The lights are raised in the water of the night river, and the singing and dancing are all red dust. On the banks of the Jialing River, the warblers sing and dance, and the flower boats are full of red dust women soliciting passers-by. Feng Wudao didn't drink today, he held a string of sugar gourds bought from the old man on the street in his hand, and after eating one, his teeth were sour, but he was reluctant to throw it away, so he finally swallowed one and ate another bite.

Looking at the painful look on Feng Wudao's face, Yu Wenyong threw the sugar gourd in his hand into the river and clapped his hands.

Feng Wudao saw it in his eyes, didn't speak, ate another one, and then grinned, drooling, quite funny. A flower boat stopped in front of him, and there was a woman sitting in it, although the woman was not stunning, but she also had her own charm. She was holding a purple clay pot in her hand, stir-frying tea, and the maid next to her walked out of the canopy and beckoned to the two of them: "The two sons are so Yaxing, enjoy the scenery by the river." ”

"The scenery is more appreciative, no matter how good the scenery in the world is, how can it compare to the touch of pink on a woman's face? No matter how rich the world is, where is the white flesh on a woman's body valuable?" Feng Wudao spoke frivolously, and he couldn't tell whether it was praise or ridicule in his words.

The maid listened, but only giggled. She has also heard that since begging for a life in the red dust, there is no difference between begging on the streets, begging for food from other people's mouths, if you even have to worry about unpleasant words, I am afraid that you can only sit and wait for starvation to death, and no one will collect the corpse.

"Childe is really good at laughing, but the beautiful scenery, there is no beauty around, isn't it lonely and lonely, my young lady intends to invite the two to drink tea and enjoy the scenery together, I don't know if the two sons are willing?"

Before Feng Wudao could speak, Yu Wenyong said: "Your young lady can find someone else, and the two of us still have something to do, so I won't bother." ”

The maid heard Yu Wenyong's refusal, and the smile on her face did not change in the slightest, this joy and anger were really amazing.

"Why do you have to reject people so much, my young lady is not an ordinary woman, she just thinks that she has a fate with the two sons, she just sits down, and she might as well be the important thing of the two sons. ”

Feng Wudao jumped into the boat.

"If the girl has a good intention, how can I be so incomprehensible. I haven't had tea in a long time, so why don't you come and try the girl's handiwork?"

The woman in the canopy did not look up, still making tea in her hand.

"The girl is good at kung fu. ”

The woman smiled slightly: "Childe praises, I don't know Childe, I don't know what kind of kung fu Gongzi praises the slave family?"

"Haha, it's tea and people. ”

The woman poured a cup of tea for Feng Wudao, pushed it in front of Feng Wudao, and never looked up at Feng Wudao from beginning to end.

Yu Wenyong saw that Feng Wudao had already boarded the ship, and his expression was gloomy.

"This son has already boarded the boat, what do you think, childe?" the maid looked at Yu Wenyong.

Yu Wenyong could only board the boat, but he stood outside the canopy and did not enter for a long time.

The maid didn't care about Yu Wenyong, she walked into the canopy and sat next to the woman.

After taking a sip of tea, Feng Wudao closed his eyes slightly, and the evening breeze blew on his face, enjoying it very much. Seeing that Feng Wudao was like this, the woman raised her head.

"Childe, how is this tea?"

"Incense!"

"It's good if Childe likes it. ”

Feng Wudao only took a sip, and then put the teacup on it: "Although it is fragrant, it is not a top grade." ”

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

"If tea is just fragrant, it's too boring. The subtlety of tea lies in the infinite aftertaste. Good tea is fragrant, but the best is not only fragrant. The ancients had a poem "One to Seven Character Poems", which has always been sought after.

Tea, bay leaves, young buds. Mu Shike, love monks. Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn.

Cho fried astragalus color, twisted dust flowers. After the night, he was invited to accompany the bright moon, and he was ordered to the morning glow before the morning.

Wash away the tirelessness of ancient and modern people, and will know that it is not exaggerated to be drunk.

And I and the girl at this time, is it just this scene? The bright moon is silver, the river is murmuring, although the bright moon is not invited, but with the company of the girl, is it not more beautiful than the bright moon.

Although I wrote about the fine art of tea, I liked the other one, which I heard from the mouth of an old man.

One bowl of throat kiss moist, two bowls of broken loneliness.

Three bowls of dry intestines, only 5,000 volumes of words.

Four bowls of light sweat, life injustice, all to the pores.

Five bowls of muscles and bones, six bowls of fairies.

Seven bowls can't be eaten, but the two armpits are used to the breeze.

Although it is superficial, drinking tea has a heroic meaning, and the arrogance is self-evident. ”

"It seems that the slave family has found the right person today, the son is really proficient in the tea ceremony, I don't know if the son can stay in the boat tonight, the slave family can ask the son for advice. ”

"I'm all pickers, and I'm proficient in talking about anything. I just don't know if the tea in the girl's hand is for someone who is destined to drink, or if she intends to drink it for me?"

"What did Childe say?" the woman looked at Feng Wudao, and Feng Wudao laughed.

"If the girl doesn't say, I won't ask, if I ask again, wouldn't it be a mistake for the girl's kindness. Since the girl has a heart, I will enter the girl's red tent, and the rest will be at the mercy of heaven. ”

"Childe said so, the slave family can better serve the childe, to see if the tea made by the slave family can make the son pass the fairy spirit, the two armpits are used to the breeze, and turn into an immortal. ”

"It's hard to be an immortal, I'm afraid it's not a ghost. ”

"Why did the son say this? Could it be that the slave family is not making tea, but poison?" The woman looked at Feng Wudao with shame on her face.

Feng Wudao shook his head: "Hahaha, I don't know, I don't know." It's hard to get confused. ”

"Yuwen Gongzi, this girl is a good hand at making tea, why don't you come in and drink two cups? "Feng Wudao is also called Yu Wenyong.

It's just that Yu Wenyong didn't look back, standing at the bow of the boat and looking at the river.

"Alas, my brother is old-fashioned, and he is not moved to see such a beautiful woman. ”

The woman glanced at Yu Wenyong and said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's not that this son dislikes the slave family, the Hongchen woman is a humble life, and I don't blame the son." ”

"What is humble or not humble, the world is full of dog slaughterers, three, six, nine, etc., Yuwen Gongzi will not care. It's that people's hearts are unpredictable, and I'm not afraid of a bad background, but I'm afraid that my original intention is not good. Girl, think I'm right?"

The woman smiled, but did not answer.

The corners of Feng Wudao's mouth hooked, looking out of the boat, holding a teacup in his hand, and a sneer in his eyes.

In this way, Feng Wudao and the woman chatted happily in the boat, and after a while, he only said that he had drunk too much tea, and he was a little drunk, so he lay down in the boat and snored.

When the woman saw Feng Wudao falling asleep, she asked the maid next to her to scream, but she couldn't wake up.

Only then did he get up and walk to the bow of the boat, hold Yu Wenyong's hand, and said, "Why haven't you come to see me for so long?"

Yu Wenyong looked into the distance: "You also know my current situation, not to mention that Gou Tingfeng will take care of you again, how can I come to see you? I'm afraid that if you and I don't really become outlaws at that time." ”

"I'm not afraid, as long as you're willing to take me away. The woman said.

Yu Wenyong looked down at the woman, his eyes were full of tenderness: "If I can, I will definitely take you away, and now you are the most reassuring." ”

When the woman heard Yu Wenyong's words, she leaned on his shoulder: "So, I still can't follow this time?"

Yu Wenyong was silent.

The woman smiled bitterly: "Even if you say how to love me, it's just a matter of talking, if you really care, you should take me away." ”

"How could I just say it casually!" Yu Wenyong found that his voice was too loud, and he was afraid of waking up Feng Wudao, so he hurriedly looked over.

The woman said, "Don't worry about him, I put some drugs in the tea." ”

"Drugged?"

"Gou Tingfeng told me to do this, saying that if I gave this person to him, he would let me go. ”

"Why are you so confused!" Yu Wenyong was in a hurry, pushed the woman away, walked to Feng Wudao's side, and took a look.

"Are you alive enough?" Yu Wenyong shouted to the woman.

"Hehe, until now, you are still looking forward and backward like this. The woman sneered, and the tenderness on her face turned to resentment.

Yu Wenyong said: "Don't talk about this yet, help me wake him up." ”

"If you want to do it, you can do it yourself, I don't have that skill, but I advise you to hurry up, I'm afraid I'll bring someone here after a while." ”

Hearing this, Yu Wenyong looked at the woman and said, "You are looking for death!"