Running with the ball, being vicious and rebellious, making her cry

The woman just felt unwell all over.

Song Qian was playing with the woman's hands with both of his hands.

He smiled softly and said, “Xiao Yu, Lushan Cloud Tea is a traditional unfermented donkey tea, but it can be considered a royal tribute tea.

I thought you would choose this tea, but unexpectedly you chose Silver Needle Baihao...

It's a good choice. This tea... you see."

After saying that, the man let go of the woman's hand.

He stretched out his big palm.

Han Jinyu saw a few long tea leaves with a white tint in the man's palm.

The woman didn't understand tea, she just looked at the long white strips in the man's palm.

She just looked at the man's bloodshot eyes and felt a little frightened.

She asked, "Song Qian, could this be the Baihao Silver Needle?"

Song Qian looked at the woman with his narrow red eyes and smiled faintly.

He nodded and said, "That's right, look at the obvious whiteness of the surface of this tea.

Its appearance is as slender as a needle, and this Baihao Yinzhen is the beauty among teas.

So, I say that drinking tea with beautiful women around you is just right.”

Han Jinyu looked at the man's palm which seemed to be dead white.

Therefore, the Baihao Silver Needle tea does not seem to be very white in contrast.

Han Jinyu, who knew nothing at all, just waved his hands in boredom and said, "What?

I don’t see any beauty in the tea, just drink tea and watch the show.

Why are you so particular? It's so annoying."

The woman originally wanted to lean back and sit more comfortably.

However, she didn't expect that her wrist would be grabbed by the man's cold, pale hand again.

A silver needle fell on the pear wood table.

There were a few white Han Yinzhen strands stuck between their skin, making them feel even more uncomfortable.

There was something unnatural about the woman.

She still couldn't pull her hand away.

What is this man doing!

The man just looked at Han Jinyu and smiled faintly: "Xiaoyu, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the trees.

Song Qian, I like you, do you know that?

Han Jinyu just felt that her wrist was grabbed by the male ghost.

Just a chill spread all over her wrist.

Her wrists were almost numb from the cold.

Han Jinyu felt somewhat unnatural.

She tried to keep her neck straight and swallowed hard.

She said in a daze: "Song Qian, let's talk it out.

We drank tea and talked. I am really...really thirsty."

The male ghost nodded with a straight face and said, "I am also a ghost who has been thirsty for a long time."

Han Jinyu was secretly puzzled and suspected that there was something wrong with her ears.

She asked uncertainly: "Song Qian, what are you talking about?"

Song Qian laughed when he heard this, as if it were a magic trick.

He first took out two covered bowls with white background and green grass patterns and placed them in front of the woman.

Then, there is a silver-white porcelain fairness cup.

Song Qian suddenly took out a brown teapot and placed it in the woman's hand.

He said: "This purple clay teapot is called the Half Moon Teapot.

It can be said that among the three thousand rivers of water, I only want to take one pot from you.

I really like it, so I give it to you."

After saying this, the man solemnly placed the half-moon pot in the woman's palm.

Han Jinyu hurriedly put the purple clay teapot with a picture of a fisherman fishing on it on the table.

The woman said in a panic: "Song Qian, can you please make your tea properly?

I...I don’t like it..."

She doesn't like being teased by male ghosts!

She didn't know what to say for a moment.

But suddenly I saw a lot more tea sets on the table.

I didn't know when a pot of water was boiling beside me.

White hot air rose up a little.

It seems like it's about to boil.

The table is equipped with tea lids, tea spoons, tea towels, six tea trays, scented cups, etc.

Song Qian was fiddling with the tea set seriously, looking up at her, pretending not to know.

He asked, "What doesn't Xiaoyu like?"

Han Jinyu didn't know how to say what she hadn't finished saying.

She had no choice but to suddenly pick up a teacup on the table.

She smiled at Song Qian and said, "I really like the blue pattern painted on this teacup.

There are mountains and houses, with all kinds of patterns.

The clasp of this green teacup is not flat, but curved.

Looks like flower petals, so pretty.

Song Qian, why do you have so many kinds of teacups here? "

Song Qian started to make tea while looking at the woman with a faint smile.

He said: "Teacups are divided into host cups and guest cups.

What you hold in your left hand is the bent-waist cup, which is the main cup.

That mountain and that house is an allusion from Tao Qian.

And what you hold in your right hand is the guest cup.

The cup has an uneven rim because it is made to imitate lotus petals, so it is called a lotus petal cup.

The male ghost said this while holding a boiling kettle.

Start rinsing the spout and lid of the teapot, as well as the teacup, on the half-moon pot.

Just watching the male ghost washing the pot is quite interesting.

He poured scalding hot water over the teapot.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or something, but it rose up with the hot air.

It seems that there is a different smell in the air.

Han Jinyu just smiled and said, "It's really interesting to watch Song Qian make tea."

As she spoke, she looked at the man and smiled.

Except for his pair of ghostly red eyes which were a little more fiery.

This Song Qian looks a bit effeminate.

But, to be honest, it's not too ugly.

If you look closely at his appearance, he is quite pleasing to the eye.

The woman was holding her face with her hands, thinking about something.

Suddenly, I heard cheers from the audience.

"Good!"

……

Han Jinyu poked her head out to look around curiously.

I saw it on the wooden pavilion downstairs.

She couldn't see clearly what the scenery on the stage was - the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers.

But I saw the official wearing a black gauze hat holding a red book in his hand.

He strode onto the stage.

And the official was actually wearing a white gown.

But the cuffs of his shirt were embroidered with blue and golden stripes that looked like ancient trees or something.

It was surprisingly similar to the white gown Song Qian was wearing.

At this time, Song Qian also put on the same small crown that Guan Sheng on the stage wore.

Han Jinyu watched the official student walk a few steps below and start singing.

She stretched out her finger and pointed at the official in the audience.

She said, "Song Qian, the clothes that the singer is wearing are similar to what you are wearing!"

The man is still moving his hands.

After making tea, it is time to brew it.

After brewing, Song Qian took the fairness cup and started pouring tea.

The male ghost poured tea and said with a smile: "Xiao Yu,

I died on the stage!"

The man's tone was calm and mixed with laughter.

That attitude and the content of those words are very inconsistent.

Han Jinyu was completely stunned when he heard this.

She was horrified.

After a long time, Han Jinyu slowly turned around.

She stared at the man in front of her, whose face was a little long but whose facial features were still good-looking.

Apart from that pair of blood-red eyes, he didn't look like a dead person.

It took a long time for the woman to find her own voice.

She asked nervously, "Song Qian, you said...you died on the stage? Could it be..."

Song Qian took the tea tray and the lotus-petal cup and handed a bowl of tea to the woman.

The man smiled faintly and said, "Xiao Yu, would you like to try this Baihao Silver Needle?"

Watching the man making a please gesture to her with his bare hands.

The woman just took it blankly.

When she took the teacup,

There seemed to be a flash of disappointment in the man's eyes.

It was just a fleeting moment.

Nothing seems real.

The woman just looked down at the tea in the cup, which was surprisingly pale.

It seems like white tea.

It has a light yellow tint, but it becomes cuter the more you look at it.

The woman took a sip and said with a helpless smile: "It's a waste for me to drink this tea.

I couldn’t even taste anything.”

Song Qian also took a sip of tea.

He looked at the woman and smiled slowly, "That's not the case.

The strength of tea actually varies from person to person.

However, it is enough to know it in your heart.

Xiaoyu, I still think you will understand. "

"I believe you." These four words lingered in my throat for several times.

Song Qian didn't say it after all, but his Adam's apple rose and fell a few times in discomfort.