Daiqing tiles and white walls, emerald bamboo branches and beautiful young people in white, everything in front of us seems to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, so quiet that we can only hear the sound of boiling water.

    Gudu gudu, a sound of continuous Jue.

    On the red clay stove, although there was no new fermented grains of green ants, the water in the purple clay pot was boiling, and white steam came out, but soon it was scattered in a green color.

    The young monk who looked after the stove was dressed in old white clothes, as if wearing a large piece of old moonlight. He gently held the fan, his drooping eyebrows softened the handsome lines of his face, and his eyebrows were a little bit red and quiet.

    The monk knelt down on the blue stone board under the bamboo grove outside the mat and boiled the water quietly and leisurely. His expression was very attentive, as if the water in the pot had been rolling like this and would be rolling like this. The sound of the rolling water was extremely quiet. The arrival of the people had nothing to do with him, and he didn''t care.

    In this scene, the flame beating in the furnace is as clear as glass, as if it had never been contaminated with smoke and dust.

    In front of everything, as if only in a dream to see, people can''t help but slow down the pace, some even involuntarily hold their breath, for fear that a little more atmosphere will blow away the illusion in front of them.

    Huan yuan broke the silence with a light cough and a gentle smile: "everyone, the place has arrived. Please take a seat."

    When everyone woke up from a dream, they went into the banquet separately. There were bamboo shade beside the seats to block the sunlight. Wang Yizhi is two steps behind. Although he was stunned before, the direction of his surprise is quite different from others, because the monk in white is the person he can never get to know.

    But he didn''t know when Chu Yu was so familiar with him. He was easygoing. But he didn''t like to leave the temple very much. Even he seldom asked him to leave the temple. However, in the present situation, it is clear that he only boiled water here after listening to Chu Yu''s arrangement.

    Although he didn''t know the purpose of the boiled water, Wang Yizhi was also concerned about it. He only wondered how Chu Yu moved him? Although quiet and easygoing. However, if he does not want to do something, he may not be able to do it even if he is forced by power?

    At the moment, he looks calm and leisurely, and doesn''t seem to be robbed by others.

    Questions like a cloud in Wang Yi''s heart: How did Chu Yu move solitude?

    Although he was puzzled in his heart, there was no abnormality on Wang Yi''s face. His expression could even be called calm and easy, and his eyes were full of interest. He thought there would be no more accidents except the bamboo forest, but he was even more surprised by the bamboo forest. He wanted to know. Besides these hands, Chu Yu has any plans.

    Wang Xiang sat next to Wang Yizhi and waited for them to settle down. Immediately, a young servant in white came out of the water and brought up a bowl made of rattan. In the bowl, there were melons and fruits that had been cleaned and stored in the cold spring all night. The smooth skin was colorful and bright. When you took it up, you could smell a sweet spring fragrance. On a hot day, it was cold and cold, and a bite was crisp.

    Wang Yi''s family is also used to wealth. Naturally, I know how the cold fruits come from. Every winter, rich and noble families will dig or freeze the ice and store them in their cellars for summer enjoyment. However, it''s a luxury to use a lot of ice to freeze the fruits instead of directly breaking the ice.

    The guests were almost complete soon, although some of them left because they couldn''t bear to wait. However, the uninvited guests filled the vacancy again, so the table was not empty. When almost all the people were seated, only a distant sound of piano was heard. The sound seems to come from the bamboo forest they passed before.

    After the sound of the zither rings on one side of the bamboo forest, it falls on the other side of the bamboo forest. Then he followed and sang, soft as clouds, elegant as forest wind.

    The sound of the piano and the song are not very clear, but it seems to be corresponding to each other. When the sound of the piano is a little higher, the song will slow down, but when the song is far away, the sound of the piano will be slightly inaudible.

    No matter the music or the singing, the quiet meaning is addictive, as if once again in the boundless bamboo forest, there is no better place in the world.

    "Looking forward to Qi ao, green bamboo Yi Yi. Wang Yizhi is familiar with this song. When he thinks about it carefully, he remembers that the master of the voice is Rong Zhi, who has a close relationship with him. At this time, he sings on the harmonica in a loose tone, but it seems that he is about to break away at any time.

    "... looking at Qi''ao, green bamboo is like bamboo. There are bandits and gentlemen, such as gold, such as tin, such as GUI, such as Bi... "After chanting for several times, the sound of the piano suddenly dropped, and then it almost became the pure singing of Rongzhi. His voice floated higher and higher in the bamboo forest, as if riding on the clouds with the wind. When it reached the highest point, the voice stopped in silence, but the sound of the piano began to sound faintly at this time, and gradually weakened until there was no sound, It''s like an immortal outside the world, resting in the bamboo forest, whistling and drifting away again.

    The sound of the piano stopped, and people gradually came back to their senses. However, when they came back to their senses, they found that there was a strange fragrance around them. It was not the fragrance of flowers, nor the commonly used incense. The fragrance was a little clear, some shallow and astringent, but it was so refreshing that it blended with the fragrance of bamboo leaves.

    Wang Xiang couldn''t help but ask in a voice, "what kind of aroma is this?"

    At this time, Huan yuan was walking towards solitude. When he heard the question, he still walked slowly and said, "this is the fragrance of tea."

    "Tea?" Everyone was surprised, even Wang Yizhi was surprised: "how can tea be so fragrant?"

    At this time, people almost drank tea by boiling leaves. They also added sesame, salt, melon kernel and peach kernel to the tea. The first time Chu Yu drank the tea here, it almost came out. Later, she realized that it was very different from later tea, and through some opportunities, she came up with the idea.

    It''s true that you Huan yuan is a good poet, but if you want to win more fame, there is nothing better than promoting a culture and truly establishing your own irreplaceable position. At this time, tea and wine are still in the primary stage, and there is a lot of room for improvement. Whether it''s real tea or distilled liquor, you can try to take it, but Chu Yu is not good at wine. In addition, adding a group of drunkards was not good for her, so she chose tea as her weapon to promote the tea culture she knew.

    Whether it''s the quiet bamboo grove, the leading literati, the tea making monks, or the piano and song chorus, it''s more than ten centuries of aesthetic accumulation, combined with the current popular ideas. Chu Yu will play elegant to the extreme, but also the show to the extreme.

    The last thing to make tea for everyone is done by Huan yuan and solitude. In the white porcelain tea cup, the green tea is clear, which is quite different from the current turbid tea soup. In the tea, there are some small pieces of tea floating, which is very ingenious.

    Wang Yizhi picked up the tea cup and sipped it slightly. He only felt that the tea was tasteless. Also with a little astringent, can be in between the lips and teeth turned half a circle, but turned into a whirling fragrance. Obviously it''s hot tea, but after entering the throat, I feel a clear and distant meaning, slowly swing away, and the summer is gone.

    Wang Yizhi half closed his eyes and sighed, then turned to Huan yuan and said, "is this the arrangement of brother Zi Chu? Wang Yizhi thought he had been drinking tea for more than 20 years, but now he thinks it''s a recommendation for July PK new book

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