692. I'm Afraid You Really Don't Want Me Anymore 3
This cat seems to understand human nature. When you are sad, it will be by the side and accompany you quietly.
When you are angry, it will come over and do various funny poses to make you laugh until it vents your depression and unhappiness.
Huangfu Lin glanced at the Persian cat that kept rubbing against his arms, frowned, but still held it in his arms.
He actually doesn't like getting close to small animals. He fell in love with it at that time simply because he wanted it to relieve Xiaotong's boredom. Unexpectedly, Xiaotong actually regarded it as a substitute for his daughter.
A mother who lost her daughter is so pitiful that she pins her thoughts on a cat. This has to be said to be a kind of sadness.
And that heartless cat nestled in Huangfu Lin's arms in an extremely comfortable position, staring at Ning Xiaotong sitting opposite with its big black eyes.
He glared, his dark eyes flickered, and retracted his head into Huangfu Lin's arms. After a long time, he cautiously poked his head out again, observing Ning Xiaotong's unkind expression.
"Damn cat," Xiaotong laughed and scolded, "Who is your master?"
Huangfu Lin gently patted the head of the Persian cat in his arms, causing the Persian cat to stretch out its pointed claws to scratch. However, when it came into contact with the warning gaze, it retracted its claws and huddled obediently in Huangfu Lin's arms.
at every turn.
Looking back from the cat to Ning Xiaotong's eyes, a low and magnetic voice sounded, "Are you still planning to return to H City?"
Ning Xiaotong shook her head, "I won't go back for the time being."
Just now in the car, she had already thought clearly that City H was not the place where she stayed after all. Only here was her destination and the place where her heart rested.
Hearing this, Huangfulin's heart relaxed slightly, "It would be better if we don't go back."
Seeing the tired look on his face and eyes, Ning Xiaotong's heart moved. She couldn't help but stand up after just sitting down. She went to the cupboard for a long time and finally found a pack of tea that her father loved to drink before he was alive, and made a cup of it.
The tea with a faint aroma was placed in front of him.
"Sorry, we only have Biluochun, you can just drink it." Xiaotong said a little apologetically.
"Thank you." He smiled and took it.
In the transparent teacup, the tender green tea leaves are full of water, and the leaves stretch out gently and soothingly. Each piece is plump and green, light and agile, making people feel like they have returned to nature, fresh, quiet, and curling up.
There is no trace of impurity or impetuousness in the aroma of tea.
At this moment, Xiaotong's heart suddenly calmed down.
Only she and a few people around him knew that Huangfu Lin actually had the same hobby as Mr. Han, which was drinking tea, and he only drank old tea. She also curiously asked the reason, because most people
He loves to drink new tea, and the new teas that come out every year are always the most popular. But his taste is so unique.
However, every time she asked, he just smiled.
This time, perhaps to find a topic, she finally asked the question again, "Why do you like drinking old tea so much?" In her impression, only old people like the old man would like such bitter tea.
smell.
Huangfu Lin smiled faintly and said: "Because the flavor of time has penetrated into the old tea. The faint old fragrance has a different flavor after four seasons of precipitation. The new tea is just a layer of gorgeousness floating on the surface. The fragrance is too exciting.
, so it’s easy to confuse people.”
After a pause, he continued, "There are certain things to pay attention to when drinking old tea like this. You have to drink this tea slowly, and you have to drink it until the third or fourth time before you can taste the taste. This is the taste of time, the taste of time.