When Su Dongpo was an official in Hangzhou, he often tasted tea and poetry with Master Debater at the foot of Shifeng Mountain, and tasted the West Lake Longjing tea on the table between the three of us. In the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, this tea was named imperial tea. For thousands of years, Longjing tea has always been bred in the soil of Hangzhou, a beautiful place, and it will inevitably be contaminated with the elegance of some literati and artists.

Tea tasting, I'm not an expert, not even a beginner, just like my understanding of antiques.

But I really like this kind of cozy, comfortable, and relaxed atmosphere.

This kind of "stealing half a day's leisure" is like the beautiful scenery of the West Lake not far from the wall, it is there, but it is blocked by a high wall. I want to have it all the time, and sometimes it's really just a luxury.

Listen to Yiyi's charming voice telling the interesting stories that happened at school in the days after I left. I picked up the teacup in front of me and drank it down, also to feel this world-famous tea.

Now I am accompanied by beautiful women, beautiful tea, beautiful scenery; The only thing that is a little bad is that there is a big fat man who is more than 200 pounds and crunching in a rocking chair.

"Xiao Su, tea is such a pleasant object, you can't drink it dry in one gulp. It should be divided into three sips, even if the smallest tea cup is drunk in one gulp, it will become a "cow drink". ”

The fat man saw me drain the tea from the teacup in his hand and bounced off the rocking chair lightly. Hold the teacup in front of him and demonstrate it to me.

"You see, this first sip of tea: taste the sweetness of the tea juice with the tip of your tongue."

As he spoke, he took a small bite.

"Second sip of tea: taste the astringency of the tea juice with your tongue."

After his expression was reminisced, he took a second bite.

"The third sip of tea: taste the bitterness of the tea juice with the root of the tongue, and it will taste a little sweet in the aftertaste."

After taking the third sip of tea, he slightly closed his small eyes, which were not obvious above his fat face. I do a state of enjoyment.

I was very interested in his demonstration, which may be my fate with the fat man. Because sometimes we have the same hobbies or interests, which is probably the so-called like-mindedness, or the principle of people being grouped.

After he opened his eyes, he continued to explain to me the realm of tea tasting.

The word "taste" of tea has three "mouths", which means that it is divided into three sips to drink a cup. One sip is for tasting, two sips for drinking, and three sips for tasting.

That is: one looks at its color, two smells its fragrance, and three tastes its taste. "Three mouthfuls to know the taste, three times to move. Combined with the distribution of human taste buds, we can experience the taste in tea. ”

I was a little stunned when I heard his remarks, but I didn't expect there to be so many things to say about tea tasting. It is no wonder that throughout the ages, countless literati and artists have loved such a high-level thing as the tea ceremony, because this slow and methodical process of tasting and enjoying can completely inspire their creations. It's like drinking.

"Su Mo, don't listen to my senior brother fooling you, this is you here, he is deliberately showing off his elegance. In the past, when he was at home, he didn't care about anything when he drank cows. ”

Yiyi saw that I was stunned by the fat man's words, and I was ready to learn his posture to make three sips of tea, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I uncovered the fat man's old bottom at the beginning, and stopped my "ignorance" in time.

At that time, the three of us never imagined that in our future days, such a comfortable life attitude without too much ideological baggage as we are now would become difficult to find.

Even with such free time, we can never be in the same state of mind as we were at that moment.

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Early the next morning, I left the residence of Fat Man and Yiyi and boarded a plane to Shenyang.

In the meantime, the fat man offered to go back with me, but he refused behind my back. I feel that there are some things that I can only face alone, and it is a kind of heart knot that is difficult to describe.

I agreed with the fat man that as soon as Aunt Ming's call arrived, we would set foot on a trip to Beijing.

Before these things are answered, I would like to go back to the old house where I have lived for more than ten years.

A small black house, two men, a familiar courtyard...... These things that haunt my memory and cannot be erased should be seen again before I know what they mean to me.

According to my analysis and that of the fat man, my father's suicide may have been a sacrifice to protect me, or a sacrifice for the next action of our Su family, so I think that maybe he will leave something in the old mansion where we lived together before he commits suicide.

It's a hope, and it's the idea that gave me the idea of going back.

After several tosses, I finally returned to the small ravine where I had lived for more than ten years.

After a few years away, the environment here has hardly changed much.

I took the key I had hidden from the crack in the brick, and the moment I opened the door, I took a deep breath and spit it out. This is a way to ease my depressed mood.

The scene inside the house was the same as when I left, the old stove was covered with dust, the cupboard was in the corner opposite the door, and the dishes and chopsticks inside were the same as the last time my father had cleaned up.

In the bedroom with the door open, there was a fire kang large enough to sleep five people, and because it had not been baked for several years, the floor above was surprisingly cool, as if it were touched on a corpse that had been cooled through.

The simple furniture, a few old household appliances, are all placed in their proper place.

I sat on the edge of the kang in the room, just like I had lived here a few years ago, and I quietly looked at everything in the room.

Everything, including the dust in the house, was familiar to me, except for the absence of people I knew well.

It's like a world away.

I suddenly felt a little nostalgic for the days when I was accompanied by a small dark room, although I still don't like the feeling of dark loneliness, but after all, there were two middle-aged men I was familiar with outside the crack in the door. Now the two of them, one is still mysterious, but the other has long been separated from me forever......

The firewood in the courtyard was neatly placed in the southwest corner after I left, as if waiting for me to come back again so that I could play their role, and I thought that my father's death might also be like these firewood, playing his own role, but I don't know the embodiment of these functions yet.

A full pot of water boiled, and the feeling of being like a corpse gradually dissipated, and the cool air that floated up in connection with hell was completely suppressed by the self-action of these firewood, and some were only warm. It's just like the warmth hidden by my father in the past, but I didn't realize the rebellion at that time.

With this warm feeling, I gradually fell asleep.

Although I am now accompanied by Yiyi and the fat man, as well as the protection of Aunt Ming and the mysterious second uncle, I still feel a little lonely, these loneliness is from the mystery that cannot be solved by special emotions, and has nothing to do with family, friendship and love.

I just fell asleep like this, and I haven't slept like this for a long time. Probably because the feeling of this warm kang is the same as the familiarity given to me when my father was alive, and it makes me feel steady.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by a loud bang in the yard!

The old clock in the house pointed to 0:15, and I slept groggily for six hours.

I don't know what the loud bang was, but judging from the place where it came from, it was in the direction of the little dark room with which I knew so well.

I got up and fumbled in the dark to put on my shoes, because after a few years of inhabitation, the electric lights had long been cut off by the town's electricity bureau.

Fortunately, the moon and stars in the courtyard reflected the familiar silhouette of the courtyard.

By the light of the moon, I found that the iron door of the little dark room that had been "imprisoned" to me had actually opened, and the thick iron chains were scattered on the ground.

The inside and the outside are two colors.

The reason for this can only be that the ground in the small black room has collapsed, revealing the cause of the dark hole.

As I expected, there was a collapse, and the rumbling sound that woke me up was caused by the collapse of the ground.

In the light of the lighter, I saw a downward staircase appear at the point where the ground had collapsed, leading into the depths of the unknown, with no end in sight.

I don't know about this old mansion where I have lived for more than ten years, and this little dark house where I have stayed countless times, there is such an unknown place underground, and I don't know if my father knows about it now.

The neighbors did not wake up to this rumbling sound at all, on the one hand, because it was far away, and on the other hand, there were not many residents in this mountain village. Even if they weren't so far away, they wouldn't have heard with their hearing.

The appearance of this underground staircase leading to an unknown place did not scare me too much, and I followed the steps towards the inside.

Due to the long-term lighting of the lighter, the temperature of the lighter head made me a little unbearable, so I turned it off and on intermittently.

Whenever I turn off the lighter, the darkness around me completely envelops me, and this pitch black is not the kind of pitch that you can adapt to when you close your eyes, but the kind of darkness in the pure sense, the kind of darkness that you can't really see when you reach out and your fingers.

While waiting for the heat of the lighter to dissipate, I had to touch the wall where I remembered the lighter and move forward.

The length of this underground body was completely beyond my imagination, and I kept this position and moved forward for hundreds of meters without reaching the end.

When the lighter was turned on again, the passage in front of him was blocked by a wall, and a bend appeared that extended to the right.

In the light of the lighter, I was many times faster than when I was touching the wall in the dark, and I wanted to be able to get to that bend before the lighter switch off the next time.

But when I reached the bend, it was also when the heater of the lighter reached the limit of what I could bear. Instead of darkness enveloping me, a stone cave appeared about ten meters away around the corner, and the faint light of a candle came out of the cave!