lotus, all kinds of lotus flowers are different, just like a fish shuttling through the blue sea, the octagonal pavilion is made into the Canglang Pavilion.
"Madam, what kind of tea do you drink," the old man walked into the pavilion first, and when he heard this, he covered his mouth and chuckled, and said, "This tea is a heavy gift, the first choice for visiting, why don't you wait for a while to make tea for visitors." β
"You're so sure, he'll deliver tea," the old man brushed his sleeves and sat down, then glanced back at Cheng Zhe behind him, and saw that the other party was sitting down in the middle of the middle, with a dignified and quiet temperament.
"I don't know about others, that guy is so flamboyant, with his temperament, it's mostly tea," After speaking, his cheeks bulged, and he added: "No matter how bad it is, it should be his own wine,"
"Don't think about the wine he makes, it's not easy to drink his wine."
The 'he' in the conversation between the two, in a few words, outlined a stingy and flamboyant image, plus the previous 'official smell', which has not yet appeared is not a hospitable person.
"But I also know what kind of tea he gave me," said the old man, who raised his wizened right hand and pulled out a drawer from front of him, on a long angular table that doubled for making tea.
"You know, husband, what kind of tea will he give you," Zhe Zhe looked curious, and from her point of view, the drawer was a row of tea cans crammed together.
The old man smiled when he heard this, his eyes swept over the tea can, and said leisurely: "He will give me the best tea." β
"The best tea," he was stunned for a moment, but saw the old man take out a tea pot made of mutton fat white jade with several bamboo leaf patterns carved on the outside from the drawer.
This tea can is very familiar, and it is the best tea that the old man treasured!
Tea is the best tea, but it is also the most casual tea, the old man did not wake up the tea at all, and skillfully plucked the tea leaves into the teapot with a teaspoon, and a spring water naturally jumped out of the stone well in the distance.
After a while, a strong aroma of tea spread.
"It's so fragrant," he slowly closed his eyes, his nose twitching, and he looked intoxicated.
"Yes, it's so fragrant," said the old man, looking at his lover.
"How about a drink?"
"Don't!"
He Zhe replied very resolutely, and when he looked at her again, he saw her smile and said: "It's good for me to drink, this tea is not much, so you should drink it, husband." β
The well-behaved color at that moment made the old man's heart ripple, and he raised his hand and patted the hands that were resting on his knees.
The old man looked at the place he had looked at again, and the clouds and mist, which had been constantly moving and churning on their own, seemed to be more intense at the moment.
In a moment, an object came out of it, and the husband and wife were not mediocre, so they naturally recognized it at a glance, this was an extremely gorgeous beast car!
*To be continued *