I'm ashamed to say that I still don't know her name.

On the night of the century, I received a phone call. I was watching TV with my wife at home.

"Is it Mr. Zhou?"

"I am. Who is it? "

"Editor-in-chief, you don't know me, but I know you."

It's a woman, and her voice is a little low. I like women to be soft, even swishing. But I prefer a woman's voice like a boy.

I hurried to another room.

There are often female readers who call me to make mistakes, and my wife often makes mistakes because female readers have problems with me.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I'd like to treat you to tea."

I smiled, "When?" "

"Tonight, of course."

This woman is very presumptuous, who doesn't be with his wife on the night of the century? I don't even know her, how can I go out for tea with her?

"I'm sorry, I have a family, and today I want to be with my family." I finished word by word, and I wanted to hang up the phone.

"It's so undramatic. I have a home, and my home is thousands of miles away. I'm here for you. "

I didn't know what to say to reject her.

"I'm only taking you ** that long." Her words were astonishing.

I was stunned.

Regarding sex, I think a man said it well: "If I say I'm pure, it's too hypocritical." If I say I'm impure and contrived. Therefore, regarding color, I am silent. "

Therefore, I am also silent about color.

I asked, "Where?" "

"Hanmyoji."

"Why in Hanmyoji?"

"It's quiet. I've been here for half a month and have been living here. "

"What time is it?"

"I'll be waiting for you now."

After turning off the phone, I went back to the living room.

My wife was laughing at some episode on TV. I took the opportunity to say to her: "Mrs. Zhang's phone call, 100,000 is urgent." There was a political problem with a manuscript, and I had to go to the printing house to correct it immediately. "

Mrs. Zhang is the editor-in-chief. The editor-in-chief has to listen to the editor-in-chief, and his wife understands. Political issues are the most terrible, and she understands them. But she was still a little unhappy, and said, "When will I be back?" "

"Soon. Wait for me, baby. "

Hanmiao Temple is in Dajue Mountain, more than ten miles away from the city. There is a very cultural tea house in the temple, Zen tea, and there are also guest rooms. There are usually not many tea customers there, and the fees are expensive.

I went by car.

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When I arrived at Dajue Mountain, it was dark.

Hanmiao Temple was built in Liao Xianyong four years, Ming Xuande three years rebuilt.

The temple sits in the west and faces east, the temple is built according to the mountain, and is composed of the Tianwang Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Amitayus Palace, and the Great Compassion Palace. In front of the temple, the flat domain is fertile, and the scenery is open; Behind the temple, the mountains are stacked, and the forest is lush. There is a clear spring, the spring water is clear and luscious, and it is inexhaustible at all times. The towering ancient trees, covering the sky and the sun, have thousands of postures, including magnolia and ginkgo......

The above are all descriptions of Hanmiaoji that I found on the Internet.

What I see seems to be a little different.

The trees were not shaded, they were all dry. I didn't see where the clear and luscious was.

When I got there, there was a power outage in the temple, and the mountain was dark and mushy with faint red lanterns.

I thought a lot of people would come here for Millennium Eve and set off fireworks. But there are surprisingly few people. I only saw an old monk at the gate of the mountain, and he looked at me with strange eyes.

I never knew what was going on with the temples, but they were all standing in the dark.

I rushed to a tea room called "Pavilion".

It was a private room, and she sat in it alone.

As I imagined, she was really gorgeous, and she was very richly dressed, and she looked like a rich person, and she was extremely rich. I have a natural crush on rich women.

The makeup on her face was heavy. In the faint candlelight, her face was white, her mouth was red, and the dark eyeshadow made her deep eyes even deeper.

"Is it Mr. Zhou?"

"It's me. Hello. "

"Hello. Sit down. "

I sat down obediently.

This room is made of Japanese-style tatami mats.

As an aside--- I hate little Japan. The big knife slashes at the devil's head! Don't let it go if you beg for mercy!

I asked, "What's your name?" "

She said, "Is it necessary to ask?" "

I felt a little weird, as if it had a taste of answering a call.

"You should tell me."

"I'm too lazy to make it up."

At this time, three women in blue *** clothes walked in, their faces were very plain, and their expressions were very plain. They came to perform the tea ceremony. They are not nuns, they are trained waiters.

I've seen the tea ceremony, my cultivation is too shallow, I don't think there is a long history, what is broad and profound, I think it is very cumbersome, I can't hold back my laughter, but I have to hold back, if I laugh out then it will be a big deal.

The person who did not want to make up the name said to the waiter, "Thank you, no need." "

The women were expressionless and walked out one by one. They walked silently.

After a while, another woman in a green *** dress walked in and brought two plates of tea, one was melon seeds and the other was dried fruit.

I love meat. But there was no meat.

The electricity still hasn't come. I don't think it's going to be tonight.

She poured tea and we drank it together.