Pit, you still jump!

Are you out of tea?Take this out. "

Zhu Qianqian's face turned pale with bitterness, and she completely lost her previous arrogance: "Can you stop asking."

An Qianyu felt that it was necessary to explain: "Although the Tieguanyin received this time is not the best, it is also the top grade of Tieguanyin. I think it is not inferior to the girl tea."

Hong Qingsong saw An Qian's insistence, and said no more: "Then, please start, both of you."

Ever since An Qianyu changed his clothes and came out, Pan Jie never took his eyes off him. As for what An Qianyu said to the others, he didn't listen at all, and just followed the devil, his soul flew away.

An Qianyu poured the tea into three cups as usual.

The old farmer had a more relaxed expression than before fighting with Ge Wucha, and obviously looked down on An Qianyu's Tieguanyin.

When the tea soup was presented in front of everyone, everyone was surprised.

The old farmer was still complacent, he didn't look at the tea soup in the teacup, and waited for everyone's praise.

The expected praise did not appear, instead, seeing Hong Qingsong staring at the teacup thoughtfully, the old farmer turned his attention to the tea brewed by An Qianyu.

The color of the tea soup is not pure white, although it is not very good, but it is not bad, and when I look at the tea soup in my cup, I am stunned.

Just now, because I have compared it twice, I am quite sure, so I didn't look carefully, and now I realized that the color of the tea soup I brewed was grayish white and yellowish, obviously because the water temperature was too high.

"How is this possible!" The old farmer picked up his teacup and couldn't believe his eyes.

Tea fighting pays attention to heat. Although the ancients needed to stir-fry tea and watch the fire, this step has long been omitted, but the water temperature for making tea is still very particular. If the water temperature is too high, the tea soup will turn yellow, and if the water temperature is too low, the tea soup will turn blue.

After fighting twice just now, the old farmer is absolutely sure of the same water temperature and the same brewing method, not to mention that he personally planted, picked, fried, and made the tea. The best girl tea.

The tea color is soaked like this, not to mention any bites, there is no desire to drink tea at all.

Hong Qingsong coughed lightly and said, "It seems... Boss An narrowly won the round."

An Qian bowed his hands politely, and made a Chinese-style clasped fist: "Accept."

This movement was modest and polite, so elegant that Pan Jie seemed to be shocked by a [-]-volt high-voltage electric shock, and all the thousands of butterflies in his heart were blown out, and then they spun gracefully and fell quickly, all convulsing and falling to the ground.

There was silence for a moment, and then Zhu Qianqian's appalled cheers were heard: "Ah! I won! I won! Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha!"

The one who was as happy as her was Gege, An Qianyu won the tea fight, so she didn't have to buy tea at a high price.The two women couldn't help but danced with joy, tugging and immediately began to discuss how to celebrate.

Before recovering from the shock, the old farmer poured out the steeped tea and smelled it again. He really didn't understand why, and he had an expression of regret.

Others talked about it, some said that the old farmer's temperature was not well controlled, some said that the Feng Shui changed in different places, and some people speculated that the old farmer's tea had expired.

There were different opinions, but An Qianyu never spoke until Hong Qingsong said to An Qianyu, "Qianyu, do you want to talk?"

Everyone quieted down, and Pan Jie's two black eyes rolled around An Qianyu's body.

An Qianyu was a little shy, pointing to the water in the glass jug embarrassingly: "Actually, I was lucky, because the water here is different from the mineral water at Gege's."

The old farmer wondered: "What's the difference?"

☆, parting

"Originally there is not much difference, but you may have forgotten that it has rained almost every day in the past week, and the rainwater is acidic. Although my water tank has a filter layer, after all, it has been raining outdoors for many days, and the water in the tank is naturally acidic. It's heavier, so..."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that they nodded frequently. Pan Jie still didn't understand, and Zhu Qianqian, who pushed and danced, said, "So what? What do you mean?"

Zhu Xiqian: "Stupid, different tea leaves have different trace elements. Compared with different water qualities, there will be different brewing effects. This water is weak and acidic, so it is not suitable for brewing top-quality tea, because that kind of tea is too delicate and sensitive. Ordinary tea leaves will not have such a sensitive reaction, and the temperature of the boiling water needs to be lowered appropriately."

Only then did Pan Jie understand that there are so many specialties in making tea.

An Qianyu continued: "Actually, my tea is not as good as the old man's. The victory is also a fluke."

Hong Qingsong waved his hands and said: "No, this is not a fluke. The so-called fighting tea has another word for fighting besides tea. Since it is fighting, it is compared to the understanding of water quality, tea leaves, heat, etc., so there is no need to be humble. Excuse me, right?" He turned to look at the old farmer.

The old farmer nodded. Since he lost, he couldn't lose his dignity. After all, he was so old: "Yes, you are born with skills. This time I lost."

Hong Qingsong stood up and said to everyone: "Although the girl tea lost, this tea is indeed good tea. In the past, Buyi people had the custom of not selling girl tea to outsiders. Now that the reform and opening up, good things are not shared. The custom should also be changed, this time the old farmer brought this rare good tea to fight with everyone, and he also wanted everyone to taste it.”

The old farmer also echoed and said: "I brought drip tea today, all of which are free for everyone to taste, and Boss Kegge will brew it for everyone to drink later."

The others immediately became interested. People who had seen the tea worms in their stomachs but couldn't taste it could not stand the cheers now, and there was a dog barking in it. The sound was from Sirius. Baxiang, who loves to drink tea, is attracted today.

When the crowd rushed back to the old street, Ke'er came over to clean up, muttering: "You two prodigal bastards, brought so many people to the yard to make trouble, and ended up not earning a penny!"

An Qianyu and the others were also helping: "Why are you so worried about this small amount of money? Aren't you afraid that I lost the tea fight just now and bought the teahouse out?"

Ke'er glanced at him and said, "You won't lose at all."

Pan Jie looked up and asked curiously, "How do you know he won't lose?"

Ke'er: "Anyway, I just know that he won't lose, and I don't worry at all. It's a woman's intuition."

A woman's intuition is so good?Zhu Qianqian looked at Ke'er suspiciously: "Why didn't I feel it? I was so regretful that my intestines turned green just now, and I was scared to death!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked at Zhu Qianqian with a questioning look.

"Why? I don't have an intuition, what's wrong?" Zhu Qianqian didn't react.

A few people didn't say anything, and bowed their heads to work again.

After a while, Zhu Qianqian suddenly yelled: "Oh! Are you saying that I am not a woman! I am not a woman! I am not!!"

After she finished posting, the four of them sat down at the marble table to rest, and then An Qianyu said, "This tea fight was directed by Mr. Hong himself, so don't go out and talk about it."

Everyone: "Oh?"

An Qian said: "In recent years, more and more people are frying tea in the market, and a lot of tea is sold at sky-high prices, but the actual money received from tea farmers is very little. So all the money is made by speculators, honestly. Tea farmers have a hard time."

Pan Jie reacted quickly, and then said: "Ah, that is to say, Mr. Hong wants to use the tea fight to create a hype and advertise for this tea farmer. So Ge Ge is also a participant?"

An Qianyu nodded: "Yes, Mr. Hong wants to use this method to do word-of-mouth marketing, and even take this opportunity to help the old farmers set a higher price for their tea, breaking the tea farmers' tea is worthless, and getting it from the tea merchants The unspoken rule that the packaging will be doubled dozens of times.”

"So..." Ke'er pointed at her boss Zhu Qianqian: "Is Boss Zhu a heroic hero?"

An Qian said helplessly: "It's not just Bai Xingxia who is fighting for justice, it's a meddling. Cheng Yaojin who came out halfway! If Mr. Hong and the tea farmer hadn't been calm and able to make things right, it's really possible that your old man will be messed up."

Zhu Qianqian was flushed with embarrassment, but she still tried her best to refute in a low voice: "How do I know which song they sang? I didn't say anything before, I was kind, and Gege and I are very close..."

Pan Jie smiled: "Yes, no one expected that someone would dare to accept a bet of 25 yuan in a game. Who would have thought that someone with an IQ like you who owes money would appear?"

"Hey, are you enough, are you still letting people live?"

Seeing that the tough Brother Zhu was so deflated, the other three couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhu Qianqian vowed silently in her heart that the next time she takes on an all-H play, let the two of them act in it!

night.

Pan Jie helped An Qianyu tidy up the teahouse as usual, closed the door, made up the single bed, and then planned to leave.

An Qianyu felt that it was really necessary to finish what he hadn't finished before.

"Panjie."

"Ok?"

"Aren't you tired when you come to the teahouse to help out on vacation?"

"Not tired, and very interesting, you are so handsome today, I bet, your teahouse will be popular tomorrow." Pan Jie was still immersed in the tea fight just now, and An Qianyu's words of acceptance were simply Awesomeness.

"I'm not... Hey... Your vacation is also limited, don't you think it's a waste of time to come to the teahouse every day?"

"I don't think so, I think it's very meaningful."

"what sense?"

Pan Jie lowered his head and thought, he likes An Qianyu, he is fascinated by this person, he wants to stay with him every minute, but he can't say these words.I wanted to find a suitable answer, but found that I hadn't used Chinese for many years, and my level was greatly degraded. After racking my brains, I finally said directly:

"It's meaningful to have you around."

"Uh..." An Qianyu didn't expect Pan Jie to speak so directly, and the question became ridiculous: "Don't waste your time on me, we are not suitable..."

An Qian said this with hesitation, Pan Jie cared about him, and the obvious touch in his heart could not be ignored, but the remaining reason made him try to stay awake.

"Inappropriate?" Pan Jie smiled wryly. The reasons An Qian said were inappropriate and their real inappropriate reasons should be different, but the words were accurate: "It is indeed inappropriate. I am really wasting time. If you think I am also inappropriate I'm wasting your time, so I'll go."

Turning around and walking towards the gate, he stopped at the gate, maybe he won't come again in the future, and now is the last time.

Thinking about it, he looked back at An Qianyu.

He sat alone by the bed with his head bowed, his face was handsome under the light, and his expression was as lonely as a sad poem.

Q. How worried can Jun be? It looks like a river of spring flowing eastward.

If you can't ask for it, you will worry about love, don't worry about it, worry about separation, and worry about ghosts!

Pan Jie sighed, and said quietly: "I won't come here again in the future."

The moment the door closed, An Qianyu lay down on the bed slumped.

He touched his chest, that sentence would never come again, which made him uncomfortable, or regret it.

He pricked up his ears to listen to the sound of Pan Jie's distant footsteps, and only heaved a long sigh when they disappeared completely:

"Hey... is he really not coming tomorrow?"

☆, foodie

Pan Jie really didn't come the next day.

An Qianyu didn't sleep well all night, and when it was time to open the door in the morning, he opened the door nervously.

Sure enough, Pan Jie's sentence: "Morning!" coupled with a sunny smile, disappeared.

The door was empty, and I was so lost.

Didn't come, really didn't come, or came later?

But... An Qianyu looked at the time, it was already noon.

how late is it

Phone screen, turn it on, turn it off, turn it on...

Do you want to call and ask?

No, he was the one who lost popularity yesterday, what are you calling now?

[Hey, what are you doing? ]no no!

[Seeing that you were unhappy yesterday, friends, don’t worry about it, hahaha...]

No way, ahhh!An Qianyu put his head on the table, looking like he was dying.

"Stomach pain?" A man's voice came from above.

Ji Ling raised his head, and the light in his eyes flickered: "Brother Ting, why are you free to come and play today?"

Wei Ting sat down opposite him: "I don't seem to welcome me, so I'm leaving."

An Qianyu smiled and said, "Who is not welcome, it's just that I haven't seen you for many days, and I thought you were angry with me."

Wei Ting rubbed An Qianyu's hair habitually: "Is it useful for me to be angry? You don't even call me even if you get through the phone. Waiting for your call will make all the flowers wither. You don't take brother seriously at all."

After Wei Ting left in a fit of anger last time, he thought that he would take the initiative to call him as soon as he spoke calmly, but he didn't expect that he overestimated the weight, and that heartless guy didn't take him seriously at all.

What's the point of being angry alone, I have no choice but to turn over this article.

"How can I, I think you are angry with me, and you can't eat well. Don't bother with me if you have a lot of adults." An Qianyu is most afraid of arguing with others. When encountering conflicts, he admits his mistakes first, and peace is the most important thing. .

Wei Ting pinched his chin with loving eyes, and the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for the past few days was completely dispelled by An Qian's few half-coquettish words.

There's no way, he's probably going to be determined by this person for the rest of his life!

"Why are you frowning? I saw you on WeChat yesterday and saw you fighting for tea. Are you not happy?"

An Qianyu held his chin and didn't care. Last night, many people asked him about the tea fight on WeChat last night. Ke'er set up a teahouse official account before. There were not many collections at first, but now the number suddenly increased, which made her very happy. I couldn't find Bei, so I didn't do anything else all morning, and I was busy interacting with fans.

"I don't feel anything, the happiest girl should be Ke'er."

Wei Ting knew that An Qianyu liked to keep a low profile, but felt that since he won the tea fight, it seemed unreasonable not to celebrate for him.

"Shall we go sweep the streets together?"

"Which street to sweep?"

"Which one else, of course, is the food street."

An Qianyu immediately came to his senses. The street sweeping they mentioned did not mean sweeping with a broom, but shopping in a carpet style. Sweeping the food street, of course, one by one to eat!

He was in a bad mood today, and he just turned his grief into an appetite. Anyway, he hasn't had a good meal with Wei Ting for a long time, and he really misses it.

"That's good, but someone needs to watch the store..."

Turning to look at Ke'er, she was leaning against the wall and still focused on swiping her phone.

Wei Ting understood: "Wait, I'll go and talk to her."

Walking to Ke'er's side, the girl was still staring at the screen of her mobile phone.

"Ker, lend me your phone."

"Hey, what are you doing?" Pan Weiting took the phone away before he could respond.

"I will return it to you when Qian Yu and I come back. You should take a good look at the shop first."

Ke'er quickly snatched it up: "Give it back to me, we're having a good chat!"

But Wei Ting is [-], Ke'er's little guy can't grab it at all, as long as he straightens his arms and presses down on the top of the girl's head, Ke'er's hands are basically scrambling in the air.

Wei Ting hurried away with An Qianyu, leaving Ke'er lying by the door with sad eyes.

Food Street and Culture Street are connected. It can be said that food and culture are an inseparable community in China. The term "foodie" is also a term exclusively used by Chinese people.

Some people object, there are so many fat people in the United States, are they considered foodies?

An Qianyu and Wei Ting are not fat, but they are veritable "foodies". Although fat people eat a lot, they are just foodies in the ordinary sense. Real foodies are not necessarily fat people. Those who eat, love to eat, and dare to try all kinds of delicious food are the real professional foodies!

The food in G City is extremely unique, with its own style. Because there are a large number of ethnic minorities in China, the inheritance of food has a different history from that of the Han people. After years of precipitation and integration with the Han people, these unique food crafts have been transformed and preserved. More complex taste, unique.

Due to the different production techniques of noodles, the taste is very unique. Many foods maintain strong local characteristics, and some pure natural plants are used for matching.

In such a gourmet paradise, the two men eat their mouths full of oil, especially An Qianyu. Because of his white skin, he was sizzled by the pepper, his whole face was flushed, his lips were abnormally red, and he drank sour. plum juice.

"It's so spicy, so spicy!" An Qianyu stuck out his tongue, seeing that the grilled tofu skewers in Wei Ting's hand were covered with peppers, and he ate like nothing, and admired him, "Shhh, you, you order BT every time. Spicy, really not, isn't it spicy?"

Wei Ting saw that An Qian's words were so spicy that tears were about to fall, he was so cute, so he took a sip of the sour plum juice in his hand and said, "It's a bit spicy, but it's okay."

An Qian protested: "Why drink mine, don't you have it yourself!"

"Taste your taste is the same."

"I don't even have enough to drink myself," he turned to the boss and called, "Boss, have a Coke!"

Wei Tingle: "You are just ordinary spicy, but you are full after eating such a small amount, and you should say that you are bloated when you go home."

"I don't have your BT, how about I order BT spicy." Although An Qianyu was so hot that he had a lot of tears and nose, he resolutely persisted in fighting.

A food as miraculous as chili peppers deserves an award for outstanding contributions to humanity.

You just need to get used to it, and you will never be able to leave it again. The more you eat, the more you become addicted. You have been tortured to death, but you still send it to your mouth, and you continue to suffer. It's so exciting!

Spraying the fire and moving to the next stall, the next thing is naturally a bowl of sweet glutinous rice balls with distiller's lees.

Eat a few small glutinous rice balls to eliminate the spicy taste just now, and the unique sweetness and stickiness of glutinous rice make the taste full.

Eat this way from the street to the end of the street, spicy, sweet, sour, salty, all greeted in the mouth.

The two ate until they walked back holding their waists.

An Qianyu yelled in satisfaction: "No, I feel like throwing up if I walk too fast!"

Wei Ting touched his round belly and laughed loudly: "My lady, these are twins, hahaha!"

An Qianyu and Wei Ting are used to fighting, so he hit him on the stomach: "It's not my husband's fault, squat down quickly!"

Wei Ting followed his words, An Qianyu jumped on his back, and Wei Ting staggered a few steps to stabilize his weight.

Although An Qian's words were not heavy, he was a boy after all, with his stature posing there, Wei Ting hooked his thigh tightly so that he could memorize it.

The person on the back patted him on the shoulder restlessly: "Drive! Run, hahaha!"

The two were fighting not far from the teahouse.

A Baogong face stood at the door of the teahouse, staring at the two of them, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

Pan Jie caught a cold last night, came home with a slight fever, and felt much better after sleeping until the afternoon. Thinking of An Qianyu's lonely expression last night, he couldn't bear it, whether he would go or stay, he didn't want An Qian The language is not pleasant.

So I called An Qianyu to report, but no one answered, so I went to the teahouse to have a look.

After waiting for a long time, I saw someone come back from a long way upstairs, and went to the door to meet him, but saw him making out with a man, calling him his wife and husband.

I was so angry that I almost burst my liver.

Who is this man?Obviously asked brother Zhu, Qian Yu came here alone.

Pan Jie's eyes were piercing, staring at Wei Ting, looking up and down, assessing the danger factor brought by this man, and the male's unique territoriality began to make trouble.

This person seems to be very familiar with him. In contrast, I have only known him for a few days. The most terrible thing is that he said damn angry words to An Qianyu yesterday.

He has no position to accuse An Qianyu of who he associates with, but the scene in front of him really makes it difficult to calm down.

His heart was turbulent, but he could only suppress his anger, watching the two flirting and cursing all the way with a blank expression.

An Qianyu yelled on Wei Ting's back: "Slow down, slow down, I'm going to throw up!"

This is An Qian's language that Pan Jie has never seen before, and it is completely different from his usual temperament.

Oh, no, the first time I saw An Qianyu came back from jogging, he was also so nonsensical.

Wei Ting ran for tens of meters with a man carrying more than 100 kilograms on his back like a chicken blood, and only let him down when he was close to the door of the teahouse, haha.

"Didn't you let my husband carry you? Are you satisfied with running so fast, hahaha!"

An Qianyu was about to say something, when he suddenly found Pan Jie standing at the door, his smile froze for a moment, he looked at him dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.

Seeing that An Qianyu's expression was abnormal, Wei Ting turned his head to look around, and saw a handsome boy standing at the door of the teahouse, staring at the two of them.

"Know?" Wei Ting asked An Qianyu.

An Qianyu had no choice but to nod, walked over unnaturally, and introduced to the two: "This is Wei Ting, the late stage of the crew, and this is Pan Jie, the Gongyin of the previous drama."

Wei Ting's face darkened when he heard Gongyin, and realized that this was the voice in the dubbing that he had been restless for a long time!

An Qianyu originally thought that people who had worked with the same crew would greet each other politely and shake hands like a charm when they met for the first time, but unexpectedly, Pan Jie put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and Wei Ting crossed them on his chest.

The two just looked at each other like this, without saying a word.

☆, incense

There always seems to be a bit of spiritual connection between rivals in love and rivals in love.

[He must have taken a fancy to someone I like! ]

[The person I like seems to have a crush on him! ]

Feelings like this can be discerned almost without logic.

The first time Wei Ting saw Pan Jie, he had a strong feeling that he might be An Qianyu's favorite type!

An Qianyu rubbed his nose, the current situation is too weird, why does it feel like he stepped on two boats, and then the two boats collided?

"Want...do you want to go in and have a sit?" An Qianyu said to the two of them.

Wei Ting: "Of course." After saying that, he lifted his foot and walked towards the door.

Pan Jie was not feeling well, and he wanted to apologize to him and leave, but now seeing Wei Ting like this, even men would be motivated to fight, and walked into the teahouse.

As soon as Wei Ting entered, Ke'er pounced on her and asked for her mobile phone.

"Miss me so much, you can't wait to greet me as soon as you enter the door!"

Ke'er went to check his pocket: "I miss you, give me your phone!"

He deliberately quarreled with Ke'er before returning the phone to her, looking very familiar.

Ke'er took the phone and immediately ran to the corner to continue swiping, completely oblivious to Pan Jie who followed.If this was normal, it would be fine if he didn't say hello, but now Pan Jie wanted to get acquainted with Ke'er to show that he was not an outsider.Unexpectedly, Ke'er ran away as soon as he raised his hand, which made him feel ashamed.

When is the last time a person can lose face?That is in front of rivals.

Pan Jie is destined to lose face today.

Wei Ting is usually prudent and considerate, but today he decided to show off in front of Pan Jie, and it's best for him not to make a fuss about An Qianyu.

Entering the teahouse, Wei Ting exchanged greetings with a few old acquaintances, then went back to make tea himself and brought it up, and said to Pan Jie with a smile: "Our family has received a new tea, West Lake Longjing, just in time to invite you to come." Taste and taste."

Pan Jie pulled his lips and forced a smile. Although this trick was clumsy, it was very effective. His words made his heart feel as if it was soaked in old vinegar, so sour that it was fermented.

What is our humble language?And invite me to drink tea, who are you?I really thought I was in charge!If it had been his previous temper, he could have flipped the table when he stood up.

But you can't do this now, this is An Qianyu's teahouse, and if there is a commotion, it will make him unable to come to the stage, and instead, you will lose points for yourself and add points for Wei Ting.

He is not stupid.

He drank West Lake Longjing without saying a word, but unfortunately, no matter how good the tea is, he still can't taste it now.

An Qianyu sat across from Pan Jie, thinking about what to say.

He was the one who left in anger last night, and wanted to see him again the next day in contradiction. After waiting for him for a long time, he thought that he would never come again. After all, isn't this the result he hoped for?But what is the loss in my heart?

The moment he saw someone just now, his chest seemed to bloom, and the uncontrollable heartbeat beat his weak little heart.He wanted to tell Pan Jie his true feelings, but he didn't dare, what should he do?

Wei Ting came over with tea, sat down next to him, enthusiastically talked about our Qianyu this, our Qianyu that, and put his hand on his shoulder.

They made these jokes occasionally, but in the past they were just noncommittal, but now in front of Pan Jie, they suddenly felt awkward, worried that he might misunderstand their relationship with Wei Ting.

An Qianyu lowered his head like an ostrich in embarrassment, staring at the cup in front of him, not daring to look up.

But even if he didn't raise his head, he could still feel Pan Jie's burning gaze, which made him bury his head even lower. Forgive him. He really doesn't know what to do in this situation. He hasn't encountered it before, so he can't handle it.

"Qian Yu likes to travel around mountains and rivers very much. When I received this tea, I went to Hangzhou with him. I remember that Ah Huang from Lao Qian's family was reluctant to part with me when he left. He followed me for a mile before going back. Right? Qian Yu, speaking of this, I really miss it, why don't we go to Laoqian's Chashan again some weekend?" Wei Ting put his arm around An Qianyu's shoulder, and pulled the belt into his arms.

An Qianyu stiffened his body, resisting the strength, and twisted his shoulders unnaturally, but Wei Ting's hands did not relax at all.

Pan Jie stared at the unsightly salty pig's hand for a few seconds, then drank his tea and said nothing.

Although Wei Ting tried his best to "show affection", but the two people next to him ignored him. Looking at Pan Jie's face, he felt that his goal had been achieved, so he didn't want to continue.

Several people were silent for a while, Pan Jie got up and said to An Qianyu: "Boss An, I'm leaving first."

Boss An's words made An Qianyu's heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help standing up immediately and said, "I, I'll see you off."

Follow Pan Jie to go downstairs.

Wei Ting frowned, but it was inconvenient to stop him.

Pan Jie went to the gate, and wanted to leave directly without paying attention to An Qianyu, but seeing him chasing him downstairs, he became a little soft-hearted, stood at the small bridge at the door, and turned around suddenly.

An Qianyu was in a hurry to chase, and almost bumped into Pan Jie unexpectedly, he stopped quickly and stared blankly at the man with a cold face.

"I caught a cold today, and I still have a fever. I overslept this morning so I didn't come here. I came here now to talk to you, but..." He looked up at the upstairs, and then at An Qian, saying: "You are actually pretty good." Busy, sorry to bother you, goodbye!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

An Qianyu took a step forward, but stopped abruptly, unconsciously grabbed the air with his hand, then dropped it in vain, wanting to stay but dared not.

Knowing that he is angry and unable to comfort him, this feeling is very difficult.

He couldn't bear Pan Jie to be angry.

Suddenly a sentence came from behind: "He is not suitable for you, he is too young to take care of you at all."

An Qianyu knew that it was Wei Ting who spoke, and knew that he was right, but he immediately refuted: "No."

will not?

As soon as the words came out, An Qianyu himself was taken aback, turned his head and glanced at Wei Ting hastily, knowing that he was wrong, bowed his head and walked quickly into the teahouse.

After the teahouse closed at night, he sat alone in the dark backyard in a daze.

Looking up and seeing the moon in the sky with a circle of white hair, he couldn't help but sigh.

During the Qingming Festival, it rains heavily, and it finally cleared up for two days. Now the moon is hairy, and tomorrow will be rainy again. It rains so much that even I grow hairy.

There was a coolness on the arm, which caused a layer of goosebumps.

The last time I went to Qianling Mountain, Pan Jie gave him his coat and helped him with his backpack. He obviously knows how to take care of others...

But An Qianyu knew the meaning of Wei Ting's words, would Pan Jie accept the scar on his chest?

Even my parents are not willing to take care of me, let alone Pan Jie.

Why did he expect so much.

Yes, he understands the truth, they are not suitable, but in his heart, the heart has been singing against reason.

Rejecting is harder than accepting.

Why is it so hard to meet someone who is tempted, but can't love? Is God playing with him?He knew it was impossible, but let him meet him.

In the early morning of the next day, it dawned very late, and it was gray and light raining, and the quilt seemed to emit a damp smell.

He said yesterday that he had a fever, how is it now?

An Qianyu checked the windows to make sure they were closed, took out an incense stick and lit it on the tea table.

It's not the weekend, and it's raining, so there should be no guests this morning.

However, An Qianyu was surprised to hear the footsteps of more than one person going upstairs.

Zhu Xiqian brought a few friends to the teahouse early in the morning, she said she was a new social friend, this girl had an embarrassment the day before yesterday, and she was so angry yesterday, she was not idle, she went to face-to-face when she had free time.

"Hey, it smells so good." Someone was surprised.

Zhu Xiqian pointed to the tea table: "It's incense, Qian Yu ordered it." She looked at An Qianyu and was silent for a second. She originally wanted him to perform tea ceremony for her friends, but now she planned not to mention it.

He would light this kind of incense only when An Qianyu was in a particularly bad mood.Perhaps apart from An Qianyu, only she knows this.

After introducing each other, Zhu Qianqian said: "There are few customers today, Qian Yu, why don't you go home and have a rest, I'll visit the store for a day."

An Qianyu smiled, regardless of Brother Zhu's grinning personality, he actually understood him very well.

He doesn't like socializing with strangers very much, and most of the time he is accommodating others.He was in a bad mood today, Brother Zhu should have noticed it, let him go home immediately, don't make things difficult anymore.

I haven't been home for many days, and I feel that even the door is a bit strange.

Entering the house, even stranger...

The room in front of him is comparable to the boys' dormitory. Didn't he go to the wrong door?

Brother Zhu's hygienic habits are simply outrageous. Is there a girl in this world who is less particular about her?

The mood that he originally planned to go home, take a shower and sleep was gone. Although he didn't have a cleanliness fetish, he was also very tidy. His own home became like this, and he really couldn't bear it.

So, poor Boss Ann went home and got busy.

Zhu Xixi!Do you understand me or premeditated to let me go home and clean for you!I hate you!

Off-screen: [Zhu Xiqian was chatting happily with some friends, suddenly she sneezed a few times, and immediately put on her coat. 】

An Qianyu threw away two big garbage bags, and finally finished the work. He thumped his old waist and looked at the floor that had been wiped clean twice. He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Finally, I can take a comfortable bath in my own bathtub with peace of mind.

In the past few days in the teahouse, he just poured water casually, and it was not comfortable to wash at all.

Lying in the water, the warm water softly envelops every inch of his body, which is really a fairy-like enjoyment.

Close your eyes, you can still see Pan Jie's slightly tired face from yesterday. He has a cold and fever, which makes people very concerned. Have you taken your medicine?Did you have a good meal?

From last night to now, he has asked these questions in his mind no less than a thousand times.

Perhaps the bathtub was too comfortable, and after thinking about it, he fell asleep, and Pan Jie's grand panting sound came from his ears:

"Baby, can't this work? I just got excited, hahaha!"

"Don't...really don't...um..."

"Don't...don't...Pan Jie, ahhh..." An Qianyu murmured, and the music of Moonstone came to his ears.

☆, kiss

Opening his eyes suddenly, he realized something was wrong, and when he saw it, his face was flushed red with embarrassment.

He thought that Pan Jie had a wet dream.

Moonstone's music hadn't stopped, and only after recovering did he realize that it was the phone ringing.

He hurriedly dried his hand and picked up, Pan Jie's name appeared on the phone, thinking that he ejaculated by calling this person's name a second ago, he was so guilty that he almost fell into the water.

"Hey..." I was so guilty that I even lowered my voice a lot.

"Hello?" The other party was not sure if he heard the voice.

"I, I'm here, tell me." An Qianyu was still blushing, he really didn't know why he was so guilty, the other party didn't even know that he was the object of his sexual dream.

Pan Jie paused before saying: "I don't want to bother you. I wanted to delete your phone number, but I was very reluctant. I broadcast it to you by accident. If you really hate me, just hang up the phone."

Of course he didn't hate it, he was so happy!

"You, have you taken your medicine? Have you eaten?"

"No, no appetite."

"Where do you live? I'll come over."

"Why are you here? No need."

"Tell me where you live, or I'll have to ask someone else, it's just a twist." An Qianyu is born with a kind of resilience, and he must do what he decides. Since he cares about Pan Jie so much, he might as well go see it in person. Look, even concern about the illness of ordinary friends is not ugly.

"I don't care if you come here and infect you."

Pan Jie lived in a hotel not far from Wenhua Street.

When An Qianyu knocked on the door, Pan Jie was sniffing while wrapped in the hotel's white quilt, and the trash can on the floor was full of white toilet paper.

"Do you still have a fever?" He reached out to touch Pan Jie's forehead.

But Pan Jie shrank his head, nestled back into the bed and said, "No more burning, stay away from me!"

These words are a bit hurtful, my heart feels like being punched, and being hated by Pan Jie is a kind of blow.

Put the nutritious porridge you just bought at the porridge shop on the bedside table: "I bought porridge, let's get up and drink some."

"Put it there, I'll come by myself later."

The heart was punched again, and even the scar on his chest was aching.

An Qianyu carefully looked at the medicines thrown on the table, only one box