After a night of silence, Ye Shenfu woke up early the next morning.
I took Chinese medicine and kept fit.
After everything was settled, Fu Lingran and Chen Jia had not gotten up yet.
Chen Jia punished Fu Lingran last night, but if Ye Chenfu heard correctly, the final punishment should be on the bed.
Of course, it wasn't that Ye Chenfu was willing to listen, but that his hearing was too good, and Fu Lingran was really making a lot of noise.
But please don't misunderstand, what Ye Chenfu heard was the process of Fu Lingran kneeling on the bed and not allowing any residue to fall off.
As for whether there will be other projects later, Ye Chenfu really doesn't know.
But judging from the speed at which I got up today, I'm afraid it is.
"Dong dong dong!"
Ye Chenfu knocked on the door, and then asked the two of them to get up. After all, today we had an appointment with an old man from Zhejiang, and it would always be a bad thing if we were late.
After Ye Chenfu explained the reason, Fu Lingran naturally realized the seriousness of the matter and got up quickly.
Chen Jia was naturally embarrassed to stay in bed any longer, and got up with Fu Lingran.
After breakfast, Chen Jia did not follow Ye Chenfu and Fu Lingran, but stayed at Qinglong Villa.
Driving a car, Ye Chenfu and Fu Lingran headed straight for their destination.
On the way, Fu Lingran couldn't help but ask, "Boss, where are we going?"
"I met an old man." Ye Chenfu smiled faintly and said, "An old man by the West Lake."
"The old man from Silan Teahouse?"
Fu Lingran has lived in Zhejiang for so long, and still knows a lot about some people and things.
Now that Ye Chenfu said this, Fu Lingran naturally had some possible candidates in his mind, and he immediately asked tentatively, but he was not sure.
"Yes!" Ye Chenfu nodded and said, "Yes, he is the old man from Silan Tea House."
Hearing Ye Chenfu's affirmative reply, Fu Lingran was a little surprised.
To be honest, Silan Tea House, although it is located on the edge of the West Lake, is rarely known.
The people who come here are all dignitaries, and sometimes you don't even have the money to get in. Most of the time, you need to make a reservation in advance to get a seat, otherwise you can only drink some boiled water.
The seemingly small store has a unique charm, allowing you to enjoy the scenery of the West Lake while sipping tea.
Of course, those who come here to drink tea definitely do not come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of West Lake. Most of them come here because of their status as old people.
Fu Lingran learned this news from his father, but his father had never entered the Silan Teahouse.
I didn't expect that I would be entering here first. To say I wasn't excited would be an absolute lie.
With excitement, Fu Lingran became serious and no longer dared to be frivolous.
This day.
Silan Tea House put up a sign that it was temporarily closed, just waiting for Ye Shenfu's arrival.
The manager of the teahouse is an old man, now over 80 years old, but he still looks energetic.
Not many people know the old man's name. Generally, those who can greet the old man call him Uncle Mu or even Master Mu.
There are many fierce people in the huge city of Hangzhou, but the old man is definitely at the top of the list, and there are very few people who can make the old man give in.
The old man with such energy has always been willing to open a teahouse by the West Lake and not care about worldly matters.
Now, if it weren't for Mr. Ye Zhen's face, then if Ye Chenfu came here, he might not be able to be specially received by Uncle Mu.
When Ye Chenfu set out, he was still far away from the agreed time, but as a junior, he must give Uncle Mu face.
At this time, among the green plants in front of the Silan Club, there was an old man wearing white clothes and wearing cloth shoes, practicing Tai Chi. Each move revealed a majestic atmosphere, and there was no way to tell that the old man was already
Old age.
Not many people know the identity of the old man, and the life story of the old man is equally unknown.
However, Ye Chenfu and other red disciples mostly knew about the old man's affairs, which could be said to be awe-inspiring for them all.
The old man surnamed Mu used to be just an unlearned little gangster, but later he fell in love with a woman who was several years older than him, but from then on he had the idea of not marrying anyone other than her.
It's just that the huge gap between the two made the old man surnamed Mu have to work a hundred times harder to improve himself. Perhaps it was God's mercy that he finally became a great Bodhisattva.
In the end, he failed to get together with the eternal goddess in his heart. It was the so-called destiny but no destiny.
Perhaps this is the battle between the fullness of the ideal and the skinny reality. The cruel reality eventually kills the ideal without mercy.
From then on, the old man came to the West Lake alone, just like the white lady waiting for Xu Xian, guarding his original heart. There is only one goddess in his life, and he will never marry except her.
Silan Tea House, the meaning of the word Silan is nothing more than the name of the goddess in his heart.
Just talking about these words, the old man is somewhat similar to Jin Yuelin, and the person Jin Yuelin misses seems to be beside the West Lake.
To be honest, although Ye Chenfu said that he had not seen the old man in these years, he had seen him several times before, and he even peed on the old man when he was a child.
I'm afraid Ye Chenfu is the only one who has such an honor.
When Ye Chenfu and Fu Lingran arrived here, the old man was still practicing Tai Chi, revealing a spiritual energy in every move.
Ye Chenfu did not disturb the old man, but watched from a position not far away.
After the old man finished Tai Chi, Ye Chenfufang slowly stood up.
To be honest, Ye Chenfu was extremely envious when he saw the old man doing Tai Chi, but now it was difficult for him to regain his previous aura.
After getting up, Ye Chenfu walked towards the old man and said respectfully, "Grandpa Mu."
The respect Ye Chenfu has for the elderly is exactly the same respect Ye Chenfu has for the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries, just as Ye Chenfu respects his own grandfather.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and looked at Ye Chenfu.
"Sink and float?", the old man called out uncertainly, but then nodded and said, "Well, that's right, it should be sinking and floating."
"Grandpa Mu, this is Shen Fu. I haven't seen you for some years." Ye Shenfu immediately nodded sheepishly.
You know, Ye Shenfu also learned a few moves from Grandpa Mu before, but it was just many years ago.
"Haha, not bad, not bad, it's so big."
Grandpa Mu said with a smile, "Time really flies by. Before we know it, the little kids have grown so big. We can't do it even if we don't accept old age!"
The old man surnamed Mu lamented the passage of time, but Ye Chenfu admired the old man. He had been waiting by the West Lake for so many years without leaving.
There were three thousand pieces of weak water, but he took a single scoop.
But Ye Chenfu couldn't do this. All he could do was treat every girl like Grandpa Mu treated his goddess.
Never leave, never abandon, depend on each other for life and death.
"Grandpa Mu, are you joking? You don't look old at all."
Ye Chenfu immediately said with a smile, but he was telling the truth. Grandpa Mu didn't look old at all, and it was impossible to tell that he was so old.
As expected of a warrior, his body is much better than that of Ye Chenfu's grandfather, Mr. Ye Zhen.
"Haha! I'm getting old, I'm getting old, it's not okay to refuse to accept it!"
Grandpa Mu was amused by Ye Chenfu's words, and then pointed at Fu Lingran behind Ye Chenfu and said, "Is this your friend behind you?"
"Well, my roommate is from Hangzhou, Zhejiang." Ye Chenfu nodded immediately.
"good."
Listening to Ye Chenfu's words, Grandpa Mu could only say two words lightly, but Fu Lingran was very excited.
You must know that even in the whole of Zhejiang, there are not many people named Mu who can say that he is good. It is definitely a great honor.
"Hello, Mr. Mu."
Fu Lingran was very excited, but he still hurried forward to say hello, not daring to show any slightness.
You must know that this is an existence that his father has never seen before, but now he is praising him, which makes Fu Lingran feel like he is dreaming.
It is said that Ye Chenfu's identity is also very powerful, but he is used to it after all. Besides, Sijiucheng is still far away from him.
But the old man surnamed Mu is different, he lives in Hangzhou.
Moreover, the old man surnamed Mu is a mysterious existence to some people in Zhejiang who stand at the top of the pyramid. It can be said that he is famous far and wide.
"Let's go and sit in the teahouse. It's foggy outside, so it's not suitable for chatting."
The old man surnamed Mu nodded lightly in response to Fu Lingran, and then said, "I heard that you are also a master of making tea. Let me try your craft today."
"Grandpa Mu wants to try it. Shen Fu is naturally honored." Ye Shenfu nodded immediately.
Immediately, a group of three people walked into Silan Teahouse.
It seemed like an ordinary scene, but it meant that Fu Lingran had the blessing of a great Bodhisattva in Zhejiang from now on.
What Ye Shenfu wanted to do was nothing more than this.
Compared to himself, Ye Chenfu hoped to introduce Fu Lingran to the old man.
Now that Fu Lingran has entered the teahouse and has been recognized by the old man, Fu Lingran will have a huge network of relationships in Zhejiang and even the whole country in the future.
This is probably why countless people want to step into this place, but only a few are able to.
You know, a person also came here a month ago, but in the end he couldn't even enter the tea house's door.
This person is from Guangzhou, Guangdong, and his surname is Wang Renfeng. Judging from this point alone, Fu Lingran even beat Wang Renfeng.
With his head held high and his chest held high, Fu Lingran instantly opened up a new world.