Chapter 870 White plum blossoms that have not bloomed yet?!
"Looking at the other person's appearance, it seems that he plans to sit in the teahouse all day."
Xiao's mother shook her head, "Young people are persistent."
"It's just that we all refused and still like this...it's a bit overwhelming."
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"Mom, leave it to me."
Xiao Xiao stood up.
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"Your grandpa means the same thing."
Xiao's mother got up.
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Probably after squatting for a long time, her legs were slightly numb, and Mrs. Xiao's body couldn't help but sway a few times.
Xiao Xiao quickly supported Xiao's mother with quick eyes and hands.
It wasn't until Mrs. Xiao stood firm that she let go of her hand.
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"Sure enough, as I get older, I can't stand squatting for a while."
Xiao's mother joked to herself.
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"Young people don't squat for a long time either."
Xiao Xiao pointed out the facts with a serious expression, "My legs get sore easily."
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"You kid."
Mother Xiao smiled and shook her head, "Your grandma said you don't have to force yourself."
"Just do your best."
"If it doesn't work, your grandma is going to beat that young man out."
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"...Grandma is mighty."
Xiao Xiao was silent for a while and praised sincerely.
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"No."
Xiao's mother smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Then you go ahead."
"Be careful not to conflict with others."
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"Ok, I know."
Xiao Xiao raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Feifei slightly, "I'll go there in the afternoon."
"He should be in high spirits now."
"Maybe you don't listen to what others say."
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"Coffee~"
The little white monster gave a soft cry, and a silver-blue light flashed across his half-concealed eyes.
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"That's true."
Mother Xiao thought of that man's fighting spirit and couldn't help but nodded in agreement, "Then you can go in the afternoon."
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Before one o'clock in the afternoon, Xiao Xiao put on the teahouse work clothes and walked into the teahouse.
On a table by the window, a man was sleeping soundly on his arms.
The sun shines through the bamboo curtains, casting mottled light and shadow.
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Originally, this man chose the private room on the second floor yesterday.
However, he later discovered that the box was too closed.
Except when serving tea and snacks, he had no way to pay attention to the boss's activities at all times, or talk to the boss from time to time about the sale of white plums.
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It would be different if we sat in the lobby on the first floor.
At any time, he could take the opportunity to show his face for a while when the teahouse owner and his family were walking around greeting customers.
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Although it's ugly to stalk her, for the sake of his goddess, he doesn't care about the face of a man.
As long as I can catch up with the goddess, everything will be easy.
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At this time, there were no other guests in the teahouse except this guest with ulterior motives.
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"Philip, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Xiao Xiao touched the little white monster's head and said softly.
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"Coffee~"
The little white monster rubbed Xiao Xiao's palm.
Then, with a soft jump, he landed silently on the table where the sleeping man was lying.
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There are no so-called pupils in the silver-blue eyes, which turn into a vast sea of stars.
Stars are spinning endlessly among them, flickering on and off indefinitely. The stars are bright and quiet, like fireflies flying, but mysterious and quiet.
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The man surnamed He looked at his surroundings with a confused expression.
Of course he knows where this is.
This is Xiao's Teahouse.
He first came here just because it was hot from walking on the road. The teahouse happened to be next to him at that time, so he walked in.
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However, he looked at the two old men playing chess in front of him, and there were two or three old men watching chess standing next to him, looking attentive.
"Pa~"
An old man didn't pay attention and touched a tea cup, and the unfinished tea flowed out.
Listening to the old man's apology and the boss smiling and saying it was okay...
So familiar...
why?
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The man's brows couldn't help but frown tightly.
Suddenly, his expression changed.
He wants to go to the toilet.
Just when he was about to get up, he looked stunned again.
Wait, he remembered!
Wasn't the scene that just happened what happened when he first came to the teahouse yesterday?
what happened?
Old people just don't have a long memory, so they made the same mistake again today.
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The man shook his head and walked to the toilet.
The store very thoughtfully made signs so that first-time customers can easily find the toilet.
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The man didn't realize that he didn't even read the signs and just walked to the toilet in a familiar way.
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The toilet is full.
The man cursed secretly feeling quite unlucky.
Why is this happening again?
Sure enough, everyone drank too much tea?
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The man is waiting at the toilet door.
His face became increasingly difficult to look at.
He couldn't bear it anymore.
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After walking a few random steps, he saw a passage with a stop sign for guests.
He didn't take the notice seriously at all and just walked in.
But suddenly his body stiffened.
My heart suddenly beat very fast.
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wrong!
it's wired.
It's really strange.
Isn’t what is happening to him now the same as what he experienced yesterday?!
The man looked strange, showing a bit of panic and confusion, as well as a hint of uneasiness.
what happened?
Isn't he dreaming?
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The man reached out and pinched himself hard.
"Hiss~"
it hurts!
The man bared his teeth for a while.
The scene in front of me didn't change at all.
Moreover, I really want to go to the toilet!
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The man hesitated for a moment, then strode across the sign.
If what he is experiencing now is a repetition of yesterday, then next, he should see the white plum tree blooming in summer.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation in his heart.
The heart beats faster and faster.
The pace also accelerated a bit.
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The light in front of my eyes becomes brighter and brighter.
The man started to jog.
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He looked up expectantly.
The next second, he was stunned.
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The tree is still the same tree.
But it doesn't seem to be that tree.
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This tree does not have branches full of white flowers.
There are only green leaves.
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How can it be?!
The man couldn't believe it.
That's obviously not the case.
Obviously what he saw should be white plum blossoms in bloom!
Tweed?
Where did the flowers go?
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"This guest, this is a private residence and guests are not allowed to enter."
The old lady said warmly.
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Exactly the same words.
Every man knows what the old man next to the old lady will say next -
"Guest, are you lost?"
"Let me take you out."
really.
He wanted to complain at that time, does he look like an idiot?
It's not a big teahouse, will he get lost?
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However, at that time, all he could think about was the blooming white plums, so how could he care about anything else?
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Now, all he could think about was: How could it be different? What went wrong? Is it impossible?
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"Guest, guest?"
The old man and the old lady looked at the dazed young man with a worried expression, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
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"White plum!"
The young man grabbed the old lady's hand.
The old man opened it, but he didn't pay attention. He just asked himself, "This white plum tree-"