Meng Keli drove the car, carrying Shao Hongwei, who was full of worries, turned left and right, and came to a small street near the city center.

Not far from Huaihua Hutong, after passing an automatic lifting railing, the car stopped in front of a door with "Yunlai Teahouse" hanging on it.

The parking lot is not large, closed by half of Huaihua Hutong, which can park about a dozen cars, and it seems that it is specially designed for this teahouse.

In the depths of the alley, there is a small courtyard, the size of a basketball court. In the courtyard stands a small three-story building, which is hidden in the surrounding scenery.

The entrance of the courtyard, the quaint gatehouse, has the charm of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

In front of the door, a row of low wooden fences is full of flowers and plants. Although in mid-autumn, the vegetation is still lush. It is obviously the result of the teahouse owner's skill in serving.

The courtyard is surrounded by high-rise buildings, which is a very rare place to take a quiet place in the middle of the noisy land in Shangyang, where the land is expensive.

Shao Hongwei didn't know that there was such a quiet place in the center of Shangyang.

From the point of view of economic value, opening a teahouse here is simply a tyrannical thing.

I don't know how much a pot of tea here will charge. Even if it is full every day, I am afraid that I will not be able to recover even a fraction of the rent of the house.

Shao Hongwei touched his phone. There are more than 3,000 yuan returned by Xiaoying, and I have a little bottom in my heart.

The first time Meng Keli was invited to tea, he was ready to have some blood.

With his understanding of Meng Keli, he is not the kind of vain girl who slaughters him.

Shao Hongwei followed Meng Keli with confidence, pushed open the gate of the antique courtyard, and entered inside.

In the courtyard, there is a Jiangnan garden layout.

Small bridges and flowing water, surrounded by green bamboo forests. At first glance, I thought it was to the water town of Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Walking along the cobblestone stone path and through the bamboo-shaded porch, Meng Keli led him into the foyer.

It's very quiet inside, and there is no such thing as a full table as expected.

The decoration is just like the style of Suzhou garden, with pavilions and pavilions, white walls, mahogany carved furniture, ink and blue calligraphy and paintings, just right embellishment, highlighting the artistic taste of the owner of the teahouse.

Matching this decoration is the faint fragrance that lingers in the room.

There is not only the fragrance of tea, but also the indescribable fragrance.

Close to the front window, it's a warm pavilion. The veils around are hanging lightly, and a graceful woman with long hair fluttering and a costume is plucking the guzheng inside. The melodious sound of the piano echoed softly in the room.

"Please, two of you."

Facing him was a young tea servant dressed in a blue floral Suzhou embroidered shirt, wide-legged pants of the same color, a typical Jiangnan lady makeup, and a slim young tea servant.

She bowed deeply to the two of them, and without asking if there was a reservation, she got up and led them upstairs.

The tea servant is in his twenties, about 1.6 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned, with a slight light face and snow-white skin, and he doesn't seem to be a woman from the north.

In an elegantly decorated environment, walking and graceful is a scenery in itself.

Shao Hongwei and Meng Keli followed behind the tea servant, went up to the second floor, and walked until they stopped in front of a private room with a "Qingya" door sign at the end of the corridor.

Miss Tea Servant stretched out her hand to push open the door, turned around and smiled at the two of them: "Please inside." ”

The house is a suite inside and out.

The outer room is not big, fifteen or sixteen square meters, and the layout is extremely simple and elegant.

There are two pairs of mahogany chairs around the mahogany tea table. The chairs are covered with cushions with a group pattern of Suzhou embroidery.

On the two flower stands by the window, each has a pot of delicate bonsai flowers.

On the right against the wall is a mahogany bookshelf filled with thread-bound ancient books.

On the coffee table, a wisp of incense is slowly rising and spreading into the air.

Shao Hongwei smelled it, it was not strong or light, it was like a flower and a tea, it was very pleasant. It was determined that it was a very expensive agarwood.

On the left-hand side, a wall full of Bogu shelves is lined with exquisite porcelain tea sets, separating the inside and outside of the room. Behind is frosted glass, on which hangs a hazy pale cyan veil.

The other room was covered by a veil, and it was impossible to see inside. Shao Hongwei guessed that it was another place to drink tea.

Meng Keli smiled at Miss Tea Servant and said, "You go and get busy, we'll take care of ourselves here." ”

The tea maid smiled deeply, did not squint, and without looking at Shao Hongwei, she respectfully closed the door and went.

Meng Keli sat on the chair of the main seat and asked Shao Hongwei:

"Brother Hongwei, what kind of tea do you drink?"

Shao Hongwei glanced at the tea table. See that there are Longjing, Tieguanyin, Zhengshan Xiaozhong, Dahongpao, Pu'er, chrysanthemum, etc., almost everything.

But I didn't see the price card, and I didn't know the price of tea.

He thought about it for a while, felt that the noon food was a little greasy, and said:

"Pu'er and Da Hong Pao are fine, what do you like to drink?"

Meng Keli picked up a box of big red robes and said: "The tea proverb says: Drink flowers in spring, drink green in summer, drink green in autumn, and drink red in winter." Drinking green tea in autumn is the most healthy. Let's drink the big red robe. ”

Shao Hongwei saw that Meng Keli was familiar with the road here, and the tea servant was also very familiar with her, and even respectful, so he said:

"Klee, it seems that you know tea very well! Coming here often? ”

Meng Keli asked, tilted her head playfully, and the two dimples shook in front of Shao Hongwei's eyes, and said:

"I'm not telling you."

Shao Hongwei smiled slightly, he was used to Meng Keli's naughtiness.

Moreover, her face with two dimples became naughty and more cute.

Sometimes, he really wanted to take her in his arms and rub her pretty face vigorously.

Taking advantage of Meng Keli's efforts to clean her hands, boil water, wash cups, and make tea, Shao Hongwei looked around at the surrounding furnishings, and finally paced to a stop in front of the bookshelf.

The thread-bound book on it caught his eye.

"Notes and Notes", "New Words of Cutting Lanterns", "Rong Zhai Essays" and so on.

Shao Hongwei took out a volume from "Rong Zhai's Essays" and flipped through it.

Seeing the inside page, Shao Hongwei was taken aback.

Originally, I thought that these ancient books were used to decorate the environment, and at most they were printed, but I didn't want them to be genuine.

Looking at the yellowed pages and the slightly rough rice paper, I turned to the end and took a look, and found that it was a publication from the Republic of China in the last century.

Shao Hongwei likes to read and loves ancient literature.

He is no stranger to ancient books.

Shao Hongwei looked at it and was immersed in it for a while.

Meng Keli finished making tea, and when she saw that he was still standing there looking at the book intently, she asked:

"Like thread-bound books?"

Shao Hongwei raised his head and closed the book reluctantly: "Don't forget that I am from the Chinese department. ”

Meng Keli pouted and said, "It's useless to be a scholar." The Chinese department is a panacea, and nothing can be done. ”

Shao Hongwei smiled: "If the Chinese can't even speak Chinese well, and the wealth left by the ancestors for more than 2,000 years cannot be inherited well, then what kind of students are they called?" ”

Meng Keli lowered her head to share the tea and did not continue to quarrel with him.

Shao Hongwei saw that she had finished making tea, so he walked to the tea table with the book "Rong Zhai Essays" and prepared to sit on the chair opposite.

Meng Keli had already gotten up, grabbed his arm, held him in his arms, and dragged him back to his seat.

The chair in the main seat is relatively large, a bit like an ancient couch, enough to accommodate two people.

Still, it's a bit crowded.

Actually, Meng Keli still had space over there, but she was clinging to that arm, almost glued to Shao Hongwei.

His arms were tightly wrapped around his warm chest, and he fell into tenderness again.

He didn't make an attempt to pull back, knowing it would be futile. But with a book in the other hand, I was a little overwhelmed.

Meng Keli felt that the book was so uninteresting, or Shao Hongwei used it to cover up, reached out and grabbed it, and was about to throw it aside.

"Hey, don't throw it away, this book is very expensive. If it breaks, the boss will have to make us pay for it. ”

As she spoke, Shao Hongwei took the book back from her hand and carefully placed it on the mahogany chair on the side.

Meng Keli pouted and said: "Hmph, compensation, no one dares to let me pay." ”

Shao Hongwei asked, "Just because you are a journalist, do you have immunity?" ”

"Don't talk about these books, it's this teahouse......" Meng Keli blurted out halfway and stopped abruptly.

Shao Hongwei felt that something was wrong, so he asked, "Well, what do the books and teahouses here have to do with you?" ”

Meng Keli's face froze, pursed her lips, and changed her words:

"The owner here is my friend, and he won't let me pay for it. If you read any books, take them. I just said hello to my boss afterwards. ”

Shao Hongwei was surprised: "Keli, do you know how much this set of thread-bound books of the Republic of China cost?" If you don't say anything, it will cost tens of thousands. If it's a lone book, hundreds of thousands or millions can't buy it. ”

"The owner of the house is displayed here, and it is already a very generous move to allow the guests who come here to see it. You say hello and take it, that's too much, isn't it? ”

Meng Keli raised her head, swayed two dimples, looked at Shao Hongwei with a smile and said, "What's the matter, don't believe I have this strength?" ”

Shao Hongwei pointed to the book on the chair and said, "You know what? This Republic of China version of "Rong Zhai Essays", this is the first time I have seen it, this set of books is not simple! ”

Meng Keli let go of his arm, poured him a cup of tea, raised it and handed it to his hand, and asked casually:

"What's not easy?"

Shao Hongwei took a sip and tasted it: "Good tea, the best big red robe." ”

Meng Keli said insiderly: "This is a selection from the old trees of Wuyi Mountain, and it used to be a tribute, and the annual output is very small. ”

Shao Hongwei: "No wonder it tastes so mellow." ”

Turning his attention back to the book, he said:

"This "Rong Zhai Essays" is written by Hongmai in the Southern Song Dynasty, and it is known as the three major notes of the Song Dynasty together with "Mengxi Writings" and "Records of Sleepy Learning".

"Moreover, it is one of the books that the elderly like to read in their lives. Back then, whether it was going out to Beijing to inspect or sending good friends, there was this "Rong Zhai Essay". Until the day before the old man died, he asked someone else to read to him for more than 30 minutes. It was the last book the old man read in his life. ”

Shao Hongwei said like a treasure.

Meng Keli tilted her head, held her cheeks in her hands, and looked at his eyebrows obsessively.

When he finished speaking, she reached out and took his arm in her arms again, tightened her breasts tightly, and said with admiration: "Grandeur, I especially like to listen to you, your voice is so beautiful." ”

And when you talk about books, it's even more consistent. I was also in college, so I seemed to have just eaten. Why do you know so much? ”

Women like men, often starting with worship.

Meng Keli obviously liked Shao Hongwei and began to worship it again.

This filled her heart with sweetness.

Shao Hongwei couldn't help but say with some pride: "I have loved reading since I was a child, and I have to read almost all the books I can find." ”

"My other ideal is to be a scholar, and if I can't become a big official in the future, I will do academics."

As he spoke, he drank the tea in his hand and put down the teacup.

Meng Keli thoughtfully, let go of his arm, poured him tea, and poured one herself.

She held up Shao Hongwei's lamp and handed it to him, and she also raised the tea cup herself, and said closely:

"Come, let's have a drink together."

Shao Hongwei took the teacup and was about to send it to his mouth.

"Well, that's not the case."

Meng Keli shook her slightly wavy hair, and stopped Shao Hongwei's hand with one hand.

"How's that?"

Shao Hongwei looked at the pretty face close at hand and asked softly.