Liu Siyu left H City, Chujun also went abroad, in early spring, it was warm and cold, there were already buds on the branches, the breeze blew on the cheeks with a hint of warmth, not cold but not warm, Mo Bai sat alone at the table of the roadside teahouse, holding a teacup with a purple sand texture in his hand, and tasted the treasure dew and jade liquid in this cup, and there was a blackened dragon's mouth purple sand pot on the table, which was obviously not short, the spout was still steaming, and there was an empty purple sand teacup on the opposite table of Mo Bai, which seemed to be waiting for this person.

The name of the teahouse is Qingfengsheng, and it is a seven-bowl tea poem made by Shenglu Tong, the tea sub-restaurant: a bowl of throat kiss moist, two bowls of broken loneliness, three bowls of dry intestines, only five thousand volumes of words, four bowls of light sweat, life injustice, all to the pores, five bowls of light muscles and bones, six bowls of fairy, seven bowls can not eat, only feel that the two armpits are used to the breeze!

The so-called Qingfeng is actually the wind flying fairy, although a bit exaggerated, but it vividly portrays the way of drinking tea, the name of the teahouse is not only elegant, but also reveals some domineering, in fact, the teahouse is not very big, counting up to a hall with ten tables and forty chairs, tables and chairs are all mahogany, of course, it is certainly not the kind of high-quality mahogany, but not the same color plus the tables and chairs carved dragons and phoenixes, the overall look has that kind of classical and elegant scholarly atmosphere, there are not many people in the teahouse, A shopkeeper with three juniors, still wearing ancient costumes that can only be seen on TV, is a good way to attract customers' attention.

The teahouse can't help but provide tea and some Cantonese food, what barbecued pork buns, steamed dumplings, tiger skin chicken feet, meat and so on, usually not busy, the busiest time is the meal, the teahouse does not refuse, whether it is a rich businessman or a poor farmer, as long as you come to drink tea, Xiao Er will be courteous to ask what tea to drink and what to eat, of course, the price of different tea is also different, from the cheapest pot of five pieces of tea to the price of tens of thousands of grams of Wuyi Mountain Jiulongyao Da Hong Pao, It can be said that as long as you have money, there is no tea that the teahouse can't get, but like the kind of tea that is worth more than 10,000 yuan per gram, you generally need to book in advance, because such tea needs to be cooked by a professional tea master, otherwise it will be a violent thing.

"Tiger skin chicken feet steamed dumplings and meat have arrived, please use it slowly!" A shoulder with a white rag on his shoulder, the face of the honest and honest Xiao Er shouted at the top of his voice, Mo Bai nodded, poured another cup of tea by himself, and drank it in one sip, he sat in this position where few people sit, one to drink tea is basically a quiet, comfortable and comfortable body and mind and nerves, sitting on the side of the road is too noisy, and the second is generally in distress or beggars will be sent by Xiao Er to sit here, do not disturb the guests can also let them eat a good meal with peace of mind, it can be seen that the owner of the tea house is a particular person.

No one knows what the name of the person is, and no one has mentioned it, even the name on the business license is a woman's name, although he can be eloquent, but he is secretive about his identity, as if he will be killed as soon as he says it, maybe this is not bad, everyone has their own privacy, has their own reluctant to mention the past, this is also a way to protect themselves, but just look at the scar on his forehead with the length of the little thumb, normal people can also guess that this shopkeeper is not simple, fortunately, he usually speaks a' Fucking 'mantra, what' fucking naïve hot, fucking naïve cold, fucking boobs so big, fucking ass really up, fucking fucking swoon...... over time everyone called him Lao Mazi, a feminine and funny nickname.

The old mother lay on the counter today and looked outside from time to time, as far as her eyes could see, that is, the thin figure of the black white back, seemed to be very concerned, but what she cared about was probably only known to him, the hour hand on the wall pointed to nine and the pointer was pressed to twelve, according to this point, there are very few people to drink tea, but the young man outside the door comes back here to drink tea at this time almost every year, and he sits for a day, and there is always the purple sand teacup in front of him, but he has never poured a cup of tea, It seems that every time I come here, I am empty, and the people who are waiting have never arrived, which also makes the old mother and the three little two extremely curious in their hearts, curious about who this young man is waiting for, and curious about when this person will come!

The breeze shook the trees that were not very big on the side of the road, and the sunlight flowed down from the jagged branches, lying straight on the table and the ground, as if in a dream, the jingle bell rang, and the jingle bell was mixed with the sound of wooden sticks poking the ground, Mo Bai slowly raised his head and looked at the jingle bell, in the distance, a girl wearing a linen robe with a sackcloth bag on her waist, and a golden bell and a stick in her hand walked slowly, her eyes were not lustrous like the eyes of a dead fish, From her staggering steps and slightly shaking body, it can be seen that this girl is blind, but the delicate and fair-skinned delicate melon seed face is a beautiful woman no matter how you look at it, although it is not as good as Luo Shen and Liu Siyu, but the kind of tranquility contained in her body is not comparable to Luo Shen and Liu Siyu, even if Luo Shen has been invisible for a while, but this temperament can not catch up with one ten-thousandth of this girl.

The footsteps are gradual, the sound of the bell is gradual, the girl walked to the black white table and took a long breath and sat down naturally, yes, it was very natural, as if she could see that there was no groping action that ordinary blind people should have, so she sat down, and then picked up the cage mouth purple clay pot on the table and poured a glass of water, and drank it when she picked it up, it was still so natural, it was impossible to believe that this girl would be a blind person.

Mo Bai stared at the girl in front of him, his body couldn't help but tremble a little, tears had begun to turn in his eyes at some point, he didn't speak, just looked at this girl quietly, just one glance is ten thousand years.

"Mom, bring me a bowl of Yangchun noodles with more green onions, and half a roast goose, fuck, I'm starving to death!" The girl's crisp voice sounded, gentle and rough, as if this 'fucking' sentence was passed from her to the shopkeeper, so pure, so authentic!

"Oh!" A long, sharp howl came from inside the teahouse, and then he stopped for a while, and then heard the old mother cry and say, "Come, come, come soon......"

The girl drank five cups of tea in a row before stopping the movements in her hands, slumped on the chair like mud and enjoyed the tranquility of this moment, Mo Bai did not make a sound or move, and still looked at the tired girl with tears in her eyes.

About five minutes, the old mother came to the table with a bowl of Yangchun noodles and a plate of roast goose with staggering steps, and immediately put it down, crying: "Little ancestor, you are finally back, you have suffered all these years!" ”

The old mother cried and was about to kneel on the ground, but the newly bent leg was instantly lifted up by the girl with a wooden stick, the girl didn't say anything, beckoned her nose to the front and inhaled the aroma, and then grabbed the roast goose leg in the roast goose plate and ate it in a big gulp, only to eat a mouth full of oil, while eating and said: "Old mother, I think this bite is almost dying, well, it's delicious!" After saying that, the roast goose leg in her hand was only a bone, she threw the bone and grabbed a leg and continued: "I said half a roast goose, you are doing four goose legs every time, you must know that every piece of meat on the goose has a different taste, only eat the whole body or eat half a can understand the fragrance, you look at the goose legs, although the meat on it is crispy, but you can eat one, and then eat the second one is tired of understand?" Although she expressed her unhappiness in her mouth, the movements on her mouth did not stop at all.

At this time, the only two tables of guests in the teahouse came out curiously to see what was sacred, which made the old mother who had not lost her temper for many years so excited, but the result was always disappointing, a beautiful girl, a blind beautiful girl.

Sigh, this is the sound of the girl sucking the spring noodles, as if eating the most delicious thing in the world, the girl will eat all the noodles and drink all the soup, only a roast goose leg on the plate is shining, the girl burped and leaned on the chair, touched the bulging abdomen with both hands and said with a satisfied face: "It's so comfortable, I haven't eaten so full for a long time!" ”

"Little Ancestor, what about the roast goose leg left?" The old mother said slowly, her eyes full of the kind love of the elders for the younger generations.

"Alas! Don't eat it, leave it to the little beggar! As she spoke, the girl turned her head to look at the sky, as if she could see!

"This ......" The old mother was about to speak, but was stopped by Mo Bai raising her hand, and the old mother had no choice but to sigh and not speak again.

The girl didn't care about the old mother's strange appearance, and after resting for a while, she sat up straight, reached out and took out a tightly sealed cloth bag from the sack and handed it to the old mother and said: "What the little beggar said is true, it turns out that the best and most fragrant tea in the world is really in that place, like a fairyland, but it's a pity that I can't see it, otherwise I really have to look for it and there is no panacea to cure my eyes, alas! This is fairy tea, smell the tongue and relish, lick a sweet one, extremely precious, there are a few old monks to stop it when picking, but I have beaten down, you have to take good care of it, and when the little beggar comes, I will give it to him, and cook it for him personally! ”

The tears swirling in Mo Bai's eyes finally couldn't help but flow, his body trembled and slowly stood up, reaching out to touch the girl's face, the girl's body trembled slightly but did not open this thin hand, only to hear Mo Bai's voice hoarse said: "Little female Bodhisattva, the little beggar is back!" ”

The girl's body shook, and red tears were left in her eyes, which were a mixture of blood and tears......

Once upon a time, a little girl with an umbrella saw a little boy who was scarred and dying by the river, and she used her strength to nurture the little boy step by step to drag the little boy back to the house, and told the young old mother to heal the injured little boy, and the little boy called her from then on. The little girl Bodhisattva', and the girl called him the little beggar, just because the little boy is always so dirty, she doesn't know the origin of the little boy, but this does not affect her relationship with him in the slightest, the little boy is well-informed, seems to have been to many places, has seen a lot of strange things, he said to the little girl one by one, until one day, suddenly the little girl is blind and can't see, this is a family inherited incurable disease, but the loss of eyes also gained an extraordinary skill, no one knows what the girl has gained, she only told the little boy, the little boy still tells the little girl every day about strange things, the little girl loves to drink teaThe little boy said that he would take her to Shangri-La to drink fairy tea, the little girl wanted to eat ice, the little boy said that he wanted to take her to Antarctica to eat the purest 10,000-year-old ice, the little girl said that he wanted stars, and the little boy said that he would take off the moon and give it to the little girl as a gift......

One day, the little boy suddenly came and told the little girl that he was leaving, that he was going to a place to find a miracle medicine to heal the little girl's eyes, and when he would find it and when he would come back, the little boy was gone, and the little boy was only ten years old that year, and the little girl was eleven years old, and the next year the little girl was also gone......

The little boy came back, but the little girl still didn't come back, so the little boy waited in front of the little girl's teahouse, and waited day and night at the beginning, then once a month, and then developed into an annual visit, and then it didn't change......