Green and black floating fragrance

Shisan

Neither of them had a meal, so they walked around the food stalls on the street. Heizi didn't have much appetite, so he only ate a bowl of glutinous rice soup, and the rest of the snacks went into Qingfeng's stomach.

Lanterns and curtains are hung under the eaves on both sides of the street, and the house [of the house: vendors in the temple fair. ] Neatly arranged in a row, the whole street is full of people coming and going, the girls are all wearing brightly colored bathrobes, and their wings are folded into beautiful pleats, like butterfly wings attached to their backs, lively and agile; The woman whose clothes reached the ground, afraid of being stepped on, carefully chose the quiet place where there were few people, and her lover didn't care, and the two gradually left the street to have a private conversation.

Qingfeng slowed down, and Heizi walked side by side with him. The two of them played all the way, Qingfeng caught two terracotta figurines, and Heizi and Heizi took them one by one.

"Bang——" There was a heavy bang from the shrine, and the crowd rushed towards the direction of the drumming. Afraid that Heizi would be separated from him, Qingfeng grabbed his hand and told him, "You've done it, don't talk to me." Squeezed away."

The man in the open space in front danced a big round first [big round: the dancers come out neatly, or circle around before the final dance exits. ], all the people around clapped their hands. The dancing man’s movements were exaggerated, his arms were wide open. He was only wearing a foot bag, and he fell to the ground step by step with the beat of the drum. Behind him was a man with a taiko drum tied around his waist. Immediately afterwards, something seemed to be singing in his mouth.

Shouting and shouting followed the beat of Japanese drums, and some people also jumped up following the movements of the dancers, humming the tune of "Dancing Comes Back".

Although Qingfeng was very active, he also felt that it was too noisy, and he was not sure if Heizi liked it. He was probably very happy to see this kind of dance for the first time?The man leading the dance moved forward slowly, and the crowd followed suit. Qingfeng frowned slightly, and walked forward holding Heizi.

People kept joining along the way, and with the dense drumming, the circle became narrower and narrower, Heizi was squeezed and bumped, Qingfeng gave him a vicious look, and grabbed Heizi's hand tightly.

"...Mr. Qingfeng."

There were people yelling all around his ears, Qingfeng vaguely heard Heizi calling him, and tickled the fingers he was holding.

"What's the matter? Ah Zhe?" Qingfeng thought that he was holding on too tightly, so he slightly loosened his fingers and asked back.

They just paused like this, and someone came in from behind, separating them.The sound was covered by the boiling voices and drums, and Qingfeng shouted, "Azhe, have you been squeezed?"

He couldn't see Heizi, and when he turned his head, there were faces he didn't recognize, which looked extraordinarily hazy under the warm lights, gradually melting into the darkness, and the people behind kept swarming forward. finger, waiting for Heizi to stop and walk slowly.

The drum beat was still fast, but the speed of the tourists slowed down. Qingfeng felt a finger touch the back of his finger, he slightly loosened the fingertips he was holding tightly, and suddenly a few more fingers appeared in the palm of his hand, he gently After tugging, the opponent's palm came up.

The cuffs were squeezed a little wrinkled, and a few strands of curly hair were scattered around the cheeks.Heizi's cheeks were flushed, probably because he had been in the crowd for too long, and he was uncomfortable, and he was panting as he walked.

Qingfeng stood there, watching Heizi approaching step by step, and the opposite crowd around him became a blurred background.

Just like a boat tied to a reef, as long as the rope is still firmly tied, the boat can always drift back to the docked place with the current.

This somewhat funny and inappropriate metaphor slipped through Qingfeng's mind, and he subconsciously held Heizi's hand even tighter.

Under the bright yellow light, Heizi's face was coated with a layer of gold powder, the color was sweet like a juicy peach; the thin earlobes were covered with a layer of fine down, which was extraordinarily soft and lovely.

Sensing that Qingfeng was holding his hand tightly, Heizi squeezed his palm to show his reassurance, then raised his head and smiled at Qingfeng.

The face dressed up by the girl in the dream that night overlapped with this face.

It is also the same ambiguous orange warm color...

It's the same person...

It's the same tea fragrance...

It's not that I was bewitched by anything, but...

He bent down as if possessed by a demon, and in an instant, the crowd around him disappeared with the beat of the drum, leaving only the fragrance that overflowed and drifted away.

"Azhe...I..."

More than half a month has passed since the summer festival, but when Qingfeng thought of what happened that night, his face was still flushed with embarrassment.

If it wasn't for the fireworks that happened to be set off, the loud noise of the fireworks scattered all over the place brought him back to his senses, otherwise he would have kissed Heizi on the street.

Also because of that sound, Heizi happened to look up, and Qingfeng's lips barely brushed against Heizi's ear.

He didn't know whether to thank the firework or blame it.

He didn't know if Heizi felt it.

Qingfeng slashed at the wooden post with a sword, did he know or not?

He was getting annoyed with himself, hesitating like a girl.

The monthly assessment has passed, and now there are only three people left except Qingfeng. If there is no accident, this is the samurai who has been selected.

You can go back again tomorrow, and then you will continue to train until you leave.

Seeing Ah Zhe, what do you want to say?

There seems to be a conscript in Texas. If you leave now, when will you be able to come back?

Thinking that when he came back, he might have to face a woman with the surname Hei Zifu, Qingfeng clenched his fists.

Qingfeng jumped off the roof and searched around the backyard, but he didn't see the shadow of Heizi.

As soon as he came back, he was going to go to Heizi to explain clearly. He thought about his argument all night, but he didn't expect that Heizi was not there at all.

Is there anything more annoying than this?Qingfeng crossed his legs, twitching the reed flower in his hand again and again, even though he told this guy that he would be back today, he still dared to run around.

Footsteps could be heard faintly outside the yard, and Qingfeng dodged to hide.

Although the man's footsteps were light, they were a little hurried, as if there was something urgent.Qingfeng secretly guessed who it would be. Azhe's footsteps were light and steady, but the old man's words seemed heavy. He has been here for so long, and he has never seen a few attendants come to the backyard. Could it be a thief?

The guts got fat, and they even stole here.Qingfeng hid behind the pillar and waited with bated breath, his blue hair brushed the corner of his eyes, Qingfeng froze for a moment, then hooked the opponent's neck, and pressed him into his arms.

He put his head in his arms, the other party struggled, Qingfeng pressed the other party hard, and rubbed his hair vigorously, "Azhe, where did you go?"

"Hmm... Aomine-kun, let me go..."

"Let's be honest first, huh?" Qingfeng said sinisterly, and immediately, there was a familiar pain in his thigh.

"Hiss... Ah Zhe, why are you here again..."

Heizi straightened his disheveled hair and collar, then patted the hakama, "Because Aomine-kun doesn't have a long memory every time."

"That's because I came back to find you not here...of course I was a little angry." Qingfeng rubbed his thighs, "I thought it was a thief who came in at first."

Heizi's face showed a faint surprise, Qingfeng felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and patted his head, "What's wrong?"

"I thought Aomine-kun would go to Mr. Sasaki first." Heizi shook his head and returned to his usual indifferent expression, "I just went to Mr. Sasaki's to wait for you."

"Why do you think I'll go to the stinky old man first..." Although his mouth twisted, Qingfeng's heart was full of excitement, "I have something to tell you, and I'll come here as soon as I let it go."

"Well, I also have something to tell Qingfeng-kun." Heizi nodded.

"Huh..." Qingfeng blinked in surprise, "Hey, Ah Zhe, tell me first."

Heizi raised his head and looked directly at Qingfeng:

"I've already decided on the theme of the Crown Ceremony Tea Party." The beautiful blue color seemed to become even more eye-catching, "I hope that the first tea-tasting guest I invite will be Qingfeng-kun."

"The floating world is uncertain, floating here and there for a while, I only hope that two or three wabi people will sit and drink together, and enjoy the moon and snowflakes together."

Heizi, who changed into a plain kimono, came out and led Qingfeng into the tea garden. Because it was a practice place, he couldn't take care of all the clothes, so he just set aside a piece of land in the backyard.Before Qingfeng heard that Heizi said that the tea court was called "Ludi" in the tea ceremony circle, there seems to be some allusion [Ludi: Taken from the Buddhist scriptures, the practicing Bodhisattva rushed through the fire house in the three realms to reach the dew, which means that the tea court in the tea ceremony is not a place for fun, but For the place of practice. ], he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and carefully observed the small courtyard.

A red lantern hangs on the lamp-hanging stone pillar, and the ghostly fire jumps in it, printing a halo on the rock below. The stone is as white as frost, with a coldness.

A dead tree as tall as a person stood beside it, with bent branches, and the bare branches stretched forward, directly above the white stone, making the moth-eaten scars on it even more ugly and terrifying.

This dead tree, a piece of white stone, is only quiet, which makes people feel a bit like winter.

There is also a circle of crushed stones under the white stone, some as big as a fist, some as small as a fingernail, square or round, with mottled colors, most of them are gray-black, and together with pure white, they look marred. Looking at other places, gray stones were scattered randomly on this piece of sand, and I couldn't find any white one like the one in front of me.

The other stones are not as round as the one in front of me. There are no edges and corners on the white stone, and it has been smoothed out. Those gray stones are not good stones, with sharp edges, curved corners, and pits.

"Leaves fall and flowers wither, life is short, carefree, happy to seek a pure land."

"The eyes and places are not real, the dry moss and fine grass are all in the heart."

Qingfeng took a closer look, and saw light yellow withered grass emerging from the gray and black stones, and moss marks on the potholes of the boulders, but the weather was dry and gradually withered. When next year, it will probably be a scene of spring breeze blowing again.

Heizi nodded in understanding, and Heizi didn't say much. The two walked slowly back to the tea room. Heizi took a long-handled water ladle to wash his hands and rinse his mouth, then handed it to Qingfeng, and said softly: "Water and soup can wash tea towels and tea whisks , and the ladle can cleanse the heart.” [From Lixiu Baishi. ]

Following his example, Qingfeng fetched water, washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, put away the towel fan that Heizi had given him before, and entered the tea room.

Heizi has been a bit indifferent since the tea party, and Qingfeng knows it's not because he is reticent, but because he wants to integrate himself into the theme of the tea party——

He is on the upper hand side of Heizi [upper hand side: the left side. ] Sitting down, Heizi got up and went to the water house to get the utensils.Qingfeng stared closely at the figure kneeling on the tatami to make a fire and boil water, Su Qing's sleeves swayed with gestures, everything was done calmly.

The painting in the alcove has been changed, this time it is a set of calligraphy characters, and there is only a word "Fu" on the white paper, which is vigorous and powerful, and I don't know which master's calligraphy it is; the previous little flower is gone, replaced by a A rough pottery basin, filled with some clear water, and a branch of red maple leaning on the side.The tip of the maple leaf in the clear water curled up, and the withered yellow one seemed to shatter when touched. It floated quietly on the water surface with the wind, facing the fiery red one on the branch.

Incense sticks were lit in the room, and the water vapor rose up. Heizi took a piece of tea cake and roasted it carefully in front of the tea stove. He turned his wrist slightly, calmly, so that every part of the tea cake could be heated. After a while, the tea Small bubbles appeared on the cake. Heizi moved the tea cake into a small bowl, smashed it with a small hammer, and picked up the tea mill to grind it finely.

His eyes were lowered, his face was indifferent, but the movements in his hands were very fast. The tea was crushed to pieces by him, and the faint fragrance of the tea also came out. It felt extremely sweet and warm when inhaled, as if it was still burning with fire. Toasted and warm.

Drain the clear stream and burn the charcoal, boil the water to float the white waves, scoop two spoonfuls of tea powder, pour the boiling water into it like a thread, stir the tea whisk with Wu salt, and the green tea like ointment, gradually boil it, gently lift your wrist, the milk mist will surge for a while, until the big bowl is four Only three-thirds of the way can be stopped, as if Qingping was born in Youtan, or like a tree flower falling in a flowing stream.

The dreamlike beauty disappeared after a while, leaving only a pool of faint clear water.Heizi picked up the tea bowl and placed it in front of Qingfeng, "Mr. Qingfeng, please use it."

His whole set of movements was as graceful as flowing clouds and flowing water, done in one go, calm and unhurried, he never looked at the bowl of tea after putting down the tea bowl, and only looked at Qingfeng quietly with a slight smile.

Qingfeng picked up the tea bowl and saw Heizi through the tea mist.

His back is straight and his blue eyes are full of confidence.

In the room full of tea fragrance, only Qingfeng's "tsk tsk" sound [expressing praise for the master's good tea is left. ].

Qingfeng returned the tea bowl to Heizi, straightened up and walked slowly in front of Heizi.

— There is no other person like this.

"Azhe...I'm leaving..." He held Heizi's shoulder——Qingfeng found that he couldn't use a single word he had thought up all night.

Can't speak.

His hand should be tightly held, but Qingfeng had no time to worry about it. He leaned forward and nodded the other person's forehead clumsily, meeting Heizi's slightly widened eyes in surprise.

"When I come back...you must be a very good tea master..."