What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

When Guan Heng heard that there were no words, his expression eased, he pursed his lips, and looked outside deliberately.

I want to eat peaches, still the kind of small peaches that are half green but not red, crunchy, a little astringent but also a little sweet.

Jiang Jian frowned slightly, thought for a while and said, "If I have to describe the abstract feeling I like, maybe it's peaches. It looks very fresh and beautiful, and it tastes sour and sweet."

Guan Heng was stunned, he felt that he wanted to eat peaches more now.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, and Jiang Jian reminded after a while: "Fasten your seat belt."

Guan Heng looked around at the side of the seat before putting on the seat belt, and then smiled at Jiang Jian embarrassedly.

Jiang Jian drove the car into a small alley, turning a corner, and the crowded alley suddenly became bright, and there was actually a teahouse hidden inside.

Compared with the bustling restaurant last time, this one is obviously much more low-key.

After parking the car, Jiang Jianjian led Guan Jia to the gate. The gate was dark brown, and above the gate hung a plaque with the word Yixiang outlined in black characters with gold strokes.

Jiang Jian directly opened the door and walked in. Guan Jia glanced at it with interest. The pavilions, towers, pavilions, small bridges, flowing water, and jagged rocks all showed the master's taste.

A woman wearing a cheongsam walked up ahead, with a jade face and vermilion lips, she walked fast but very steadily, walked up to Jiang Jian and said with a smile:

"The last box is reserved for you today."

After speaking, he took out a wooden sign from somewhere and handed it over.

Jiang Jian took the wooden sign and smiled at the beauty, then led Guan Heng to a pavilion on the right.

He explained to Guan Heng: "The owner of this teahouse is a friend of mine, and he is a very interesting person. If there is a chance next time, I can bring you to meet him. The dim sum here is all handmade, and the daily supply limited."

Guan Heng silently followed behind him and replied: "Then I took advantage of Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Jian walked leisurely in the courtyard, and said after hearing this, "This light can be soaked in more."

From Guan Heng's point of view, although this place is a teahouse, it is a private room that is not close to each other. The people who come here are either rich or expensive, and they probably need to make an appointment in advance.

The name of Jiang Jian and his room is Ting Yuxuan. Pushing open the wooden door carved with complex patterns is the teahouse. After the two of them sat down, several women in white cheongsams embroidered with blue and white came in and put a complete set of tea sets on the table. Then exited the box.

Jiang Jian washed the tea set, boiled water, and then made a pot of tea. The set of actions was as smooth as running water.In the end, the pinning tea cup was turned upside down, the Wenxiang cup was handed to Guan Heng, and he said:

"Close your ears and listen while you open it."

Guan Heng put his ears close to the two cups and then gently took the smelling cup away, he heard the sound of bubbling spring water coming out of it, and the light fragrance of the tea also spread to the surroundings. I felt as if there was spring water flowing by my ears, and the corners of my mouth raised unconsciously.

Jiang Jian watched him finally smile and heaved a sigh of relief, took a sip of tea from her teacup.

Guan Heng carefully held the cup of tea and took a sip like Jiang Jian. In fact, as the young master of the Guan family, he should drink tea often, but because he often took medicine when he was a child, he didn't like these slightly bitter things. I like it too much.

It may be because he drank sweet and greasy milk tea before, so the slightly bitter tea was even more bitter in comparison. The bitter taste rushed from the tip of his tongue to the root of his tongue, and his brows furrowed for a moment, ready to put down the teacup.

Jiang Jian had been paying attention to his expression, and seeing that he was about to put down the glass, she said, "Take another two sips and savor it slowly."

Guan Heng obediently held up the teacup and took a few more sips slowly. The bitterness of the tea filled his mouth at once, but after a while, the sweetness returned, and the astringency was covered by a slight sweetness.

He couldn't help but took a few more sips, and he finished the glass just like that. Looking at the empty glass, he glanced at Jiang Jian as if aggrieved.

Jiang Jian smiled and poured Guan Jia for him a few more times before putting down the teacup in satisfaction.

He took out the handkerchief and handed it to Guan Jia to let him wipe the tea stains around his mouth, and after he finished wiping, he rang the bell hanging in the room.

Two people walked in quickly outside, one of them cleaned up the tea set, and the other put the plated food on the table in his hand, and then retreated.

There are some exquisite pastries on the table. Although they are handmade, they are not rough, and the degree of delicacy is no less than machine-made.

Jiang Jian held out a plate of icing bean cakes to Guan Heng and said, "This is hibiscus sorbet, try it."

Guan Heng carefully picked one up. The hibiscus sorbet is actually made of mung beans, but each piece of sorbet has a hibiscus flower outlined on it. taste.

In fact, Guan Heng doesn’t like sweets in all his meals. Sweets are both hope and despair for him. Milk tea dilutes his aversion to liquid liquids, but because of candied dates, he has a feeling for sweets that need to be chewed. hostility.

But this one is different, it's not that disgusting greasy feeling, but a fresh and soft taste, he watched the smile in Jiang Jian's eyes and swallowed it unconsciously.

Guan Jia's mouth bulged and ate a few more times, and some powder remained around his mouth. Jiang Jian saw it and handed him a paper to wipe his mouth.

Fearing that Guan Heng would be cold, he rang the bell again to ask the waiter to bring a small blanket.

Concerned about Guan Heng's injured hand, he went around the wooden table and carefully covered Guan Heng's legs with a blanket.

After Guan Heng finished eating the hibiscus sorbet, he was led by Jiang Jian to eat cheese sweet potatoes, Yunlu cake slices, and special sour plum cold skin...

When the two of them had almost eaten, the sky also became dark.

Lanterns were lit one by one on some covered bridges outside the box, and they were connected in series and swayed with the wind, which was really beautiful.

"This is a bit like that, the old red lantern." Guan Heng reached out and touched a red lantern in front of him.

"The owner of this teahouse is a nostalgic person, and he especially likes old things." Jiang Jian explained while paying attention to the road.

Fearing that Guan Heng would recall those bad things before, he said again: "It's good to recall the good old things once in a while, the most important thing is to move forward."

Guan Heng thought for a while in silence, does he have good past?When he was trapped in the old house, he always thought of those disgusting things over and over again.

Can you really move forward?He is willing to go forward with Jiang Jian, but there are still some unsightly things blocking his way, he has to deal with those dirty bugs slowly, Guan Heng closed his eyes to prevent Jiang Jian from seeing him The maliciousness in the eyes churned.

The author has something to say: When you are sad, eat something sweet, not only will you feel better, but you will also gain weight (?-ω-`)