As soon as Tan Xing'er's shout fell, the old man had already walked out of the back room. He held a bronze teacup in his hand, the base of which was a spirit turtle with its head held high, and the lid of the teacup was a large snake circling and entwining. This teacup must have been an antiquity from many years ago, and the bronze perimeter had been rubbed and shining.

"Who is in pain that wants to jump into the river?" the old man walked up to Wei Siyang and asked with a smile.

Wei Siyang pointed to his nose, "It's me, but I don't know if there's a river here for me to jump." ”

"Don't talk about jumping into the river," said the old man, "even if you jump into the sea, you won't be able to relieve the slightest pain." He pointed to the wicker chair in front of him, "Young man, sit here." ”

Seeing Wei Siyang sit down in the rattan chair, the old man turned back to Tan Xing'er and said, "You go and make him a cup of Zen incense, Xing'er." ”

Myolie Tan agreed, turned around and went to make tea. The old man smiled and said to Wei Siyang, "Young man, give me your hand." Wei Siyang spread out his palm and handed it to the old man, who held the tea cup with a solemn face and gently stroked it on the spirit turtle at the bottom of the cup with his hand.

Under his caressing, the spirit turtle seemed to be alive, the bronze color slowly turned into a rich blue-purple, and then the big snake on the top of the lamp slowly opened its mouth, and a crystal clear water droplet suddenly rolled down from the snake's mouth and dripped on Wei Siyang's palm.

The drops of water were as cool as spring dew in March, and they touched Wei Siyang's palm, and the coolness had penetrated from the palm to the heart. Wei Siyang couldn't help but let out a "huh".

The old man stretched out his index finger, dipped the water droplet, and slowly rubbed it in Wei Siyang's palm. Wei Siyang felt that where the old man's fingers had rubbed, the stinging pain that was originally like fire began to gradually dissipate, just like the ice of the wax moon met the scorching sun, and finally slowly disappeared and melted.

This is a very wonderful feeling, Wei Siyang looked at the old man in front of him in a daze, and asked strangely, "Old man, what kind of medicine is this?

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The old man smiled slightly, "This is not medicine, it is dew, the dew of the ephemeral." The old man looked up at the flower garden outside the teahouse, and said slowly: "This is the dew that the apricots pick from the flowers and leaves every morning, before the sun shines on those epiphany, a hundred dews, put them in my turtle and snake teacup, and slowly condense into one." ”

"So," the old man said, raising his finger, standing up, and smiling, "it is the epiphany that hurts you, and it is the epiphany that saves you, and you don't have to hold a grudge against them." ”

Wei Siyang also smiled, he shook his right hand vigorously, the bone-chilling pain had magically disappeared, and even the spots on his palm did not leave a trace.

Myolie Tan has been standing silently beside him, holding a cup of brewed fragrant tea in her hand. Seeing Wei Siyang standing up, he asked softly, "Are you okay?"

"Alright, all right!" Wei Siyang stretched out his hand to Tan Xing'er to see, "I didn't even leave a mark, thank you for the dew." ”

Tan Xing'er smiled, "But don't forget, I also planted the epiphany that hurt you, so you don't have to hold a grudge against the epiphany, and you don't have to thank me." She handed the teacup in her hand to Wei Siyang, "You better have a cup of tea!"

In the teacup carved from wood, there are a few green and yellow leaves floating on the pale blue tea water. Wei Siyang tasted it, and a sweet fragrance went straight from the tip of his tongue to his heart and lungs.

"It smells so good. Wei Siyang praised from the bottom of his heart: "I have never drunk such fragrant tea." ”

The old man suddenly turned his head and looked Wei Siyang up and down, and then he asked in a deep voice, "Young man, is your surname Wei?"

Wei Siyang was stunned, and before he could answer, Tan Xing'er had already rushed to say: "Yes, his surname is Wei, how do you know, grandpa?"

The old man smiled and reached out to touch Tan Xing'er's long hair. "I didn't ask you why you were in a hurry. ”

Tan Xing'er's face turned red, and she pouted and said, "I'm not in a hurry!" I'm just curious about how grandpa knows his surname is Wei. ”

The old man looked at Wei Siyang, and then looked back at Tan Xing'er, the expression in his eyes was complicated and heavy. He was muttering, "That's right, the surname is right." It's you, finally seeing you. ”

Wei Siyang and Tan Xing'er were confused, and they didn't know what the old man was talking about. The old man reached out and patted Wei Siyang's shoulder, and said kindly, "Don't worry, take your time, you will know." ”

Wei Siyang was stunned. An inexplicable morning, a beautiful maiden, a piercing epiphany, a strange old man...... It's all so unreal, it's absurd, it's like a dream. Suddenly, the mobile phone in Wei Siyang's pocket rang suddenly, interrupting his chaotic thoughts.

Wei Siyang raised his head and just saw Tan Xing'er staring at him, those gentle eyes were so pretty, affectionate like a leaf of maple red in the autumn water.