The weather is so hot, coupled with Lang Jun's hot couplet, it is like eating ginger, and he is getting more and more dry.

I had to show an attitude and said seriously: "Master, this nearby tea dock is entrusted to you to take care of?" ”

Kukai was like a mirror in his heart, and cooperated: "Yes." On weekdays, after discussing the mantra with my teacher, I picked up flowers and plants, and gained my ordinary heart. I thought that when I returned to China, I could bring a little experience in planting tea, so I took this job. ”

I said seriously, "Can you lead us to take a closer look?" ”

The remaining [Leng Fangrui] in the empty sea lamp, "It's not that it can't, it's just one piece, you have to order a bowl of high-quality [last tea] before you can enter this tea dock." ”

I am ecstatic in my heart, as a senior tea maker in my previous life, my [Daguan Tea Theory] is not learning to be a decoration! But he still squeezed out a subtle appearance, "Then I have to be ugly!" ”

Shang Lang pulled at the placket of my clothes: "I haven't even eaten the last tea you ordered!" ”

I also grabbed the hem of his clothes: "Are you not convinced? Then you still want me to eat your tea! ”

Shang Lang was speechless.

There were no grains left in the Jiang rice rolls, and the bamboo tube of [Leng Fangrui] was also dry, and of course, half of it went into Master Wuxi's tripe! I put the white mat and the dishes and chopsticks together, put them into the basket and food box, and took them to the carriage to put them properly. Lang Jun saw that he was tired and ruthless, so he simply allowed him to take a nap.

Kukai led Lang Jun and me towards the meditation room where he meditated every day, and after walking less than a hundred steps, he met his master [Hui Guo Asheri]. Everywhere his gaze went, it fluttered as lightly as a weak willow supporting the wind, paused on me, glanced at Kukai, and sighed lightly: "The past life has been lost, and the future day will not be obtained, and the present may be expected." ”

Before he could return the salute, he dropped the verse and left (Gao Leng).

Kukai frowned, and it was as usual.

Shang Lang was suspicious, after all, he had watched the first-class "Continuation of the Mysterious Monster Record", and he believed in reincarnation and supernatural possession. Fu Du said in his heart: In the West Market before, he talked about [Zhuang Zhou's wife]; Moreover, it is the knowledge of the Fanbang language, which can be compared with the pawns of Honglu Temple; Now it's about the past life, the coming day. Could it be a soul from another world?

I didn't pay attention to Lang Jun's expression, and I was playing with the opportunity in this verse. It wasn't until the cherry blossom petals brushed my eyelashes that I came back to my senses, and Kukai had stopped in front of a pavilion where bamboo and willow flowers were sleeping.

Seeing that he left the door open, we followed inside, and the interior was furnished like a tea ceremony classroom in a university. I naturally knelt on the couch, and Lang Jun saw that my posture was so precise and skillful, I was afraid that the emcee who had just been appointed by Honglu Temple could not keep up with my style. All kinds of abnormalities were put together in one place, his eyes darkened, and a river twisted out of his eyebrows, which I instantly understood.

I knew in my heart, he thought I was weird! The throat and eyes suddenly seem to be blocked, is this called grievance? I immediately comforted myself that I had a serious aunt to rely on, and I was engaged early, even if I couldn't get married, I would always support me for ten or eight years, and I had skills to rely on, so I didn't have to worry about having no way back.

Under the planning, his confidence was a little harder, and he ignored the inexplicable loss in his heart - he doubted me after all!

During this time, Kukai has become busier than we are! He grabbed the fork pole to prop up the hinges on the window lattice, and sat in a north-facing south-facing arrangement, which did not penetrate the light under the poisonous sun, but pasted a lot of coolness.

Outside the window, he skillfully grabbed a hollowed-out bamboo tube from the stoneware open bottle next to the tea bed, which was a foot and a half long, and put it straight on a mechanism for storing water on the car, and then moved out a special bucket, the hole in the lid of the bucket matched the caliber of the bamboo tube, and after a while he heard the sound of water flowing.

The iron kettle and the black mud stack of the wind stove came in, and the opened lacquer [庋纋] and the one-piece [boxwood tea tray] have been taken out. On display are one-color black porcelain jars, bamboo whisks and bamboo spoons.

Before he was idle, Kukai's ears moved, and he recognized that the bucket was about to overflow, and put the bamboo tube back in place. He put a bamboo spoon carved with a summer cicada pattern in my hand, and unceremoniously motioned for me to give up my seat, so he drove me to his place.

I waited for the acquaintance, first put the bamboo spoon on the [boxwood tea tray], took the fire fold and lit the charcoal, and then went to Kukai to help me find some locust branches, and he immediately walked out.

Lang Jun looked at me in the air, "There is ready-made charcoal, what do you want acacia wood for?" ”

I sneered: "The leaves of the locust tree can be used as [cold tao], and the flowers that bloom are called locust rice, which is a traditional Chinese medicine, which has the effect of breaking blood stasis and reducing swelling, which is conducive to divergence, and neutralizes the coldness of the last tea, which is no better!" The most rare thing is that it is born with a breath of spring, as mellow as honey, like a sweet flower. The smoke from its branches will enhance the water quality, giving the tea a melodious and warm aroma. ”