"San'er."

I wiped my mouth and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Like a sculpture, he stared out the door with empty eyes: "I don't know."

When I heard this, I was even more worried: "You are a connoisseur, don't you know."

"The tea is imported from the old merchants, and the water is also the spring water I went to the mountains to fetch, and everything is the same as usual."

I tugged at my hair and smacked my mouth, "No, we'll have to figure out a way."

"I won't hide it from you, Uncle Ya's state is not good, if he comes back and sees the signboard smashed......

I have foreseen the future, and I can't say the rest of the words.

San'er slammed the towel on his shoulder on the table: "Haunted! !"

It can be seen that he has no idea now.

I hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Close the door."

"Huh?"

He looked up in disbelief: "Is it closed?"

"Well, it's closed."

"If you can't solve the problem, stopping the loss in time is the best choice."

"No." San'er shook his head very decisively: "You don't know what this teahouse means to Uncle Ya, you can't just close the door!"

I took out a piece of red paper from the counter and responded, "You're wrong, I just know what it means to him, so that's all I can do."

He stared at me in astonishment for a long time, and finally stopped arguing, turned around and silently entered the back hall.

A striking piece of red paper was pasted on the door of the teahouse, with a few large letters written on it: Temporarily closed.

The old neighbors in the past looked sideways, and I could only turn a blind eye.

The door is still open, but the wooden gate on the window is no longer removed.

This is a kind of code for businessmen - only close, not close.

At dinner in the evening, only the two of us were left at the table that should have been lively and lively.

The steaming rice was stuffed into my mouth, and I couldn't help but frown at this bite.

"San'er, the rice stinks?"

He tasted the letter suspiciously, and immediately stood up as if he had been immobilized by a spell, and slammed the table with both hands.

Meals and chopsticks fluttered together, and the house clanked.

"There's a problem in the teahouse, and it's not good to cook!"

……

He jumped on the spot and scolded his mother as if he had lost his mind.

I didn't say anything, silently turned around and took out the broom, cleaning up the mess little by little.

San'er turned around, carried a bag of rice from the house, and threw it heavily on the table.

"See for yourself, this is my new rice!"

He talked a lot about it, but I just focused on sweeping the debris on the ground and didn't respond.

Whether it is the teahouse or cooking, he does it himself, and he is more uncomfortable than anyone else when it comes to this point.

If you should go crazy, you should go crazy, you can't drive good people crazy, right?

When he scolded enough, he sat on the soup, and it didn't matter whether it was dirty or not, he opened his voice and cried.

The dim tungsten light bulb shone a hazy yellow, making the already deserted room even more lonely.

I put the tissue in his hand and turned to the door.

Seeing that autumn is coming, the continuous rain falls on people unhurriedly, and the sticky chirping is annoying.

But the cold wind passed through my body, and I suddenly woke up a little more.

Although I have confirmed with the doctor and seen the surveillance with my own eyes, from the facts I have, it can only be explained by coincidence or bad luck.

But the tea that tastes inexplicably becomes rancid for no reason, how can this be explained?

It can't be that San'er wants to smash his own job, right?

Facing the cold wind of early autumn, I once again thought of those fortune tellers.

When people are cornered, they can only put their lives in the hands of the gods.

"I'm sorry."

San'er stood behind me at some point, bowed his head and muttered, "I'm really out of line."

I smiled, "Don't say anything, go to sleep."

"There is only one meaning for the problem."

San'er looked at me stunned: "What?"

"Resolved." I patted him on the shoulder, "Problems are meant to be solved, I should have thought of a solution."

When he heard this, he immediately smiled, "That's great!"

I looked at the clock on the wall and whispered, "Take a break, I'll take you somewhere later."