Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Tea Precepts

Tea is the love of my life. The obsession with tea began at the age of 7. When my parents found out that I was addicted to tea, they tried their best to make me quit tea because they were worried that drinking strong tea would affect my teeth when I was too young. Two pieces of tea, afraid of holding a large teacup, the target is too obvious, so I just chew the tea directly. That kind of taste of lips and teeth is the most ecstasy memory of childhood, and it is a bitter joy. The day I saw Jun Han, I was standing in the corridor of the teahouse silently chewing tea. It was a summer afternoon, and the business of the teahouse was usually deserted, which made the welcome lady's "welcome" when Jun Han and Gu Jing entered the door very crisp.Then, I heard a quick "thank you", raised my head, and saw a pair of Jun Han and Gu Jing who were like Bi people.

I was immediately impressed by their politeness, and hurried forward to say hello: "What tea do you two want?" Gu Jing pondered, and asked Jun Han with her eyes, Jun Han smiled: "Let's have a pot of 'Scare Sharen Incense' before the Qingming Festival." I was taken aback, he actually knew the common name of "Biluochun", this is a person who knows tea. After the tea was made, I stepped back to serve at any time. I saw Jun Han and Gu Jing talking about something from a distance. Gu Jing always said that Jun Han was listening. Gu Jing stood up suddenly, pushed away the chair beside her, turned around and left, even though she was furious, she still didn't forget to say "thank you" politely when the waiter opened the door for her.

I looked at Jun Han in surprise, he lowered his head and remained silent, as if he was worried about something.After a long time, I stepped forward, tested the temperature of the pot with my hand, and asked, "Sir, the tea is cold, do you want to change the pot of water?" He looked up at me, in his eyes, there was confusion and helplessness like a person leaving tea.And that helplessness touched me so deeply, as if some kind of dusty memory in the bottom of my heart was awakened, and my heart was locked in his gaze from then on, with nowhere to escape. I murmured in a panic: "Green tea should be drunk hot, otherwise it will hurt your stomach."

His eyes softened, and he said softly, "Can you tell me more about tea?" Demonstration of tea art is the obligatory duty of the tea show waiter. I readily agreed and began to explain to him the detailed process of making tea and serving tea.From warming the pot to scalding cups, smelling the fragrance and tasting the tea, to returning the jade liquid to the pot, about traveling in the mountains and rivers, Guan Gong patrolling the city, Han Xin ordering soldiers, spring breeze blowing, rewashing the beauty, until the three nods of the phoenix, I talked about it with great interest, He listened attentively, and began to discuss with me the origin of tea sect and Zen sect. It turned out that he had a deep understanding of tea culture.

Since working, this is the first time I have met a confidant among customers, which made me get rid of the shyness and restraint in the past, and become more eloquent and eloquent.I just feel happy and comfortable as if my whole body and mind are soaked in the temperature of tea.The first taste is fragrant, the second taste is thick, and the seven flavors have a lingering fragrance. That day, we kept talking about the tea being as light as water before it disperses.It turns out that talking about tea is even more joyful than tasting tea. After that, Jun Han became a frequent visitor to the teahouse.I gradually learned that he was a third-year student at Peking University, and Gu Jing was his younger sister. The two admired each other, but their personalities couldn't match. His calmness and Gu Jing's aggressiveness were often at odds. The relationship is still not far or near.

I began to memorize Junhan's class schedule, and I couldn't help but yearn for it every afternoon when he didn't have class.And he seldom disappoints me, always arrives as scheduled, sometimes with Gu Jing, sometimes with a group of classmates, and more often by himself.The boss was very happy to have this regular customer, so he allowed me to sit down and drink tea with them for a lot of convenience. When autumn came, Jun Han invited me to pick red leaves in Xiangshan. This is Junhan's first date with me, and it is the first time we meet in a place other than a teahouse.The red leaves in the mountains are burning like my burning happiness.I said: "If there is a chance, let's come to Xiangshan to plant a plum tree. Then, we come to collect plum blossom snow every winter, bury it in the ground, and take it out to make tea when we are old. Do you think it is good?"

Jun Han smiled faintly: "Romantic idea. Have you seen those old people who exercise? The newspaper said that those people went to the mountain every day to shout at the mountain to get rid of the stale air in their bodies, and they killed all the trees in the end." He talked about him from left to right, I was extremely disappointed, but I could only force a smile: "Trees are also afraid of noise?" Never before had a conversation been so difficult and empty as we discussed the subject of noise.Usually the tea ceremony is full of seven points, leaving three points for affection.I regret my recklessness.

When we came down from Fragrant Hills that day, both of us were very silent. After that, Jun Han still often came to drink tea.But when Gu Jing also came, watching the two talk, my heart hurts.Even when the guests ordered scented tea, I served a clay pot specially made for Kung Fu tea. How many winds and rains, I quietly chew the tea alone, just like a person silently chewing the bitter love for him. I finally have to admit that I have fallen in love with Jun Han.I decided to show my cards to him. One day, after returning from a trip to the Great Wall with Jun Han, I took him back to my rented hut and brought him a cup of tea.

I made my own jujube iced tea specially prepared for him. It is sweet and bitter, bitter and sweet, with a cool fragrance and a faint aftertaste, just like my love for him. Jun Han took a sip, surprise flashed in his eyes: "What's the name of this tea?" "It's called 'Frozen Mind'." I sat down and looked him in the eyes: "Can you taste the taste of tea?" Jun Han was silent, and I was suddenly irritable.Always like this, he is always so ambiguous, looking around, never willing to give me a clear confession, a clear choice for love. Between me and Gu Jing, who does he prefer?

I became more irritable and irritable day by day. When I saw Jun Han, I often had a sudden attack after talking for a few or two sentences. I was either sneering or sarcastic or walked away. When I looked back, I saw Jun Han's helplessness and helplessness. . I gradually understood Gu Jing a little bit. Just when I thought of Gu Jing, Gu Jing came to me and asked straight to the point: "Jun Han likes you, and you like Jun Han, right?" I'm not used to her directness, but tiredness made me tired of rebutting, and I answered honestly: "Yes, I like Junhan, but he doesn't like me."

Gu Jing smiled: "Jun Han never discusses right and wrong lightly, but once he mentioned you to me, he suddenly sighed, saying that you are too naive, so naive that people can't help but worry and can't bear it. So I knew that he was too I care about you, I care so much that I think about the far future, and think about how you will be hurt if he confesses his feelings to you and you can’t be together in the end. You only care about love as love, but he thinks about a lot, such as the future , such as career, such as some more real and material things, such as work, house, and household registration. He wants to stay in Beijing. Neither he nor you have Beijing household registration. How will he live in the future? If he goes with you to your hometown or your Going back to his hometown with him, how will his ambition come true? At the same time, I think he has a lot of appreciation for me, but he is not sure, which one is more suitable, your gentleness or my clarity he?" I never thought that Gu Jing, who seemed to be carefree and carefree, was so mature and rational, and could think things so deeply and clearly. I just listened to her continue to analyze me: "You know what? Jun Han likes you very much. You are gentle and calm, but you have become more and more moody recently because you worry about gains and losses, covering up your own advantages. Jun Han is always lukewarm with me because he doesn't like my impatience. Now, you have learned my shortcomings .If this goes on, you'll lose him." With a single word to wake up the dreamer, I was stunned for a long time before I knew to ask: "But why did you help me? Don't you also like Junhan?" "That's right." Gu Jing smiled and shrugged her shoulders very westernly: "But what I long for is the gratification of two people, the victory without regrets after an open and honest decisive battle. I want Jun Han to act calmly after our fair competition." I don’t want to take advantage of your gaffe to win without a fight, that way, victory will be won without force.” Gu Jing left, but her words stayed in my ears, beating my heart over and over again. I can clearly distinguish between black tea and green tea, Qingqian tea and Qinghou tea, and I can describe in detail the difference between Taiwanese tea ceremony and Fujian tea ceremony, but I cannot distinguish between city and country, future and love, myself, and Gu Jing.I only know tea, but Gu Jing knows him.Gu Jing sees all three of us too clearly, competing with her, I have an indescribable sense of inferiority and frustration. Only leave. That night, I was addicted to tea cup after cup like wine.Mo Nong's Pu'er is something I can't solve.The tea smoke is curling up, and the hut is filled with indescribable loneliness.I held the teacup and wept silently. Junhan, am I the first person in this world to get drunk on tea? If Jun Han loves me as much as I love him, I won't give up.But he is hesitating, he is wandering between the future and the fragrance of tea, he refuses to get drunk. Drunk, just myself. Before leaving, I asked Junhan to meet at Taoranting for the last time. The autumn rain was lingering, and we walked side by side by the Taoran Lake. As before, we still only talked about tea. I think I am the fate of our lives. Junhan, you and I are destined to end here. When you and Gu Jing spent the month before last, would you hold a cup of tea and remember our swimming together in the rain today? When the rain stopped, I took Junhan back to my hut and offered him a cup of tea.This time, it was blood red roselle fruit tea. I showed him the complete set of bamboo tea sets and handwritten tea history books that I tried to find everywhere, and told him how I assembled the set of tea sets item by item. Almost every item had an interesting story.For example, how to bargain with a tricky seller for an authentic Yixing teapot, or how to meet a good shopkeeper who sold me a tea boat and then gave me a tea bag.I talked slowly, as if I wanted to share all the past events in my short life with him. The four eyes meet, and between us are two cups of fragrant tea, just like the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. I was suddenly discouraged, did I really just leave like this? Gathering up my courage, I put all my energy into a desperate game and offered Jun Han a cup of tea instead of wine: "Jun Han, are you interested in going to our hometown for the Spring Festival? The program is very rich." Jun Han was stunned for a moment, and he could see that he was quite moved, but he finally said: "I will graduate next year, and I have to stay in Beijing for work during the winter vacation." After all, he wanted to stay in Beijing. I let go of my hand, and the teacup fell in response, smashing into pieces.Luoshen tea flowed all over the ground like blood, out of control.In the hot air, I saw Jun Han's surprised face.The tide is gone. I didn't tell Jun Han that I was leaving, but before getting on the train, he rushed over with anxious eyes: "Gu Jing told me you are going home, when will you come back?" I looked at him, bit my lower lip tightly, and tried my best to restrain my desire to rush into his arms and cry heartily.That's it, just let me see him into eternity, but Jun Han, why don't you keep me? When the train started, watching Jun Han’s waving figure outside the window gradually fade away, my tears flowed down, it was bitter tea brewed in cold water. People come back, but their hearts have stayed in Beijing. Day after day, I calculated Junhan's holiday.When the Spring Festival came, he didn't come.The sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve is an unbearable loneliness and emptiness in my ears.And his voice and smile are integrated into the tea fragrance like a shadow, everywhere, when I make tea, I can always clearly see his calm smile floating behind the tea smoke. For me, tea is Junhan, and Junhan is tea. I will never leave it, and the lingering fragrance will last forever. Tea, seemingly mild and bland, turns out to be the hardest addiction to quit. Half a year later, I finally returned to Beijing. When I saw my old colleagues, the first news I heard was: "Your two regular customers and friends who are golden boys and girls have come to you many times. They are getting married this month. Here, here is the invitation." Shocked, I took the big red wedding card and opened it stupidly. It turned out that the wedding day is today. Just today! I hurried back to Beijing in order to see my dreams come to an end.The heart-piercing pain surfaced layer by layer, and I couldn't shed tears, so I hurriedly put away the teapot on the table under cover.Still warm. People have gone, why is the tea still not cold?What is it keeping? Tears finally fell, dripping into the teacup, the faint tea fragrance rose, it was Jun Han's smiling face.