Chapter 18 When the wind and rain blow, the world is full of rivers and lakes

When the wind and rain blow, the world is full of rivers and lakes Feng Tang Feng Tang @ 2007-9-9 9:59:13 I occasionally thought: "If there is no my dad, I will definitely become a bad person." The cool wind blows on the back of my neck, and a thin layer of cold sweat oozes from my forehead. My father and mother are the poles of yin and yang. Without him, I might not be able to see the moon and appreciate the simple beauty.When Indonesia was anti-Chinese, my father brought his seven brothers and sisters back to China.Dad has never seen snow since he was a child, so he went to Changchun.Dad was almost frozen to death, and he had never seen Tiananmen since he was a child, so he came to Beijing and married my mother.In Beijing, during the Cultural Revolution, he almost died of starvation, so he sold a whole set of Leica equipment and crested bicycles, and exchanged five catties of pork, which was very fragrant.After the reform and opening up, my mother became restless, like a tricycle equipped with a 400-horsepower engine, a hot air balloon filled with 100% hydrogen, searching up and down in Beijing, Guangzhou, and the ocean, working hard to rejuvenate the country, looking for Opportunities leading to greatness and wealth, creating an atmosphere of flying chickens, howling winds, turmoil, and social prosperity.I asked my father, what happened to my mother? "Menopause." Dad said.From then on, my father began to love Jinghua brand jasmine tea.While my mother was flying all over the sky, my father was drinking tea in a corner with a chair, a lamp, a teacup, and an ashtray, reading page after page of erotic martial arts novels that were neither Jin Yong nor Liang Yusheng, with a side profile like that of an old man Yasunari Kawabata.

Dad uses various cups to drink jasmine tea, and his biggest requirement for the cups is that after tightening the lid, it will not leak. "You have more urine pots for tea than there are bowls at home." My mother sometimes said.Wherever there is Dad, there is jasmine tea to drink. I gradually formed a physiological reflex, and when I thought of Dad, body fluid gushed out of my mouth.Dad's requirements for tea can be summed up in two words: thick and fragrant.No matter how bad the tea is, if you put too much tea, it can be thick.Usually it is a cup of tea, half a cup of tea leaves, the tea soup is black, with white foam and tea stalks on the surface.No matter how strong the tea is, Dad will not be unable to fall asleep after drinking it. Dad said that there is no ghost in his heart.I asked why I can't fall asleep even after drinking strong tea, and my dad said, you are heartless.Because the concentration is not a problem, my father buys tea, that is, the cheaper and the more fragrant, the better.Dad also planted jasmine flowers in the flower pots at home. When the flowers were still buds, he picked them and put them in tea leaves. He said that this would make them more fragrant.I have been with others for a long time, and I still think that jasmine is the most wonderful fragrance in the world.

My first impression of my first love is that she looks like Jasmine.Small, tight, fragrant, white, rarely laughing, not noisy at all.Later, after getting in touch with her more, I found that her fragrance is not all plant ingredients, but has flesh, which is not exactly the same as jasmine.Later, she went to Shanghai and married someone else.Later, she returned to Beijing to import and export tea.I said, bring me some tea.She said, there is no jasmine tea, and no one wants to export it. I will give you Tieguanyin. If there is no jasmine in it, the best one will be fragrant. For more than ten years, my first love has been buying and selling tea. Every year, I send me a small box of new tea, six small cans, and each can has six small bags. "Good tea, brew more than four times." She said.The address on the box was handwritten by her, other than that, there was not a single word, just like she once wrote a letter every day in a certain year, without a word "missing" in the letter.

I occasionally asked her, what is good tea?She said, new, new tea is good tea.I then asked, what else?She said, let my colleague tell you.On the other end of the phone, a thick middle-aged male voice began to recite: "Four elements, water, fire, tea, and utensils. Water must be lively, fire must be strong, tea must be new, and utensils must be beautiful. Ma brought new tea to the palace, and everyone still wore fur coats, took a sip and said, Spring is here in the south of the Yangtze River.” I hung up the phone. A second-hand bookstore in Lyndhurst Street in Hong Kong was closed to deal with second-hand goods.I picked a lot of dirty books from the Republic of China, and the boss asked if I wanted a teapot. Some of them were old, I don’t know how old they were, and they were not cheap. They cost 300 Wen. When I bought them 20 years ago, they cost 200 Wen.The pot is big, thick, and the mud color is dry.I paid the money, but the boss was afraid of breaking it, so he wrapped it in layers of soft horse manure paper.

I put the tea in the kettle and rush into the boiling water.The first bubble, light, not fragrant, as if I met her for the first time, my eyes were hot, she had her breasts in her mouth, her head was lowered, I couldn't smell her smell, I saw her straight hair that just reached her shoulders parted left and right, revealing White scalp.In the second bubble, my gaze was like water, and my heart was slightly settled. She slowly began to stretch and smiled. I saw the color on her face, and I smelled a fragrance that smelled better than flowers.In the third bubble, when the wind blew, her clothes and hair floated, her eyelids were sometimes single and sometimes double. I closed my eyes, and I could think of every detail of her, but I couldn't think clearly of her face, and I started to be in a daze.In the fourth bubble, I took her hand, and the palm lines on her hand were clear. She asked, "My relationship line is in a mess, what is your constellation?" I said, "There are one-twelfth of the world. The person in question belongs to my zodiac sign." The fragrance gradually dissipated, and what I smelled was basically imagination.

I like the eight characters on this pot: "The wind and rain are all over the river and lake", like the dry jasmine in scented tea, like her eyes at a certain moment, like nipples, like a spell.