Cannon fodder please stop tea talk

"That's it, agree?"

Jiang Nanshu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked over.

Seeing his expression, Ji Fengmian felt bad and became careless again.

Jiang Nanshu sighed, "It's been so many times, why don't you make any progress at all."

Ji Fengmian: "I... just, you said you want to know more about me, of course I want to fulfill your wish. Between good friends, if you can't even do this little thing, what kind of brother are you?"

Jiang Nanshu: "Then have you ever thought about whether I really want to know you, or just want to make you agree to my request?"

Ji Fengmian blinked, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course not."

After more than a year of preventive work, there has been no progress.

An Kexia went to Anping, as if she had left their life.

But no matter what, Ji Guohua is Ji Fengmian's father.Moreover, the B University where the two applied for the exam was also in Anping City.

Jiang Nanshu has always been a person who plans ahead, even though An Kexia is gone, even if he is busy with tutoring Ji Fengmian and taking the college entrance examination, he still has not forgotten to improve Ji Fengmian's tea art antibody.

However, nothing was achieved.

He really doesn't understand, Ji Fengmian is obviously very intelligent, and when he does the questions, he can understand every single point, so why is he so clueless in this matter.

"Don't be confused by appearances, think more about the other party's purpose, and don't change your mind easily just for a sentence or two." Jiang Nanshu said.

Ji Fengmian frowned, "I wouldn't do this to others, but you are Jiang Nanshu..."

In one sentence, Jiang Nanshu's next words were blocked.

After hesitating for a moment, he felt that for someone like Ji Fengmian, it might be the most direct to tell him directly.

"Do you know what tea art is?"

Ji Fengmian: "Huh? Just... make Kung Fu tea?"

Sure enough, I don't know.

Jiang Nanshu explained: "It's an extended meaning, derived from green tea."

"Green tea?" Ji Fengmian really didn't know much about these things.

"To put it simply, it looks like water on the surface, looks soft and weak, speaks obliquely, and retreats to advance. It is clearly what you want, but under its superb language art level, it becomes what you give it on your own initiative. He just passively accepts..."

Ji Fengmian was taken aback when he heard that, "But, I really want to take you to Qingshui River to learn more about my past."

"Just now, you took me to see your elementary school, the place where you used to eat breakfast every day. Isn't this a reciprocal return?"

Dead wood cannot be carved!

Finally, Jiang Nanshu couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to waste any more words.

He began to think about whether the routine he developed was too subtle, so that a stubborn person like Ji Fengmian couldn't see it at all.

Perhaps, a straightforward approach should be used?

Ji Fengmian is homophobic, if the tea ceremony is used as a stimulus and linked with homophobia symptoms, the desired effect should be achieved.

For example, a more direct tea ceremony like "Brother, you have abs so enviable".

Jiang Nanshu doesn't want to interfere with Ji Fengmian's future, but as a friend, it is also something that should be done to let the other party have a certain ability to recognize tea art.

If in the future, Ji Fengmian still likes An Kexia because of factors such as the plot or tea art.Then he will cut off the communication between each other.

Jiang Nanshu is not stupid, he can see An Kexia's hostility towards him.

He just doesn't have time to worry about these things, his time and energy should be used in more precious places, not boring intrigue.

As for Ji Fengmian.

They are friends, but after adults, all friendships will gradually fade away, after love, marriage and family.

Jiang Nanshu accepts such a change and will not force it.

Before that, he did what he should do, and that was enough.

***

Ji Fengmian is a person full of action. After Jiang Nanshu expressed his desire to see the place where he grew up when he was a child, he began to arrange to go back.

The old house on the other side of the Qingshui River has always been taken care of by someone, and you can live in it directly after buying some daily necessities.

The next day, they arrived at Qingshuihe Town just before sunset.

The name of Qingshuihe Town comes from the river next to the town, which runs directly through the center of the town.

Ji's old house is not in the town, but in a village 10 minutes away from the town.

The road in the village is narrow and cars cannot enter, so the two got off at the entrance of the village.

There is a small river at the entrance of the village, the water is not deep, and a child who is about 1.3 meters deep will probably reach his chest.

It was in this small river that Ji Fengmian and Jiang Nanshu learned to swim.

Ji Fengmian stopped, pointed to the front and said, "Do you know what's there for?"

Jiang Nanshu glanced at it, "When a group of people are swimming and playing in the water, they can hide in the clump of thatch and spray the enemy with water guns. It is a good position that is easy to defend but difficult to attack."

"Ah? It's not easy, Jiang Jiang, you actually know such a secret, have you played it before?" Ji Fengmian made inferences, remembering that Jiang Nanshu's hometown is also in the countryside.

"It's that little bully!"

Jiang Nanshu: "Well, everyone has a childhood, you have a bamboo horse in your childhood, and it's not surprising that I had a playmate in my childhood."

Ji Fengmian was upset, but he didn't know how to argue, so he turned his head and stared at the gurgling water in a daze.

He feels a little headache.

Some blurry images emerged.Ji Fengmian seemed to see a group of children playing in the river in front of him.

Among them was a little boy with particularly fair skin, which was particularly conspicuous among a group of little boys with honey-colored skin.

His swimming skills were a bit jerky, and he wasn't fast enough or strong enough to start a water fight.

Naturally, he became the target of the siege.

Suddenly, a rather stocky little fat man rushed over, knocking everyone back with an incomparable momentum.

"Whoever dares to bully... is against me! See if I don't beat you to death!"

Ji Fengmian's eyes were a little dazed, and he always felt that the name seemed to be right in front of him, within reach.

But he couldn't catch it.

What was the name of that childhood friend, the bamboo horse he struggled to remember even after he was wounded and wandered in the memory maze.

"Is your bamboo horse very delicate?"

A slightly cold voice sounded, very familiar, so familiar that Ji Fengmian nodded before he could react.

He trusts the owner of the voice and can tell him anything.

"Well, he is very good-looking, more beautiful than all the girls I have ever seen, those people like to bully him, I want to protect him well..."

As soon as the words came out, Ji Fengmian reacted abruptly.

Standing next to him is Jiang Nanshu!

"Ah, Jiang Jiang, I, I, I, I just had a headache, and then I hallucinated what happened before!"

There was no anger on Jiang Nanshu's face, on the contrary, there seemed to be some nostalgia in his expression.

He said: "When I was young, I was very delicate. The little bully in the neighbor's house moved here when I was three years old. He called me my sister."

Jiang Nanshu just said that, and then walked on.

"Hey! Wait!" Ji Fengmian was anxious, "He called you sister? Then you called him brother?"

"..."

After crossing this small bridge and officially entering the village, the terrain becomes complicated.

The green cobblestone road, which is only enough for two people to walk side by side, is surrounded by old houses, most of which have been abandoned, and the yard is full of weeds.

Jiang Nanshu only took a few steps, "Is this the problem?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Nanshu didn't bother arguing with him about trivial matters, so he simply continued bluntly, "At that time, he was chasing after my younger sister and screaming non-stop, so I pressed him and beat him up."

"Beat, beat me up?" Ji Fengmian felt a little headache again, always felt that he seemed to be able to empathize with him.

At that time, the little bully should have been bumped head-on in the stomach by Jiang Nanshu who rushed over. He obviously fell on his back, but he still hugged his beautiful sister like a baby and smirked.

Jiang Nanshu's voice also continued, "Unfortunately, that little bully has been strong since he was a child. My full blow did not hurt him at all. Instead, he distorted it into a friendly hug. From that day on, he used my protectors themselves."

Ji Fengmian whispered: "This little bully is not good. He has been chasing beautiful sisters since he was a child. His character is not good."

"No, he knew I was a boy that day."

"You know how to protect the little bully." Ji Fengmian pursed his lips, but his previous anger was inexplicably gone.

After turning a few turns, he suddenly felt something was wrong, "Jiang Jiang, how do you know that my grandpa's house is in this direction?"

This is a very big village, with more than 200 families living in it. The old houses and the new ones are crowded together, and there are no signposts.

Foreigners who come for the first time will definitely get lost if there is no local to guide the way.

However, since just now, after turning at least four or five forks in the road, Jiang Nanshu took the correct route every time.

Jiang Nanshu only looked up at him, "What do you think?"

"Did my grandfather tell you?"

Ji Fengmian quickly denied it, "Impossible, my grandfather doesn't even remember himself, so how could he tell you."

Jiang Nanshu suddenly asked again, "What's the name of your bamboo horse?"

At this moment, the two stopped under a plum tree.

The trees are full of fruits, but they are not yet ripe, and most of them have green skins. Just a few glances can make people secrete sour saliva.

Ji Fengmian froze for a moment, "I don't remember."

Jiang Nanshu didn't seem to care about the answer to this question. He raised his head and squinted his eyes, "This plum tree bears a lot of fruit, but it's a pity that the variety is not good and sour."

"That is to say, it's so sour that I can knock my teeth down. I used to..." Ji Fengmian was stunned again, "How do you know it's sour?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Jiang Nanshu replied casually, very perfunctory, "However, when I was a child, I climbed trees to pick plums, probably not for the taste. I picked them after all the hard work, and I was chased by the grandfather next door with a broom. No matter how sour I feel. tasty."

Ji Fengmian did not speak.

His head hurt again, and a hallucination-like picture appeared in front of his eyes again.

The sturdy little boy was riding on a tree branch, and the fair-skinned boy below was spreading a piece of clothing with his hands.

"Be careful! That branch is a little thin!"

"Don't worry, my tree-climbing skills will be better soon! Come on, then, this is the most popular, I'll give it to you! Ginger..."

"Ginger?" Ji Fengmian suddenly came back to his senses, his head hurt even more.

He looked at Jiang Nanshu, "My memory seems to be a bit problematic, it's so messy, how could I hear your name in hallucinations?"

Jiang Nanshu suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Ji Fengmian's wrist, "Don't think too much, go back first."

The two walked forward again, this time, no one spoke.

Ji Fengmian's mind was in chaos, and all kinds of messy memories were mixed in it, making him feel like he was stepping on a cloud, one step deep and the other shallow.

Only the strength held on his wrist, firm and clear in direction, seemed to lead him out of the chaotic and directionless memory maze.

what did he see.

That's a thread.

"arrive."

Jiang Nanshu's voice awakened the confused Ji Fengmian.

He raised his eyes and saw the familiar yard, in which there was a bayberry tree, a grape arbor, and stone tables and benches.

This is the place where his grandfather grew up, and it is also an indispensable memory in his childhood.

Ji Fengmian was about to say something, but saw Jiang Nanshu raised his hand and took out a key from the gap between the bricks.

He raised his hand, unlocked the lock on the courtyard door, and pushed the door open.

"You, how do you know where the key is?"

Jiang Nanshu crossed the threshold, took a step forward, and then turned around, "Brother, we're home."

"Ginger—"

This name, this appellation, at this very moment is the thread, Ji Fengmian pinched it and twitched.

The messy thoughts were instantly unraveled.

"How could I forget you, Jiang Jiang."

After finishing a sentence, he only felt all the memories in his head slamming, and the memories rushed out like a flood.

Then, Ji Fengmian reluctantly crossed the threshold, grabbed Jiang Nanshu's arm, wanted to say something, but was unable to speak.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll wait for you to remember." Jiang Nanshu raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

Ji Fengmian felt relieved, his consciousness plunged into darkness.