Xinke

Chapter No.16 Tea and Smoke

Boil water, scrub, clear heart.

When Qin Qianyu woke up, he treated Yan Xiao to tea as if nothing had happened.

Seeing from his eyes, Lin Xiao seemed to be unconscious of what happened the night before, leaving only the silence like tea left overnight.

Lin Xiao only goes to drink tea in the bustling teahouses, it is as light as clear water, and it is tasted by the chattering gossip of tea customers.

Tea Binger also chewed his teeth.

Sitting quietly and upright like this, like a bodhisattva on a Buddhist altar waiting to inhale incense sticks, he feels a little uncomfortable.

But seeing Young Master Xiaoyan sitting and watching Qin Qianyu make tea seriously, he also felt relieved.

The little boy sat at the table with his hands on his cheeks, his eyes were full of interest, his wide red sleeves slid down, revealing his frosty wrists.

Lin Xiao felt very much like the overwhelming Shuo Xue in last night's dream.

If the red fox is Xiaoyan?Who is that man in white?Why do you have the same face as yourself?

The "seeing through" that dripped into his eyes seemed to have planted a strange seed, and some vague and strange stories always grew out.

Only an ordinary large transparent glass tea bowl is prepared, with tea leaves at the bottom of the bowl.

After a night of wind, no one clears up the paved poplar and ginkgo leaves, which make a "cha-cha" sound when stepped on.

A pour of clear water falls high, stirring up thin golden tea needles, rolling and boiling, ups and downs.

Seven percent is full of water, three percent is full of meaning, tea falls and love lasts.

After the hustle and bustle and struggle, settle down at the bottom, toast and stop talking about everything.

Only the faint fragrance remains, lingering in the room.

One or two thin puffs of smoke also rose continuously.

Qin Qianyu didn't take out a small cup to share the tea, just waiting for the smoke on the teacup to become more and more intense.

Inside the long mist and mist, the shape of a small mountain was outlined.

There are layers of ocher-colored mountain rocks, and emerald green and deep green moss and water colors flow down from the top of the mountain.

And vaguely, I can see some pavilions standing in dangerous places.

"I'll give you a ride." Qin Qianyu raised his sleeves, spread his wings, and then flapped them, "No matter what the past is, this farewell will be indefinite."

Lin Xiao's feet were unsteady, a small whirlwind suddenly started, and everything in the cave became turbulent and shaking.

The pages of the book were flying, and a piece of paper was "slapped" on Lin Xiao's face, and his face was covered with the smell of old ink.

Without taking the paper away, Lin Xiao hurriedly went to hold the hand of Young Master Xiaoyan beside him.

Hurriedly finally caught his hand, with thin fingers and soft palm, different from his own hands with cracks on the rough ground in winter.

The little red fox is not the color of fire, but it is made of snow. It was a little chilly, so he held his hand back tightly.

Lin Xiao couldn't care less about the fluttering of his heart, and raised his other hand to pull the paper off his face.

A sudden irresistible suction pulled him and everyone around him off the ground like carrots, and swept him into the wind.

When he finally took off the paper on his face, he took a closer look and couldn't help but blushed with embarrassment.

When Yan Xiao came over to look at it, Lin Xiao had already crumpled up the page and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Gudu" swallowed it, Lin Xinke hiccupped several times, the taste was too bad.

He also said that he was a god, why did he read all kinds of unpalatable books?

It's fine for him to look at it, and it's okay to eat it, it's a crime to spoil the fox boy!

As for the later, when Lin Xiao swallowed something, Lin Xiao never backed down.

Keep your mouth shut like a big porcelain vase.

But after the fog and the whirlwind passed, Lin Xiaozheng fell into a shallow stream.

The whole body flung itself on the pitted small round pebbles, choking so much that he had to open his mouth to take a deep breath before raising his head.

A poor little fish with black scales didn't have time to turn around, and rushed straight into the mouth of Xiao Xinke with too much regret.

Little Xinke stood up from the water with a "thump" and sneezed a huge sneeze before spitting out the little fish.

The little fish was so frightened that he got into the gap between the pebbles and dared not come out again.

Water drops flowed down the thick black eyebrows, the corners of the smiling eyes, and the straight bridge of the nose, drawing the curve of the chin, flowing into the closed front of the clothes, and overflowing to the cuffs.

When it hit the water, there were small ripples.

Even a little delicate air came out.

A moment ago, Master Fox, who was still leaning against the big rock on the bank and covering his stomach with a smile, was also slightly taken aback.

At the next moment, Lin Xiao, who hadn't been a handsome young man for a moment, danced and danced like a fire, and frantically touched the things on his back.

Fortunately, even if he hit the ground on his face, he finally saved the things he was going to give away.

In the end, Yanxiao watched Lin Xiao shiver several times, shook his head, and cast a small spell to dry him out.

One person and one fox collected their minds and looked at the surrounding scenery.

Half sunny and half cloudy, the green hills are full of smoke, gathering and dispersing suddenly, the moss is as old as the old, and the ancient trees become forests.

There were no traces of people and animals, only the small stream that Lin Xiao fell into just now, meandering away to the distance.

Is it the mountain in the tea bowl?

Or back to Xiaokong Mountain?

Lin Xiao scratched his hair and went to see Yanxiao.

The fox boy in red was sitting cross-legged on the boulder, and took out a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus candies from the package on Lin Xiao's back.

After he rolled one with the tip of his tongue and put it in his mouth, he puffed up his cheeks and said, "How do I know? I haven't been to Blue Bird Cliff either."

Lin Xiao was about to sigh again, but saw something floating far away in the stream.

The object was getting closer and closer, and it wobbled to the front.

A small paper boat made of cyan sprinkled gold colored paper landed firmly in front of their eyes.

Mr. Fox jumped down from the rock, picked up the paper boat with his hand, and took it apart in twos and twos.

"Wearing the guests, I will come to carry them by boat."

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The author has something to say: ps.This tea in Zhongshan came from someone on Weibo who drew a picture of a bowl, a spoon, and a landscape. I found it very interesting~