It rained heavily for several days but never cleared up. There was a layer of water on the tables, chairs and floors in the room. I held an umbrella with one hand and a teapot with the other. I accidentally dropped my foot and my clothes were dirty and wet. The teapot
It's also broken, which is really unlucky.
The teapot is something left by my grandfather. I remember that he always loved to sit in the old yard at home with the teapot and drink a pot of tea. In the summer, when the weather was hot, he would still have the fan in his hand and shake it. He was so fond of it.
This teapot was so precious, it was worth more than her granddaughter, but now it was broken in her hands.
I felt very regretful. This teapot would cost a lot of money, and I couldn't help but sigh.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the water mist rising outside has turned into a hazy white ribbon, pattering. When will this rain stop?
Just then, I saw him.
He stood under the eaves outside the door to take shelter from the rain. Because of the heavy rain, most of a gray long-sleeved gown was already wet. Few people wear long-sleeved gowns in this season these days, except for those who are very conservative.
Until, he turned around with a calm look on his face. He didn't spend much time on me, and frowned slightly as he looked at the rain falling on his body.
This is the first time I have seen him. He is really good-looking. Men are rarely so handsome, but I don’t think he is any different from others.
All the guests who have come to my teahouse say they are very beautiful. I know that I am pretty good-looking, and people tend to linger more on beautiful things. Of course, I do too.
"Sir, it's raining so heavily. Please sit inside and wait until the rain subsides before leaving."
He nodded, turned around and walked in, sitting down at a table next to the window. He looked a little dazed, probably because of the cold.
I am always a good person and always do my best. I went into the house and put a few pieces of charcoal from the stove into the brazier. I brought it to his feet and said, "Let's grill it. The rain won't stop for a while."
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I made a pot of boiling tea and poured him a cup. "A cup of hot tea can help drive away the cold."
Judging from the clothes he was wearing, it looked like they came from a wealthy family. I just didn't understand how he could appear here alone in such a cold weather. Aren't his family worried?
I'm not a nosy person, so after pouring the tea for him, I went to do other things.
After a while, many people came to the teahouse again. When I get busy, I tend to forget many things.
It wasn't until after the rain stopped and it had been wet for several hours.
Only then did I notice him. He hadn't left yet, but was sitting in front of the window observing me. I raised my head and boldly looked at him, and he looked at me too. I had never looked at anyone so boldly. I was just curious.
In fact, I feel quite guilty.
I noticed that he stood up and walked out of the teahouse, and then I went to his place to put away the teapot, but I saw a hundred dollars on the table.
I took the money and chased him out, "Mr."
He stopped and turned around, "Is something wrong?"
His voice is gentle and pleasant, and when he looks at people, his eyes almost smile, which reminds me of my father.
This is probably why I noticed him.
"Then I'll buy you tea for free."
"Wouldn't it be a big loss if you do this business?"
This person is really interesting, "It's not even a hundred yuan, it's more."
"Then remember, the tea is good, I will come again next time."
I didn’t expect that the next time he said it would be so long.
I always remembered that he had left money with me, but no matter how long I waited, he never came to drink my tea.
I don't know his name, where he lives, or how I should return the money he deposited with me.
It was five years later when he walked into my teahouse again. During these five years, I often thought of him.
Probably for a family like his, a few dozen dollars would not make any difference to him, but when my grandfather was still alive, he once taught me. He said, "Xiao Min, we must have principles in life. People are poor, but ambition cannot be poor.
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I think this is a matter of principle. Although they gave me more money for tea, they also said to remember it first, which means that one day they will come again, so I always remember those dozens of dollars.
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That day was also a rainy day.
He seemed to have a real rapport with Yu Tian. When he walked in, I was sitting at the tea table, combing the braids of the little girl next door. The little girl pestered me to comb her hair every day. There happened to be no one in the teahouse, so
I gave her two braids and she was very happy.
I looked up and saw him.
I went to the counter and found 70 yuan and gave it to him. "This is the money you have been keeping with me. Since you haven't come, I should give it back to you first."
He looked at her in astonishment, turned around and looked at the teahouse for a week, and finally smiled and said, "So it's you, the place has not changed."
He smiled slightly and sat down, still leaning against the window.
"No need to change the money, just bring me a pot of tea."
"Then there are still forty dollars."
"Remember it first, I'll come next time."
"When is the next time?"
This time I became a little smarter. I have obsessive-compulsive disorder and really don’t like to owe people things. After I stopped owing people, I kept thinking about them.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, it really won't take long this time."
I don't believe that a rich man like him would remember these tens of dollars, but I never refuse people. Of course I take the money back and put it away. I hope what he said this time will really be true next time.
Hate for a long time.
Just like a few years ago, I took some charcoal from the stove and put it at his feet. I made a pot of hot tea, poured a cup of it, put it in front of him, and got ready to do my own business.
I can always find something to do. If I want to keep myself busy, I can always find something to do for myself.
"Do you read the Analects of Confucius?"
He suddenly picked up a book on the table and asked me.
It seems unbelievable that there are still people reading this kind of book every day.
The Analects of Confucius is originally a book for self-cultivation, but sometimes it seems a bit boring.
But I was a little unconvinced. What was in his eyes was that he probably didn't believe that a teahouse owner like me could read such a sophisticated book.
These are all things I learned from my grandfather. My grandfather taught me since I was a child that in the beginning, people are inherently good by nature.
It is a joy to have friends come from far away.
I can already recite these by heart.
I glanced up and saw that I had left the book where I was sitting yesterday. I don’t know why, but in the past five years, I have developed a habit of sitting by the window and reading The Analects for a while. Maybe the scenery there is really beautiful.
Very good.
"Um."
I responded and got busy again.
"Few people read this kind of book now. After all, reading too much will make it boring."
"It's okay. I'm just passing the time in my spare time."
"You are so funny, Ye Zhenfei my name is, what about you?"