On the Moshang, the stalks are pressed with incense sticks, and the son is like a jade unparalleled

"That's right, Mr. Zewu is really well-informed." Jiang Cheng refilled the teacups of the two of them with boiled tea, turned off the fire in the small purple sand stove, and put the bone china teapot back on the stove.The tea was soaked by the residual heat from the stove, and after two gurgling sounds, there was no sound, only the curling mist from the spout remained.

"This flower lies on the bottom, it needs two cups of tea to drink." Jiang Cheng picked up the teacup, the jasmine at the bottom of the cup did not float up with the infusion of tea, but obediently lay on the bottom of the pure white cup.The petals are slowly blooming, and the light yellow color on the edge of the petals is almost integrated with the cup wall.

Lan Xichen didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes and waited for Jiang Cheng to continue.

"Aniang used to say that I couldn't make this tea in my life, and she couldn't make it herself. The heat, the time, the temperature. You can't do it unless you are calm." Jiang Cheng looked down at the ripples in the cup, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Make a sarcastic arc. "Aniang said that I have the same temperament as her, and I don't please my father. But my father loves her very much, right? The elderly people in the family have said that if my father doesn't like someone, he won't bear it for so long .However, they didn't speak their hearts until they died. They are like this tea, and they didn't have time to make a second cup of tea."

Lan Xichen looked up at Jiang Cheng, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to comfort him, and finally blurted out, "Condolences."

"Mourning?" Jiang Cheng frowned, and looked at Lan Xichen sarcastically and self-deprecatingly, "I've been mourning for more than ten years."

"Sect Master Jiang, the old man has passed away." Lan Xichen's knuckles were turning white as he was holding the teacup, almost fidgeting.Jiang Cheng's calmness and resentment really made Lan Xichen unable to adapt.

"The old man is gone, the old man is gone? The old man is gone! What else can you say besides this!" Jiang Cheng violently slapped his teacup on the table, his face darkened, and he didn't even notice the scalding tea splashed on his hands.

Lan Xichen silently put the teacup back on the table, looked up at Jiang Cheng who was about to lose control, frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wanyin!"

Jiang Cheng's shoulders shook violently, and he let go of the teacup as if discouraged, and leaned back against the wall, his tone tired, "Sect Leader Lan, I have something to say earlier, sorry Jiang will send you off soon." .”

Lan Xichen clenched and loosened his hands on his knees, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh, "I lost my mother when I was young, and Wang Ji was only five years old at that time, and my father, from the time Wang Ji and I were born until Yunshen didn't know It was burnt everywhere, and I haven’t met many times. Speaking of which, in some respects, Sect Master Jiang, you are also lucky, aren’t you?” Lan Xichen quietly looked at the goose-yellow Jasmine in the teacup, his eyes soft, “You have already You have too much more than many people, so why bother to worry about the dead, you are like this, your parents are alive in the sky, would you be happy?"

Jiang Cheng listened, and closed his eyes in pain, two lines of clear tears slid down the corners of his eyes.This is myself, crying in front of this person for the second time.

"Your father and mother had no choice but to make that choice to save you." Lan Xichen fell silent after finishing the last sentence.

After a while, seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't respond, he sighed softly.Standing up, he bowed his hands to Jiang Cheng, "Thank you, Sect Master Jiang, for the tea, I..."

Before Lan Xichen could finish his polite words, Jiang Cheng suddenly stood up and reached out to grab the hem of Lan Xichen's clothes.I don't know if it was a hot head or something, but Jiang Cheng did just that.For a moment, neither of them knew how to react.

"Sect Master Jiang...you are..." Lan Xichen smiled awkwardly, and he was also taken aback by Jiang Cheng's reaction.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head, grabbed the hem of Lan Xichen's clothes with one hand, and propped himself on the table with the other, like a child who wants candy, even the words he spoke had a strong nasal voice.

"You...don't go, stay today...I'll have someone prepare the guest room..."