Mountains and rivers can drink together

The teahouse looks small from the outside, but it has a unique style inside. Behind it is a lush garden with pavilions, pavilions, mountains, rocks and flowing water. Round arches pass through nine-curved corridors. The southern gardens are exquisite, but they are refreshing enough in this noisy market.

The former owner of this garden was a truly elegant person, and every corner of the garden was carefully designed, but now there is only one person in the huge garden, which looks rather deserted.

Miss Su went straight to the kitchen. She tied up her jet-black hair with a wooden hairpin, and cooked a pot of Laba porridge with a strong aroma, adding a bit of fireworks to the cold garden.

Thinking about it, it was also Laba on the day she left Beiping, but there was no snow, and the weather was exceptionally clear, but the north wind was blowing, which made people feel cold to the bone. In the blink of an eye, it has been a year. There is no place that can make people happy. At that time, they should stay for a bowl of porridge.

Miss Su sighed, put down the spoon in her hand, and the pot of porridge gradually cooled down.

Day by day, the war is getting more and more fierce. Occasionally, the Japanese will go door-to-door to check people on the street. The women are afraid to go out, but Alan is brave enough to go to Miss Su's teahouse. It's more and more frequent.

Ever since she deliberately left her umbrella in the teahouse, she has found various reasons to meet Miss Su, but this Miss Su doesn't care about her own reputation despite her reputation as a strange person, letting this top kiln sister come in and out at will, Alan likes it more and more This Miss Su, although the two basically didn't have much conversation, but Miss Su's unique temperament made Alan very much want to make friends.

Alan doesn't know how to taste tea, and Miss Su didn't dislike it. Every time she came, she still brought out the high-quality goods in the store. Alan came here frequently, so she didn't treat herself as an outsider. Every time she came, she would bring some fashionable snacks. Miss Su also likes to eat, and she comes and goes, like two close friends, outsiders will always spit on them when they see each other: the so-called flies don't bite seamless eggs, even a vixen can't find a good housewife.

Spring began in a blink of an eye, and Alan got a piece of high-quality tea cake from a guest, thinking of sending it to Miss Su.

After entering the teahouse, the door is half-closed, the business of the teahouse is deserted, and usually there are not a half of customers, but Miss Su is not a lazy person. Every morning, she moves a chair to read a book in the outer hall, imitating Alan's words , that is more diligent than the ancient scholars rushing for the exam.

Alan had never been to the inner hall before, she thought that Miss Su would not get sick again, as the weather in spring gets warmer, people are prone to get sick, she lives alone, and there is no one to say hello, so she took the tea and opened the vermilion door roller blinds.

It was a piece of fresh green, and a cluster of winter jasmines bypassed the simple wooden frame and barely stopped at the upper corner of the bead curtain. The wind that blew past carried a faint scent. Alan had been to many high-ranking officials and dignitaries. In her house, she had never seen such an exquisite garden. She stopped and walked, unable to take her eyes away.

The vegetation in the garden grows randomly. At first glance, it looks a bit desolate, probably because there are no people. When the popularity decreases, the vegetation will start to be unrestrained.

Alan walked through the winding corridors and walked directly to the main hall. The road was clean. Suddenly, there was a sound of water, and Alan turned his head. It was probably Miss Su's bedroom. There were bamboo shoots breaking through the ground, she covered her lips and smiled slightly, maybe Miss Su was taking a bath.

She called Miss Su a few times, but no one answered, thinking that they were all women, she opened the door and walked in. Miss Su was sitting in a wooden barrel, surrounded by steam, and when she heard the sound of the door opening, she subconsciously stood up. Water drops slowly dripped down her body, her waist-length hair stuck to her back, and she looked at the person in surprise.

With a soft "bang", the tea in Alan's hand fell to the ground. She looked at Miss Su's flat chest and said nothing for a long while. She had seen many men's bodies, big ones, old ones, thin ones, and fat ones. , but she has never seen such a well-proportioned and thin appearance. I am afraid that this body has not been specially pruned, and it is even more delicate than a woman's. She was so stunned that she forgot to avoid suspicion. Already dressed, he walked over and passed by Alan without saying a word, and casually threw her a small plum blossom seal.

Alan took it subconsciously. People who are used to greet them in Fengyue Field, but at this time her ears were completely red. She carefully looked at the small seal of plum blossoms. It is a famous artist, the small plum blossom seal is adorned with light-colored tassels, and four words are engraved in lower case: Liu Su light seal.

Liu Suqing, the red and purple famous actor in Beiping city, no one in Fengyuechang knows this person, I heard that Boss Liu entered the Liyuan at the age of ten, and worshiped under the door of Liu Lanying, a famous actress in the Qing Dynasty. At the age of 15, he played the whole city of Beiping with the song "Drunken Concubine". I heard that someone was willing to spend [-] oceans to buy Boss Liu to smile.

Boss Liu is a proud man, but he doesn't care about those playboys. The more they are like this, the more popular they are. But Boss Liu has been popular for a few years, but he suddenly disappeared. No one knows where he is. where.

Some people said that he was hidden in the backyard by a big man, and some said that he followed an officer to the front line. In short, the legend became more and more ambiguous, but no one knew his whereabouts.

At that time, a group of theater fans made quite a fuss, and some even lost their wits about tea and dinner for Boss Liu, and almost met the King of Hades, but no one knew that Boss Liu was living alone in this not-so-prosperous small town, disguised and changed his appearance , living a life of idle clouds and wild cranes, if this was in the Taiping era, I am afraid that it will not become a legend if it is said.

Alan finally came to his senses, picked up the tea on the ground and walked out. Liu Suqing was wiping his hair outside the door. He was wearing a stone blue brocade robe, with jet-black hair, and the light makeup on his face was washed clean. It was Zhang Qingya's face, not feminine at all, he looked like a well-educated son of a famous family.

Alan was still a little embarrassed standing there. She made a promise for a long time before she said: "I don't know if it's Mr. Liu from Peiping. I've offended me these days. I wanted to send some tea today, but I met this guy." Waiting for embarrassing occasions, I am a dirty person, I am afraid that I have defiled your house."

Liu Su stopped lightly, turned around and looked at Alan, those ecstatic eyes were not so lingering after removing the light makeup, he smiled slightly: "Why do you say such insulting words to yourself, I will take the tea, if the girl doesn't If you don't like it, just keep coming here."

Alan has never met such a person before, so she can't figure out his thoughts. At first hearing what he said, she is not as lonely as in the legend. Learning to make a pot of tea, the heat is not enough, the tea fragrance can't come out, but she hates making tea, so Liu Su sighed lightly, took the teapot and poured out the tea.

He changed into women's clothes again, his face was covered with a layer of fine powder, and he couldn't tell what his mood was. When a pot of new tea was brewed, he knew as soon as he smelled it. Putting it in her hands was a waste.

Alan came more frequently. She was full of fat and powder, and the tea was easily stained, which always disturbed the fragrance. When she came, Liu Suqing was not bothered. She held a book and read it carefully. Sometimes Alan was dissatisfied: "It's so beautiful. , do you look as good as me?" Her voice was delicate, with a coquettish tone that women are used to, and there was a sense of grievance in her words.

Liu Su nodded without raising her head: "There is Yan Ruyu in the book."

Alan stomped his feet angrily, turned around and left the tea house, this opera singer was really puzzled.

Liu Su sighed lightly, closed the book, thought about someone carefully in her mind, picked up the paintbrush, and the affection in her eyes was about to turn into substance.

After he finished painting, he dried the ink, carefully rolled it up and put it in a drawer. Spring days are easy to miss, and life is always sad.