This method of boiling tea is really tyrannical~

Weng Ran thought about taking a sip, his mouth was slightly bitter, gradually thickened, and slid down his throat, as if he had suppressed all the uncontrolled qi, warmed his stomach, and then warmed his lungs, until his limbs and bones were comfortable.

Good tea.

It can indeed calm the nerves, even if the craftsmanship of making tea is so poor.

Weng Ran held the teacup, and unconsciously, the tea leaves touched his mouth, and he had already drunk a cup of tea.

was about to put the teacup down, but the man had already reached out to take it, although the craftsmanship was not good, his eyesight was there.

Weng Ran felt a lot more comfortable, and his body was not so cold, looking at the empty performance stage, the performance stage was gorgeous and a little mismatched with this teahouse, painted with a hundred flowers, and the purple and red bloomed all over.

The performances in the teahouse are generally storytelling, and this stage is a little bigger and more fancy.

The man saw her staring at the stage and asked aloud, "The girl wants to see the show?"

Weng Ran just wanted to shake his head, but the man was already quick for her to continue: "It's just that now everyone is almost asleep, it's not enough to perform too lively, girl, you wait, I'll go and prepare." ”

"No ......"

Before Weng Ran finished speaking, the man had already dropped the half-boiled tea and ran away in fluttering clothes.

Only the roller blinds, which had just been lifted and lowered, were dangling.

It didn't take long for her to wait, Weng Ran looked at the platform in surprise, and was stunned for a while.

I saw that the man who ran away was covered with a robe with wide sleeves and fluttering, and the hem of the robe dragged along the countertop, and the material of tulle, the prosperity on the countertop seemed to be on it.

The man, on the other hand, removed the hairpin that had tied his hair before, and now wore smooth black hair, raised his right hand, and covered his face with his hanging sleeves.

This posture is to dance.

The orchid fingers raised in the left hand are swept up with the hanging sleeves, and the waist is swinging, matching the shaking of the left and right on the hand, like swaying flower branches.

The man danced on the stage, there was no music, the song matched, only the sound of his footsteps, and the rubbing of his clothes

Three thousand green silks and cascading clothes flew in circles, like night and clouds chasing and frolicking, the man's footsteps were brilliant and very steady, and the hand of the flower was opened, and the tulle robe flew out of his body.

At this moment, he is a butterfly that has broken out of its cocoon.

Weng Ran watched quietly, and his messy heart settled down in this dance.

At this time, the person on the stage is not a man or a woman for her, but a graceful dancer, every movement, every pause, and even every breath is so perfect, even the hair that falls is just right.

It's like a perfect move, from the start to the move, and finally the momentum, it can be said to be done in one go, which is refreshing.

The dance on stage has come to an end.

The man who knelt on the ground, curled up with his back to Weng Ran, his body fluctuated with his breathing, and the butterfly that broke out of the cocoon flew to the last moment of his life without regrets.

After a while.

The applause rang out, the man got up, and after saluting Weng Ran, he walked down from the platform directly barefoot, and sat down opposite Weng Ran.

"Thank you, girl, for your face. ”

"You danced well. ”

The man licked his lips, and when Weng Ran saw this, he motioned to the cup of tea in front of him, and the man took a drink, and his breath was more even.

"I haven't danced in a long time, and there are a few moves that are a little rusty. ”

Look, he doesn't look like he's pretending again.

"It's more promising to be a dancer than your tea art, or not in this teahouse. ”

The man put down the teacup in his hand in confusion, "Teahouse?"

"Isn't this a teahouse?"

Weng Ran was also puzzled.

Outside, chasing her for a photo of the disciples, frowning and scanning the plaque on her head, "Yin Huanju", this is the only one on this street that is still open, and Weng Ran is not seen on this street, but this is that kind of place, Weng Ran will not really be like this......

Tu Liuhe gritted his teeth again, unable to think of a suitable statement.

Inside, the man laughed, softly, like the soothing wind that had ever blown on the dullest of days.

"Girl, this is not a teahouse. ”

Weng Ran stared at him and didn't speak.

The man laughed helplessly twice, looking at Weng Ran, his eyes were like taking Weng Ran as something strange.

Weng Ran didn't like this kind of gaze, although the other party had no malicious intent.

"This is the Fengyue place, and my little man is not selling tea, but~" The man said this, straightened his long hair hanging down in front of him, and said word by word: "Sell, body, of." ”

Weng Ran's head slammed, and she understood what it meant.

I actually entered this kind of place inexplicably, Weng Ran, Weng Ran, you are really good.

The man looked at her gradually reddening face, and said understandingly: "Actually, there are many girls here, and one of our most bold guests here is a girl." ”

"Pour a cup of tea. ”

Weng Ran felt a little thirsty.

Outside, the boss who brought Weng Ran in looked at the photo with a tangled face at the door at this time, and finally couldn't help but speak, "This girl, do you have any difficulties?"

Even if she grew older, she had heard and seen about human affairs, but she herself had never been involved with these, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at this time.

But her personality is chic and informal.

"By the way, a girl dressed in purple came here not long ago?"

"Crimson purple?not long ago?yes~It's inside.,Or girl, please too~"

The boss stepped down the stairs and looked like he was going to solicit customers.

Tu Liuying hurriedly took two steps back and kept waving his hand, "No, no, what is she doing in there?"

When he asked this sentence, his voice trembled, Weng Ran, Weng Ran, don't forget that you still have a senior brother in the Martial Pavilion!

The boss laughed crampedly, and he "chuckled" in his heart.