Moth

This tea house has a unique facade, and the inside is also unique.

It does not have the big tea tables that you can see as soon as you enter the ordinary teahouse, but piles of tall tea tree bonsai, which are quite cleverly connected into a few lines that seem to be messy but are patchy, dividing the inner space. open.There are also rows of flute and bamboo pipes, twisted into twists by that wicked hand, pinching their waists and twisting their bodies, no matter how you look at it, you feel wronged.

A doctor of tea sprinkled water on these plants back and forth with a bamboo shower in his hand, and the whole teahouse was so cool that one couldn't bear to leave after sitting down.

Layers of tea trees and bamboo rafts block people's sight, and Liu Changzhou's good eye can rest completely.He held up his hands in a rather shabby manner, as if he was afraid of the cold, he put them in his sleeves without embarrassing himself, and directly chose a small cubicle by the window and sat down.

Jin Dou thought of himself very much, so he consciously jumped onto the bamboo cushion opposite the master, put his two paws on the low table, and stopped moving.

As soon as the buttocks were seated, a doctor of tea came to serve him, and the little brother said with a blank face: "Guest officer, I am sorry that this shop does not serve animals."

Liu Changzhou was purely here to find fault. He squinted one eye and returned a wooden face: "My son, Jin Dou, he said you are a beast, are you?"

Jin Dou stood up majestically and domineeringly, the old cucumber bared its teeth as if it was painted green, and let out a low grunting sound from its throat, and then, with a standard hungry tiger pounced on its food, it grabbed the wooden face The little brother pressed it under his paw.It sniffed back and forth on the face of the tea doctor for a while, licked it a few times, sat down comfortably on the little brother, and wagged its tail at Liu Changzhou shamelessly.

The little brother was so embarrassed, he was a little slow to react, and when he was overturned by an old dog and the overall situation was settled, he said "ah" with a very long reflex arc, and his limbs started to flop around.

Liu Changzhou: "..." Seriously, since Jin Dou got older, he has never overturned others so easily, and every time he has to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties to succeed.

He was about to beckon Jin Dou back, when he saw Jin Dou's nose twitched in the middle of the folds of his face, and suddenly ran towards the door with lightning speed, with his front paws to one side Stepping on the edge of the colored tea pot, it suddenly flew into the air and flew towards a point. By the time it landed, it had already flown to the street.

Liu Changzhou poked his head out of the window, and saw with one eye that Jin Dou had a roast chicken in his mouth, eating happily.

"Guest officer, I, Xie Qingyun, is the shopkeeper here. The guy is offended, so I'm here to accompany you on his behalf."

A young man in a brown robe walked in through the gap in the enclosed compartment.This person is about twenty years old, with an oval face and squinted eyes. People who say "specially save space for the face" probably look like this.His onion nose can probably be pinched with hands to have a three-dimensional effect, and his lips are extremely thin, almost like squinting eyes.

When he came in, he pulled the wooden-faced boy up first, ordered him to serve a pot of fragrant camellia tea, and then sent him out.

Liu Changzhou struggled to stare at that person for a long time before finally finding the person's mouth and eyes.

He habitually put his right hand on the table, and tapped his fingertips from little finger to thumb on the table in turn. Slender bones floated up from the slender fingers one by one, and just the right joints were looming, and the hands like chicken feet could be sharpened.

He knocked twice in the end, and the corners of his mouth slowly pulled up, creating an effect of grinning from the ear to the ear with the scar: "Are you the leader?"

A smile floated on Xie Qingyun's face: "My host's family is out of town, can the guest officer tell me anything?"

As soon as Liu Changzhou stretched out his hand, the wide sleeves of his robe brushed across the table: "Sit down. In this way, can I lend Mr. Wushan's "A Journey on the River at Night" in the main hall?"

Xie Qingyun stood still, bowing his waist slightly: "I'm so sorry, this painting is my master's favorite, I'm afraid it's not convenient to borrow it out." Come?"

Liu Changzhou looked away, returned to his expressionless face, casually pulled a chicken feather from the feather fan, without even looking at it, stretched out his arm out of the window, and beat the chicken feather in a certain direction with all his strength.Then suddenly there was a particularly stern dog snort on the street, Liu Changzhou smiled, and said abruptly: "Listen to Dad, for the next month, heh, heh, eat radishes."

Xie Qingyun: "..."

His angle was just right enough to see a large area in front of the store, and he could just see the dog lying slumped in the middle of the road, and the roast chicken in its mouth was cut off in half along the edge of the dog's mouth.The dog was still in a dazed state, looking at the half of the chicken that flew into Jiudao Bay in a mess, its two bright black round eyes seemed to be wet.

He was really amazed by this move, and he was very curious about this stranger who appeared in the teahouse for the first time.It is true that there is a long knife scar on his face, but the scar is regular and thin, crawling on the cheek, but the rest of the scar, the skin color is paler than the local people who are often exposed to the sun.

Before he could figure out why, a small white object suddenly fell in front of him, and he subconsciously reached out to catch it, but his hands barely brushed against the object and missed each other.

The little bauble fell to the floor without any suspense, and broke into two halves with a crisp sound.

Xie Qingyun: "..." What's going on!

Liu Changzhou raised his eyebrows, stood up straight, lifted the hem of his clothes and squatted down carelessly, picked up the pieces and "tsk tsk" like a rascal: "Oh, it's broken." He raised his head and stretched out his palms , a malicious light flickered in the willow-like eyes: "Shopkeeper, my ancestral jade, just such a piece of Kungang jade, was broken by you, what do you think?"

Xie Qingyun has never met such a playful person.Most of the people who come and go in this teahouse are literati who read and punctuate sentences. Of course, there are also some ordinary people and local hooligans, but I have never seen such people who are all the top among hooligans.And now he can finally understand what the old ancestor said about "a scholar meets a soldier, it's unreasonable to explain"—is this person here to touch porcelain?

His face turned cold, and the corners of his mouth were flattened: "Guest officer, what you said is not a coincidence. Is there a third person who can prove that it was broken by me?"

Liu Changzhou seemed to have expected him to say this, and said slowly: "Of course there is no third person who can prove that you didn't break it." He didn't think it was enough, so he played a bastard philistine face, adding fuel to the fire "Do you want to report to the government? That's no coincidence, the magistrate is my brother-in-law."

Xie Qingyun's face was livid: "What exactly do you want?"

Liu Changzhou had waited for this sentence. He stood up and straightened his clothes, took out a jade piece the size of a baby's palm from his sleeve pocket, and handed it over. He straightened his face, and pointed to the "A Journey on the River in the Evening Years", Said: "Calligraphy and painting. I only borrow it for half a month. If the shopkeeper is not at ease, I will mortgage this thing to you. You can pick it up this time." He threw it over, and then threw the feather fan out again.

The handle of the feather fan hit the nail hanging the scroll, and there was a sound of metal falling on the ground, and then a large painting slowly fell down with a splash.Liu Changzhou swayed there leisurely, and when he reached the place, the painting happened to fall into his hands.He didn't know how to cherish at all, he pinched the painting scrolls on both sides in a mess, pinched his elbows in a mess, raised the feather fan, and walked away collapsed.

Xie Qingyun: "..."

He held the jade in his hand angrily, and was about to run after it.

"Qing Yun, give it to him."

A slender man came out from behind the last row of bamboo flutes in the hall on the first floor.

The man's hair brushed his shoulders with black hair, making his complexion abnormally pale.His eyes were sleepily half-closed, his thin eyelashes curved into an arc, and there were red marks pressed out of the bamboo mat on the side of his face.

He yawned, stretched out a hand and slapped his face mercilessly, as if intending to wake himself up with this slap, but failed.His sleepy voice came out: "Didn't you see the talisman on his belt? It's in the yamen." On the thumb of his hand was a very simple jade wrench, which made his fingers look like jade.

This person is exactly Xie Qingyun's boss, Lu Hanzhang, who lied that he was out of town.

Neighbors in the neighborhood have only heard his name but never seen him. This owner's day is amazing. He is very good at doing three things in his life, sleeping, drinking tea, and playing the piano well, but he is only [-] years old. Zaza lived a secluded life in the downtown.

But this person is also capable-almost all the teahouses in Qinghe County, large and small, come from Hengmen Teahouse.There is no other reason, but this owner has the means to always pinch the earliest time when the spring tea is on the market.And almost all the teas on the market, whether named or not, can be found in Hengmen.I don't know if it is related to the procurement channel, but the spring tea in Hengmen is always at least [-] days earlier than other teahouses.I have never seen the staff in Hengmen turn their backs on their backs when they are serving new tea, so people in the workshop called this mysterious young owner "Lu Hengmen".

Xie Qingyun has always admired her master's slow-tempered temperament the most, and now she is a little anxious: "Young master, it was before the master was alive..."

Lu Hanzhang rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, closed his eyes simply, and said while swinging towards the bamboo gate connected to the backyard: "Also, for the thing he left behind as a mortgage, you can go to the yamen for a while. Come on, give it back to him. Send the plate of rocky tea from Shahe along with it."

It was only then that Xie Qingyun remembered that he was still holding a piece of jade in his hand. He held up the jade and looked at it. There were four small characters in seal script engraved in a line on it. His squinted eyes almost narrowed even more. Said: "Chess moves in the world." The piece of jade was made into a saddle shape, it looked like it would be crushed easily, but when I touched it, I found that the texture was very hard, and it was refreshingly cold.

Lu Hanzhang paused, and slowly opened his eyes fully like rolling his eyes—his eyes were born to make Xie Qingyun feel ashamed—the thick and appropriate eyebrows were beautifully tangled together, and repeated: "Chess Travel the world?" He took the jade, looked at it carefully for a while, and then regained his composure: "What is it, I'm not interested."

Xie Qingyun took the jade, insisting that Qingshan would not let go, and said: "Master, the master's painting..."

Lu Hanzhang interrupted him impatiently: "Do you want it? I want to draw you a picture. By the way, you have worked hard these few days, and ask Jinxiu Embroidery Village if there is any embroiderer who is a little more courageous." .”

Xie Qingyun has been the shopkeeper for five or six years, but he has never caught up with their boss's flea-like thinking. As time goes by, he no longer tries to guess.He looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart and said respectfully: "Yes."

The master and servant came to the backyard after asking and answering.

The architecture of the backyard and the front hall are very different.A row of bamboo houses with front eaves protruding nearly eight feet were built around the backyard. Under the eaves, a long section of space was opened by the owner to walk around the house.A low table was placed in the mutated corridor, with a few simple bamboo teacups and a porcelain pot placed artfully.In the small courtyard surrounded by the corridor, a clump of flute-pipe bamboos was planted without wasting space.

As soon as you enter the backyard, the decorations in the front hall that are suspected of catering to tea drinkers disappear without a trace, and all you can see are small objects that are popular with literati.

However... Lu Hanzhang is extremely inconsistent with the style here.

He wandered loosely, and sat down in front of the short table with his legs crossed like a boneless one, leaning his elbows on his face and leaning on his chin, and casually picked up a piece of paper from the table with his other hand and handed it over: " This pattern."

Xie Qingyun took it over, and saw a feather painted on the coquettish rice paper with gold pattern as the background.The feathers are slightly curled up, the root of the main bone is slightly thicker, and every fine hair is nestled on both sides of the main bone, which is lifelike.

He thought about it carefully for a while—their boss’s clothes have always been low-key white and gray, and there have never been any patterns on the robes, and he has never seen even dark lines, but there are clouds on a few hairbands dark lines.And this feather... Then he naturally gave up guessing and asked, "Do you want a new veil?"

Lu Hanzhang hadn't taken a nap yet, so he didn't bother to talk much. He pointed to the small piece of skin under his right earlobe, and said in a magical tone that had nothing to do with him: "Here." His other hand The tip of the index finger touched the knuckle of the thumb, and compared the length of the thumb knuckle: "It's just as big as this."

Xie Qingyun: "..."

He found that he could only underestimate their master's ability to act as a monster.A few years ago, their boss went all the way to Longmen Mountain to hire someone to bring back a longmentung tree trunk, borrowed tools from a carpenter, rolled up their sleeves and planed for three days and three nights to dig out for themselves. Here comes a piano.The hands were covered with blood blisters, and the well in the backyard was full of wood debris, and the servants had to clean and wipe it all day before cleaning it up.

However, the piano has not been touched since it was made. Lu Hanzhang put it in a cloth bag and pressed it into the woodshed.

He has been Lu Hanzhang's attendant since he was a child. At that time, the Lu family was in the capital. After the master and his wife rode cranes one after another, the young master took his family to the south and settled in Qinghe County.It took him four years to build a large cabinet to the present.This owner is very talented, Hengmen Tea House handles everything from drawing to construction, building to completion, inspection of goods to tea delivery, neatly and neatly.

In the beginning, their boss spent half a stick of incense every day looking through the accounts, but later on, he didn't even bother to give the half stick of incense to the teahouse. .He made a hands-off shopkeeper himself, which freed up a lot of time to toss around in different directions.

And it was the first time that something so absurd as stabbing that feather on the neck had happened.

It has always been only the head of the cottage who is unconventional and thinks he is very powerful. He tattooed an ugly tiger or dragon on his bare chest. I have never heard of a plain-headed commoner who has nothing to do and tattoos feathers on his neck.Only then did he understand the strange combination of "courageous and embroidered lady".

Then, untimely, he was worried about the pain that happened to others, and he heard his boss, who has always been a man of gods with divine words and divine actions, gossiping: "The main thing is recently... I have nothing to do."

Xie Qingyun: "..." So he poked needles in his body when he had nothing to do.