"Huh? What?" It was a woman's voice, she called softly. When Nan Nan heard this, she turned her head to look at her, and the two looked at each other, each with their own doubts and puzzles. I saw that the woman had stopped her hands, and the silver scissors were now open on both sides, and the innermost joint was also resisting the end of the root branch of the unpruned yellow rose. She turned her face sideways, tilted her head, her eyes were full of confusion, and the peach blossom eyes were pitiful, and she couldn't help but feel sorry, but she wanted to put her arms into her arms, and she comforted her. And Nan Nan's face was also full of questions, and it was thought that the woman had something wrong and wanted to find her, but it could be seen that the woman's expression did not seem to be so, so she had to ask, "What?"

"Aren't you calling my name? I just listened, and you called out to White Jasmine. The woman lowered her hands, and this is how the flowers and scissors were temporarily separated. She turned sideways, aimed at Nan Nan a little, and still asked rhetorically.

"No, it's not, I'm talking about the white jasmine in this tea." Nan Nan listened to the woman's words, and hurriedly explained, she turned her head to look at the pot of tea in front of her, then stretched out her right hand and pointed again, and then looked at the woman again. As if to deliberately prove that she was right, she straightened her back, raised her neck, raised her head, and looked serious.

"Oh? That's the case......" Bai Jasmine listened to Nan Nan's words, and then she was relieved, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she smiled slightly, revealing the dimple. Then, facing the white wooden table again, she lifted the yellow rose that had been laid down, pinched her fingers in the middle of the root, and turned a few small circles, as if to reconsider how to prune, and the scissors swung slightly from side to side again. Then he stopped, he had already thought about it, that is, he raised the yellow rose a little higher, and with a "click", he decisively cut off a section.

"Is your name White Jasmine?" Nan Nan looked at her and asked, she put down her right hand pointing to the pot of tea, and rested it on the table, tilting, leaving her forearm in the air. Nan Nan leaned over to look at White Jasmine, her feet on tiptoe, and she was on the one under the wooden high chair, some distance from the ground. Nan Nan's left hand is casually placed on her leg, and the weight of her entire body is pressed against the right half of her torso, so her shoulders are stiff, and it carries most of its strength, when she has to stand upright because of this. Nan Nan tried her best to put on a casual and relaxed gesture of chatting. It was still a little difficult for her to talk to someone she didn't know, let alone ask for such a sensitive question as their name.

"Yes, I was born with jasmine blooming, so that's why I was called Mako. Maybe it's because of the name, but I also like jasmine. White Jasmine didn't look at Nannan, she replied as she buried her head and cut off the miscellaneous leaves of the yellow rose. She replied nonchalantly, as if to devote all her attention to pruning the branches.

Nan Nan didn't answer, just nodded. But then, she didn't know what to say, so she could only keep her mouth shut, let alone keep staring at Bai Jasmine, so she turned back to her body and faced the pot of jasmine tea. Nan Nan's hands were placed on the table, one in front of the other and one next to her forearms, and they were not overlapped up and down. She bent over, leaning forward, her neck forming a solitary shape, slightly lower

I lowered my head, but I still looked forward, staring blankly at the pot of tea, sometimes lowering my eyes to look at the tea eyes below, and sometimes raising my eyes to look at the little white flowers floating on my face. It's a bored stare look.

"Take a sip of tea, I just made it, and it's still warm." The woman opened her mouth, but still didn't look at Nannan, as if she was just talking casually.

Nan Nan tilted her head, glanced at Bai Jasmine, and sat up a little straighter. She leaned down and touched her stomach with her left hand, but she didn't feel anything unusual, but she was still a little hesitant. Nan Nan frowned, pursed her lips, and thought to herself, remembering that Bai Jasmine had let herself eat tea three times. It's just three things, and if she refuses, it's not good, it hurts someone's heart and embarrasses her. Nan Nan had no choice but to raise her left hand, take a small transparent teacup, and put it in front of her. Then, he stretched out her right hand again, grabbed the thin handle of the teapot that was bent into a half-circle, and lifted it hard, which was heavier than Nan Nan imagined, and he was sitting on the chair, and he couldn't move. When Nan Nan picked up the pot of tea, she shook it slightly, and the tea also swayed, turning in a circle and hitting the wall of the pot, making a dull sound of running water. The jasmine also moved because of this, but not much.

There are many of them, and they are close to each other, and there are not many gaps to make them turn, so they can only float a few times by borrowing the thrust of the water. The tea leaves at the bottom are the opposite, although it is also dense, but it is too light, and it can become a swimming vortex because of the mixing of the tea. The rotation of tea leaves is even more than the number of times that tea swaying, and the time is longer. Until the waves of tea and jasmine stopped, the tea leaves were still spinning endlessly, as if they would not be able to get caught, and they would never stop there.

Nan Nan only waited for the dangling tea to stabilize before lifting the teapot to her chest, placing the spout on top of the teacup, leaving a little distance so that the tea could flow down safely. I don't care what the tea is, it's always going to be scattered anyway. Nan Nan tilted the teapot, moving slowly, and the clear tea flowed down, from a large mass, gradually converging into a slender first-class, leaking down along the mouth of the teapot, and making a sharp impact with the bottom of the teacup. Optional

There was more and more tea, but the sound became more and more muffled and quieter. In the end, the tea was almost full, and Nan Nan lifted the teapot a little more and laid it flat in the air. One or two dots of tea dripping from the spout of the pot splashed into the cup, making a "pop" sound, very light, and brittle, and scattered the splash, sprinkled on the surface, rippled, into a gradually expanding circle, towards the wall of the cup, and finally fell silent, and disappeared.

Nan Nan put the teapot back to its original place very quickly, and when the tea was placed on the table, the water, leaves, and flowers were still fluttering restlessly, causing the table to shake because of the shaking of the tea, but it didn't take long for it to turn around and regain its calm.

Nan Nan picked up the cup of tea in her hand, it was all transparent, put her under her nose, and she could smell a fragrant breath, and she couldn't help but feel that the stars lingered in her nose for a long time. The smell instantly cleared Nan's mind, and she raised her other hand, grasped the teacup, and put it to her mouth, but she was not in a hurry to drink it. On the contrary, when I close my eyes, I am more indulged in this fragrance, which can only be fully smelled if I get closer. Otherwise, you won't be able to smell anything. Although its taste is light, as long as you smell it, it is remembered in your mind, left in your heart, unforgettable, and you have to revisit it all the time. It made Nan Nan's body relax, calmed her heart, and lightened her mind and consciousness.

Nan Nan sniffed for a while, and when she felt that it was time to taste it, she put the port of the teacup into her mouth, between the two lip flaps. At this time, Nan Nan slowly opened her eyes, but they were still slightly closed, in a kind of haze. She lifted her hands slowly, and her head leaned back, and it was only a slight click, and the tea, which was almost full, easily got into her mouth. Nan Nan deliberately only took a small sip, and there were still two-thirds of the amount left in the teacup.

The tea is still warm, and the smell is fresh and fragrant, but it suddenly becomes rich. Scattered, spread throughout the mouth, and even if it was not enough at all, it still overflowed into the lungs, filling Nannan's entire body and all the organs. Immediately after that, it spread out again, and it was divided into more and more droplets of individuals, cells, and blood all dissolved into one, perfectly fused into a new flow of life. And the taste of the tea, which is even more different and unforgettable. When you first enter it, there is a burst of bitterness, but it is not the unbearable bitterness, it has a fragrant taste. Although it is difficult for people to accept it, it is not particularly resistant, and after holding it in the mouth for a long time, it can taste some sweetness again. This sweetness

I don't know when it gradually replaced that kind of suffering. But it's not as sweet as honey, which makes people feel tired and tired. The sweetness of this tea seems to be the taste of the stamens of the jasmine flower, which is its own unique flavor. It is indifferent, but it is also full of a pure taste of nature, without mixing with the taste of famous machine processing, which is the most primitive, purest and clearest. In Nan Nan's mind, I can't help but think of a picture of a yellow bee, still standing in the middle of a white jasmine, it is flapping its wings, not flying away, and its two front feet are busy working, collecting the goose-yellow powder of this flower. This picture is quiet, harmonious, and ordinary, just like the sweet taste of this tea. However, the picture then passed in a flash. After the imagination in my mind disappeared, the taste in my mouth changed again, it was sour. It's not an ordinary acid, and there is a kind of astringency in its acid. It is the astringency, tongue and inner wall of the mouth that have eaten an unripe persimmon, and it is covered with it

That's how it feels. It was so astringent that it was numb, so astringent that the whole tongue coating seemed to have a small protrusion one after another. It is also mixed with acid, which is different from lemon in that it is not as irritating as acid, which causes intense discomfort to the taste buds. Its acid is much more astringent in comparison, but it is not so light, just like the old vinegar of Shanxi that has been diluted several times. This sour and astringent are intertwined, but it is like a competitive relationship, only to notice the sour, astringent came out again, only pay attention to the astringent, the sour suddenly invaded again.