But this time, as he said, the next time would not be long. A week later, he came to the teahouse again.
He and Yu really want to have an indissoluble bond. Every time I meet him, it's always raining.
Looking around, there was water about a foot deep on the road. When he came in, there was no one in the teahouse. I was sitting and reading my Analects in front of the window.
I didn't realize it until a pair of wet leather boots appeared in front of me.
"Is it you?"
I stood up in shock, only to see him smiling at me.
He has a nice smile.
There are a pair of gold-rimmed eyes on his eyes, which makes him look very elegant, like a very knowledgeable scholar.
"Well, let's have a cup of tea."
As usual, I only took a few red-hot coals from the stove fire and placed them at his feet. I made him a pot of tea and put it on the table. I saw that he was reading the essay I had just read.
He asked me, "What do you think of The Analects of Confucius?"
"good."
He looked at me with some interest and raised the book, "Oh? Tell me..."
In fact, I never criticize others casually. I always feel that everyone has their own strengths. Even if they have shortcomings, I will not criticize them. I never discuss another person with others, but this time I suddenly felt
Thoughts on commenting.
"Confucius' thoughts were advanced in his time, but he also had the limitations of that time. In the end, he chose to compromise with the feudal forces. However, it is undeniable that he made a great contribution to Chinese culture. The Analects of Confucius
When I have free time to read this book, I can still cultivate my moral character by reading it. In the Wei and Jin Dynasties, those so-called famous people were gentle and paid attention to etiquette, but the etiquette was complicated. Personally, I can't say much about it."
After I finished speaking, I took the book and prepared to put it away.
This book is something that has been passed down from my grandfather’s ancestors. It is a treasure.
He was sitting there, wondering what he was thinking, and didn't speak for a long time.
"You look a lot like her."
He suddenly said something carelessly.
"who is she?"
My curiosity is too strong.
"My wife."
He replied calmly. When he mentioned his wife, his eyes showed deep love and even the corners of his mouth were raised.
I suddenly felt a little sour in my heart.
It's very sour. Even after you eat the sour plum, it's still sour.
Extremely disappointed.
"oh."
I went to work on other things.
I have said that if I want to keep myself busy, I can keep busy until I am so busy that I don’t know anything.
So, I don't even know when he left.
The money he recorded with me has finally been used up. Now I don’t have to worry about my son owing him money. I should be able to relax a lot, but I am thinking, will he still come?
If he doesn't remember the money from me anymore, does that mean we won't have any intersections in the future?
I began to look forward to it, remembering the date every day, waiting for him to come to the teahouse again one day, just to have a cup of tea.
One month, two months, three months, four months...
Five months, I remember it very clearly.
Five months and four days later, he came to the teahouse again.
It was drizzling at that time, and the sky that had been sunny just a moment ago suddenly started to rain.
He walked in, all his short clothes were soaked to the skin.
When he saw me, he smiled and said, "Long time no see."
My heart suddenly skipped a beat, just like that without warning.
I think I'm in love with him.
My grandfather often taught me that girls should be reserved, so I always keep this in mind and be reserved.
I remember it very clearly. During the past twenty-six years, I have often remembered these things and have never forgotten them.
He has a wife.
But for a man as good as him, it is normal for his wife to hate him at this age.
If you want to blame, blame me for not meeting him earlier.
There are many definitions of love, but that is never all I have.
Every day, many guests come to my teahouse. How many people do I have to see off every day? I also hear about many joys and sorrows, life, old age, illness and death. I have already seen many changes in the world.
Love has never been everything to me.
Never.
This time I just made him a pot of tea, put it on the table, just like I did with other guests, and then went about my business.
In the summer, the business of my teahouse is generally very good, especially in this hot and somewhat dull afternoon, when there has just been a drizzle, many people like to come to my teahouse to drink a pot and chat.
He didn't say anything, he just drank tea, sat in front of the window for a while, and then left.
When he left, I was refilling tea for a few old people playing Go at a table, and didn't notice him.
When I went to his place to collect the tea set, I saw that one hundred dollars was placed on it and he had already walked away. I smiled bitterly and shook my head.
That's how I am, I never want to be in debt to anyone.
I would rather others owe me than owe others.
If you owe someone else, you will remember it in your heart and force yourself to pay it back quickly.
So, sometimes the old people who come to my place don't have any money with them, but I still treat them to a drink. It's a small business, just for my own pleasure, it's nothing.
In fact, when the old people came in, they would often make up their own affairs, or talk about some stories and unofficial history. At that time, I would stand beside them and listen.
I love those unofficial stories very much.
I often find some story books in my grandfather’s old house to read, which is very interesting.
Thinking about the ancients, I feel that it was not easy for them. They lived for others and died to avoid being passed down as unofficial history.
At noon the next day, he came again.
I was still sitting next to the window. After he came, I didn't notice. I was listening intently to them talking about unofficial history, which was about the last eunuch Li Lianying in history. It was very interesting.
The corners of my mouth curved up, and I rarely smiled.
Because I don’t know when it will make me laugh.
Likewise, I don't know when I can cry.
I turned around and saw him. He was sitting in front of the window, looking at me. I don't know how long he had been sitting there.
The gold-rimmed eyes reflected in the sunlight. I couldn't see his eyes clearly, but I knew he must be smiling.
He smiles beautifully.
Today is a sunny day, not a rainy day.
Fortunately, he didn't come on a rainy day.
I made a pot of tea, walked over to him, and put the tea in front of him.
He said very politely, "Thank you."
He is very well-educated. It can be seen from the way he raises his hands and feet that he has received aristocratic etiquette. Such a man is almost perfect.
"Do you usually like to listen to those too?"
he asked with a smile.
It's a very normal tone, just talk casually.
"It's interesting, isn't it?"
I sat down opposite him.
He thought for a while and agreed, "Well, it's very interesting."
The last two words are very long, I don’t know what he means.
I often don't like to think, so I couldn't hear the meaning in his words. I just thought those unofficial histories he said were very interesting.
He drank a pot of tea anyway, sat in front of the window for a while and then left.