Chapter 80 Chapter Seventeen

On the New Year's Eve of the lunar calendar in 1966, the two owners of Yangbatou of the Hangjia ushered in the dusk amidst the remnants of blue lanterns.With such a smart mind, Hang Jiahe still didn't draw up a couplet after a day; Ye Zi waited for a day and still didn't wait for a relative.This day is full of wind and snow, and it is even worse in the evening. In the double twilight, the leaves do not even have the heart to count the lights.Until the clock struck five o'clock in the afternoon, Yingshuang ran in from the gate with a pair of wet cotton shoes, and shouted shortly outside the gate: "Here we come—" This little girl didn't know how to run through the gate all day. After running in and out many times, I finally waited for the first batch of family members.

The two old people stood up excitedly and opened the door, slightly surprised, Hang Pan accompanied a stranger in, and they greeted a female guest they didn't know.Hang Pan didn't talk much, just said that she came here specially to find tea, and happened to meet her at the intersection of Qinghefang, so they came together.Jiahe and Yezi immediately showed the unique enthusiasm of the Hang family, and they gave up the small chair by the fireside for her to sit down.When she took off her coat, they saw the two pieces of black gauze hanging on her arm at the same time.This is a very peculiar way of hanging, two pieces of black gauze are strung together, it looks like a black sleeve is growing on the left side.There was a moment of silence in the cabin.But this silence was quickly broken by more enthusiasm.

They could tell that the girl surnamed Bai was restless and hadn't recovered from the tense atmosphere outside.But she could already feel the warmth in front of her eyes.As soon as the light was turned on, the warm golden air floated lightly onto her face, and everything in front of her eyes also began to float.This dreamlike feeling made her startled and hesitated, as if all this was a dream left by her from the thrilling days before. The way she wobbled made it obvious that she was extremely tired.So while she sipped the noodle soup that Ye Zi served, Jiahe had already arranged the housework.He personally moved the stove to the Huamu Shen room, asked Ye Zi to bring a freshly turned quilt, and flushed a hot water bottle again.After she finished eating, she was asked to wash her face, and her amazing and distinctive face was finally flushed after eating and drinking.She began to feel groggy, light-headed, and yawned.Ye Zi gently took her hand, wrapped her scarf and went out.The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep.The "Tea Set Picture" on the wall in the room made Bai Ye open her eyes again, but she was soon overwhelmed by drowsiness, she fell on the bed, and the leaves covered her tightly.She felt her grandfather walking beside her, and her grandfather asked, "Are you Bai Ye?" She opened her eyes at once, and looked at her grandfather's thin face, and there was a certain kind of habitual fright on her face. look after.But her grandfather's voice reassured her, and the grandfather smiled and said: "If I guess correctly, you are Mr. Yang Zhen's daughter."

Bai Ye sat up and asked, "Where's my father?" "...he's still alive" Bai Ye lay down all of a sudden, but asked in a daze, "Why haven't you come back after getting tea..." Jiahe was taken aback for a moment, he thought, she really didn't ask her husband, he didn't know how to answer her.She had already closed her eyes, but suddenly opened them again, struggled to sit up, and said, "I want to see my father..." Jiahe gently helped her down and said, "Don't worry, we will tell him..." "Can I see him?" "Give it a try..." Jiahe thought for a while and said.

"At least let him know that I'm back, please get tea and tell him that I'm back. But what about the tea?" She asked again, but she still didn't mention her husband.After a while, she fell asleep. After returning to his living room from Huamu Shenfang, he found that there was another female family member, and Jicao had arrived.The three women were chewing and talking about something. When they saw Jiahe, Jicao stood up nervously and said, "What's the matter? I have to put it away, let alone get tea, Guiyinger No more. Fang Yue, Han'er, and the second elder brother have to spend the New Year in the cowshed this year. Wangyou doesn't know if he can be driven out of the mountains. If I know this, I won't let Brown go to his father's place Yes. He is a heartless person, I am afraid that he will cause trouble to the two of them after getting tea, thinking that Luo Li is alone in the field, it is lonely, and his son goes for a trip, whether it is a good idea or not. I didn't expect to leave this place in the cold. Could it be that this year's New Year's Eve dinner, there are so many women in the Hang family's house, and you just reunited with your elder brother and a man?"

Jiahe began to change his overshoes and look for rain gear, saying, "I'm going out for a while." Ye Zi stopped him in surprise and said: "What are you doing, there is such a heavy snow, you are not a new year?" Jiahe finally turned around and said, "You guys eat first, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back for a while." While talking, he pulled the posting grass to the corner of the door and asked, "Is Mr. Yang Zhen still in the hospital?" Ji Cao told him that she had just rushed over from the hospital, and she missed it, and heard that he had been sent back to Shang Tian Zhu by Wu Kun and De Cha.

As soon as Jiahe heard it, he turned around and told Ye Zi, saying: "You guys guard the house. After Bai Ye wakes up, talk to her and tell her that I will go to do the things she entrusted. Her father will know that she is back." "Which Bai Ye?" Ye Yu asked in surprise, "Is that Bai Ye you mentioned the bride of Wu Kun? Didn't she ask about her husband?" "You haven't seen this kind of son-in-law from a village. Yang Zhen was beaten to death by them!" "Luocai" means falling into a coffin, and it is the most powerful spell, only Jicao can say it in the Hang family.The idea of ​​sending grass is no small matter, Ye Zi and the others immediately went to check the tightness of the windows and doors, then leaned their heads and asked in a low voice: "Is this true, why haven't we heard anything about it?"

"I have to confess to Chaqian, don't let me and Brown tell you. It's been almost a month, and I want to tell you how many times I want to tell you. I hold it in my heart. I'm so sad." Ji Cao burst into tears, and immediately cried ll.Jiahe's eyes were also wet, he knew about Yang Zhen's affairs, and he went to see it, but he didn't say anything, woman.While changing his shoes, he said: "Remember, when you wake up in the night, you all go to talk to her, do some happy things to do, and don't mention her father's beating again. Also, her husband If she doesn’t mention it, you shouldn’t mention it either. If someone from a residential area comes to check their household registration, just say that she is a classmate who gets tea, a foreigner, or someone who came to our house for New Year’s Eve dinner, and don’t say anything else.”

While looking for a raincoat for him, Ye Zi said: "I hope the residential area will not come to check people today. Hey, in such a snowy day, how far is it to Tianzhu? I will accompany you to forget it." Jiahe shook his hand, meaning to tell them not to talk too much, what's the use of women talking too much about what a man decides to do!He took a large flashlight, put on cotton gauze gloves and a cotton cap, and put on a big raincoat. He looked like a night watchman.As soon as the door opened, there were white flowers, several women suddenly jumped up at the same time, shouting: "You won't let us go, and we won't let you go either!"

What a coincidence, Yingshuang called in again excitedly: "Here we come, we come!"A gloomy white light fell into the eyes of the Hang family: Wangyou!The women of the Hang family all exclaimed.In previous Spring Festivals, Wangyou often stayed in the mountains, but this year there will be no holidays, what is he thinking about to come out?Wangyou, when almost all the men from the Hang family were absent, you appeared! After listening to the girl from the Hang family's nervous but soft voice, Lin Wangyou, Hang Jiahe's nephew, barely panted, put down his bag, waved his hand, and followed his uncle out the door.The women of Hang's family thought of something, rushed up and stuffed some food into their pockets.Hang Jiahe didn't like this exaggerated atmosphere, and while whispering, go back quickly, he strode into the snowy sky.Wangyou followed closely beside him, and the figures of the two quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

Bai Ye woke up in a strange scent, and in the darkness she heard a magnetic mezzo-soprano say: "Sister-in-law, you remember correctly, the base of the glass vase is two kneeling naked girls, last year Do you really dare to keep it in Xia Tian, ​​is it really not smashed?" The other voice belonged to grandma. Although she couldn't see it, she recognized it immediately. The voice was like the running water of a brook. It was very fresh, without any impurities, but the speed of her speech was a little urgent, like jogging. She said: "I don't know about my own things? At that time, I wanted to smash them. Your elder brother thought about it and couldn't bear it. He said that it was a good thing imported from France. If it was smashed, it would never be there again. I couldn't help but came up with a way. Come on, make a one-piece dress for those two naked girls, wait a minute and let me touch it, it seems to be here, and you can see it when you turn on the light." The magnetic voice said: "Forget it, wait until she wakes up, and then talk about it when she wakes up. What do you say, you put dresses on them, thank you for thinking." It could be heard that the two were walking out on tiptoe, but Bai Ye got up and turned on the desk lamp beside her, and said, "It's okay, I'm already awake." The two women stood in front of Bai Ye's bed, the tall man held a bouquet of wintersweet in his hand, and said to Bai Ye embarrassedly: "Look, look, I only slept for two hours because I wanted not to disturb you. Still woke you up. Did you sleep well?" Seeing Bai Ye smiling and nodding, Ye Zi said, "This is the aunt who got tea. We are here to find a vase. You just lie down." While talking, she squatted down, and sure enough, she took out a glass vase with a dress on .Aunt Jicao took it and peeled off the skirt in two or three strokes.Bai Ye noticed that this is indeed the base of the vase composed of two naked girls kneeling, and the light brown glass looks like an old imported product.Ye Zi was still a little uneasy, and Ji Cao wiped it with a rag and said: "What are you afraid of, just put it in this room overnight, and then put on the skirt tomorrow." Bai Ye stood up and whispered, "Your family still has plum blossoms, that's great!" Jicao said: "I made it from the yard of my house. As soon as the heater smoked, it just started to emit fragrance. You smell it. That Austrian bitch is still staring at me. I thought to myself, you took my house, you You still want to occupy my flowers, let me see who you are fighting with at Nian’s feet! I’m a broken foot anyway, you can’t eat, I can’t sleep!” The next few words are obviously aimed at Ye Zi. Said. Ye Zi has long been used to sending grass and swearing. While carefully inserting plum blossoms into the glass vase, she said: "It's really messed up. Plum blossoms should be put in plum vases. The plum vase was broken by me, and instead I used it." There are plum blossoms in this rose vase." "Forget it, forget it, you should still be in your Japan, what kind of real vases, vases, grass vases, what to put in tonight, it is considered luck." "I don't have so many thoughts. If we follow our rules, the plum blossoms won't be in February. Miss Bai, you really got up, sit down for a while, and I'll make you tea when I'm done here." Bai Ye remembered that De Cha told her that his grandma was Japanese.Although she was still preoccupied at the moment, she slept better after a night of sleep. Listening to their conversation, she thanked them and said no, no, no, no, no, and then she interjected: "When I was in college, I studied etiquette and customs for foreign affairs. I seem to remember the flower arrangement in the Japanese tea ceremony. From January to December, there are prescribed flowers every month. Now it is February, but I can’t remember what should be placed.” "You mean what kind of flowers should be placed in February? It's very simple, camellia. Because February 28 is Sen Rikyu's death day, it is the camellia designated on this day. The vase should use Tangwu copper scripture cylinder. Do you know what is Is it a copper sutra cylinder? It’s a container for scriptures. Don’t be shy about saying it. Sutra cylinders are commonly used vases at tea parties to commemorate the dead. But we are Chinese, and we don’t come to drink tea like the Japanese do. Let's use this shirtless glass vase." After Jicao said so much in one breath, Bai Ye was surprised to find that she was able to talk about completely unrelated things like stinky bitch, Qian Rikyu and shirtless. , without feeling uncoordinated. The door opened gently, and Hang Pan and Yingshuang came in together. Yingshuang held a handful of snow in her hand and said, "Let's use this snow water to grow plum blossoms. Grandma, do you think it's okay?" But Hang Pan walked up to Bai Ye gently, and said, "Are you awake? Eat something, we have eaten just now." There is something very kind on her body, her eyelashes are very similar to Decha, yes , they even look alike. As the head of the family, Ye Zi told Yingshuang, go, go to that place where no one has walked, get a basin of clean snow water, and give your sister Bai a pot of Tianquan, and it will be delicious when grandpa and the others come back.Bai Ye just remembered that he didn't see his grandpa, so he asked a question, and Jicao patted himself on the forehead, and said, "Look what we forgot when we were making flowers just now. Grandpa told us to tell you, he will notify your father that you are back." Here's the news, so that you can spend the New Year with peace of mind." All the people walking in front of him were women, including her, there were actually five of them.Because the room was warm, they took off the black and blue coats of the same color, revealing the sweaters woven with various threads, which were colorful and looked down.No matter how tall or short they are, they are all slender and thin, but when compared with Bai Ye, they are better than Bei Nan.The voices of their Fengsai in the village, the figures walking in and out, seemed to filter out those cruel and cold things in an instant.These Southern women go about their business very lightly, and it's all trifles.What kind of world is outside? Bai Ye dare not imagine what he experienced.She didn't understand, women who were also suffering, why they lived completely differently from her.She went to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and looked at the white snowflakes in the night. She thought, the reason why they can live like this is because those who trek for them in the snowy night care for them with their sufferings. man.She said: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I always make trouble wherever I go, I'm sorry..." Those busy women straightened up, looked at Bai Ye silently, sent the grass to come over, looked at Bai Ye, and said, "When I knew your father, there was no you." The leaves turned out and came back soon.Holding a teapot in one hand, and a wooden tray in the other hand, which contained rice dumplings, tea eggs, rice cakes, and a few small dishes of cold dishes, he said to Bai Ye: "Let's just watch the night here. It's quiet here. , not many people will come to check. Are you still hungry, I will give you rice cakes, this is how we southerners eat. You sit, you all sit." Pan'er suddenly remembered, and while taking things out of her bag, she said, "I still have something to eat here, and a small handful of Longjing tea sent by Uncle, two or two, is enough for us to drink tonight. There are small walnuts, which were given by one of my church members, but she couldn’t go to the church, so she thought of giving me a catty of small walnuts.” Ji Cao stood up again, and whispered: "There is really Longjing tea, I smell it." She took the small pot of tea, opened the box, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said, "I don't know. It’s been a long time since I smelled this fragrance. It’s true for a small group of uncles, the children’s affairs are the children’s affairs, why should he be embarrassed, and he has not been in touch with us for many days.” Ye Zi also took the box, sniffed it, and said, "I'm worried. The tea maker doesn't have tea for the Chinese New Year. This tea is a good gift. Miss Bai, you should hear it." Bai Ye took it over to look at it, and Jicao explained to her: "This is the Longjing in the Ming Dynasty. It is the handicraft of Zhuo Zhuo Bo. Take a look, it was picked by Zhuo Zhuo Bo. There is not a single fish leaf. Wait until the soup is ready. That's called fragrance." Ye Zi sighed suddenly: "I don't know where to put the tea, they should also taste this, these two little devils, they have picked up the tip of their hearts." Before he finished speaking, Ji Cao gently fucked her and said, "Look at your sister-in-law, this year is not the end of the year, so you have to put tea in school. Where will they be if they are not in school? You don't have to worry about them, I will Those who have visited them all have their own rebel headquarters. They are lawless and have a better life than us. Maybe they are studying documents and drinking tea now. What I said just now was angry, and now I am not angry. There is such a good tea. Why are you so angry!" It was obvious that this was reassuring words, but Ye Zi listened to it, stood up and said: "Today we have good tea and good water, I'll go get some good cups, I think your elder brother will be back in a while, he will come back soon." I don't care about this." Just as she was about to stand up and walk out of the house, Pan'er stopped her and said, "Mom, sit still, I'll go get the cup." Three or four women argued about who should get the cup, and finally Hang Pan went.Bai Ye listened to the conversation of their anti-family women, a bit like reading Ming and Qing novels.She also couldn't get in the conversation, so she began to bite the little thing with a bare appearance carefully.She had never eaten this kind of thing before, and she didn't know where to start her mouth for a moment. When Yingshuang saw it, she took out a clip from the wooden tray and said, "Look at mine." She picked up one by one, took out several pieces of walnut meat, carefully peeled off the shells, and said, "Sister Bai, you can eat." While talking, Hang Pan came back, holding a washbasin with a few cups in it, all of them were celadon, and there was only one black bowl. Ye Zi saw it and said, "Did you bring the Tianmu cup too?" Jiahe originally agreed to give this Tianmu lamp to Fang Yue, but now he doesn't even have the kiln to burn it, so he has to keep it here first.Hang Pan put the washbasin on the stove, and poured a clean cup of water into the washbasin from the kettle.Bai Ye was stunned, she had never seen, nor thought that even flushing water could make people cry.Hang Pan is holding the kettle in his hand, the kettle is crude, although it has been polished, its shape, including its spout, is rough.But in the gloom, why does the water flow out of the rough opening so miraculously delicate?You see it is so long and slender, its strands are endless, and it is so endless; the water comes down from a high place, forming a straight line, but it falls into the basin silently, without a drop, not a trace. sound.Round and round, Bai Ye's heart was gripped by these circles of twisting fingers and intestines. She never knew what it was like when a woman was moved by the beauty of a woman. On such a cold and desperate winter night, She experienced it for the first time in the deep house of flowers and trees in Hang's family. The women seemed to realize what kind of solemn ceremony they had entered. They silently looked at Pan'er's purification cup, and only Ji Cao gently explained to Bai Ye, saying: "See, this is Pan'er's ceremony. You are welcome as a guest." Bai Ye was puzzled, Ye Zi made a counterclockwise movement with his hands, and said, "This is it." Yingshuang also followed her grandmother in doing this movement, saying: "This is come, come, come." She did it clockwise a few more times, "This is going to go, I hope Auntie is now telling you to come and come." Her words made the women laugh easily, and the atmosphere jumped out from the solemnity just now.Pan'er didn't say a word, just gently took out the towel to wash the cup.Her hands are thin and long, with pointed fingers, clean and white, dexterous and refined. The shape of her hands when washing teacups is reflected on the opposite wall, magnified, like two big orchids, like two vigorous big butterflies. The atmosphere here is oriental, and it is the oriental Jiangnan style of China.A washbasin stands on the stove, and a woman carefully washes cups in the washbasin. She is wearing a green and red cardigan with a plaid vest inside, and Bai Ye changed her into a cheongsam in his imagination. She was amused at her strange idea.Ji Cao didn't notice her expression, she continued to play the role of her own commentary: "The cup must be washed clean. Utensils are an important procedure for tea tasting. Have you ever heard that no good friend is It’s not enough to taste tea together, it’s not enough to taste tea without a good environment, it’s not enough to taste tea without a good fire water, and it’s not enough to taste tea without good utensils. Now we have almost everything. You Look, we already have you, Yang Zhen's daughter, and we will treat you as your father among us; we also have good tea and water, and we also have such a nice and warm room." Speaking of this, After looking around, he suddenly stood up again and went to the bookcase where he got tea to look for things. Ye Zi dissuaded her in a low voice, "You can't look through his things, and wait for him to come back and blame me. The things here are all collected by him over the years of college, and he said that they will be useful one day in the future. Last year I wanted Burn it, but your elder brother refuses to die. Thanks to Decha being the son of a martyr, the house is two steps away from the main house, and the neighbors are still conscientious, so these things have been preserved." "Sister-in-law, Yingshuang, and you, Bai Ye, check the doors and windows for me again, and tighten the curtains." Ji Cao ignored her sister-in-law's dissuasion.Bai Ye could tell that his father's girlfriend in his youth was a talkative, extremely intelligent woman who talked to herself a bit.Now she said while looking through things, "I know, don't worry, I won't give him one less thing. But this kind of thing is hidden here out of sight, and it is somewhat rare. You see, we already have flowers. There is tea, water, utensils, and guests, and there must be a picture—well, I found it, look, how about hanging this up?" This is the first time Bai Ye saw "Qinquan Tu".She didn't know the vicissitudes of life condensed on this painting, but she could still see the special significance of this small painting to the Hang family.Bai Ye doesn't understand Chinese painting, so it looks like this two-foot-long and one-foot-wide paper book is nothing more than a few water tanks and a Hengqin on the lower left, but the poem on the upper right is longer.Before Bai Ye could take a closer look, Ye Zi stood up and stopped Ji Cao and said, "This is your elder brother's life, if anyone sees it, it will be terrible." I don't care about sending grass, and while hanging the painting, I said: "You have to put your life to fight with others. If you don't fight, what is your life?" Aunt Jicao's words suddenly infected Bai Ye, she stood up, tapped her forehead and said, "Look what I brought you, I also know that Decha has been collecting these tea-related things , look at what I brought him." She took out a rectangular thing from the big bag she brought, and put it under the lamp, and the women of the Hang family also gathered around, Bai Ye gently opened it, and a bright black square brick was displayed in front of their eyes .Before receiving the sent grass, he said to his sister-in-law Ye Zi accurately: "It's tea bricks." This is a very old tea brick. There is a long line of archway shapes printed on the brick surface. The pattern is clear and beautiful, and the brick is ambiguous.Pan'er looked at it fondly, and said softly: "It's so beautiful, it's really not for eating." "I seem to have seen it in Brother Decha's tea book, and Brother Decha showed it to me." Yingshuang said.She took the tea brick, held it like a child for a while, and gave it back to Bai Ye, then walked to the bookcase decisively, and flipped through the book like Auntie Jicao. Ye Zi looked at the book about her granddaughter's moving tea and felt distressed, so she couldn't help but said, "Don't flip through it, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a rice brick from the pailou brand, which was sold in our tea house before." ." Yingshuang stubbornly pulled out a book, as if to prove that she was also an expert in this field, and quickly turned to that page. There were pictures of several types of pressed tea on it, and a description of the pictures below. . Now, these women seem to have suddenly forgotten their identities, as if they are now in the library of the college, as if they have returned to the age of studying.This era is actually not far away from Bai Ye, but in retrospect, there is already a sense of a world away.The one marked with rice bricks in the picture has the same figure as the one they held in their hands. The following text says: Rice bricks are a kind of steamed and pressed black tea flakes. Red brick tea, its noodles and tea are all made of tea powder, so it is called rice brick. There are brands such as Pailou, Fenghuang and Locomotive. It is mainly sold in Xinjiang and North China, and some are exported to the Soviet Union and Mongolia. Yingshuang looked up at Bai Ye curiously, and asked, "Sister Bai, have you been to Xinjiang? Or Inner Mongolia, or the Soviet Union? The Soviet Union is now the Soviet revisionist. People say you lived there when it was the Soviet Union. You Have you eaten it there?" Bai Ye's heart tightened, her face turned pale all of a sudden, but she left the desk light, the women didn't notice her change.She sat back in front of the stove, gathered herself together, and said, "Yes, I used to drink this kind of tea in the Soviet Union, but I was still young at that time. You don't know how fierce the Soviets drink tea. We were also from the same place at the beginning. Follow the custom, and later on, like them, we can’t do without tea. But we are different from you Jiangnan people, we are familiar with all kinds of black tea. I’m sorry, I have to tell you, I already knew it was rice brick tea. I underestimated you, and I was afraid that you would not understand this, so I specially copied a detailed explanation, accompany, this is it. If I can’t get tea, please pass it on to him. Maybe it’s useless, but it’s for me It's important to say..." As she spoke, she reached out for the paper she had copied, her eyes gleaming with longing, as if any event of great importance would be meaningless if they didn't look at it.Ji Cao went on, saying: "Look at what you said, this is your intention." He took the piece of paper. On the piece of paper was copied such a passage: Rice bricks are produced in Zhaoliqiao Tea Factory in Hubei Province, which has a long production history and was originally operated by the Shanxi Gang.In the middle of the seventeenth century, Yanglou Cave in Xianning County produced more than 800,000 jin.In the 17th century, with the development of China's tea foreign trade, Russian merchants began to buy brick tea. Around 1863, Russian businessmen went to the area of ​​Yangloudong to invest in recruiting agents to supervise the production of brick tea. In 1873, three new factories of SF Express, Xintai, and Fuchang were established in Han D, and rice bricks were pressed mechanically, and then transferred to Russia for export.The export procedure of Russian merchants is generally from Hankou to Tianjin by sea via Shanghai, and then to Tongzhou by ship, and then a camel team crosses the ancient desert road through Zhangjiakou, then transports it to Kyakhta, and finally transports it from Kyakhta to Siberia and other markets in Russia. Later, the fleet was used to participate in the transportation, and the sea cucumber was transshipped to Europe.Due to the beautiful appearance of rice bricks, some western families put rice bricks with refined frames and put them in the living room as a display of art. Hang Pan silently finished reading this passage, folded it, and put it on the shelf.Then he said to her: "When the tea comes back, we will ask him to put this tea brick in the mirror frame." The rice brick leaned against the bookshelf, sending out its unique Uze.The painting hangs on the wall, exuding a faint light from the waist.The plum blossoms in the corner are also exuding a slight fragrance, and the kettle sitting on the stove soon gave out a slight singing, and the desk lamp covered this small room with a subtle illusion of unreality. The figure was projected on the wall, swaying slightly, Bai Ye felt that her heart was beginning to glow slightly, was she dreaming?How could she find such a holy place in such a world of ice and snow? The boiling snow water suddenly overflowed at this time, and they rushed to flush the water in a hurry.She heard Yingshuang ask: "Grandma's water is boiling, can I make Longjing tea?" Before Ye Zi could speak, Bai Ye replied, "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, when Grandpa comes back, Grandpa should be back soon." When she said this, those dim lights suddenly stopped, the desk lamp dimmed, as if the voltage was unstable, the slight feeling just now disappeared, and the women in Huamu Shenfang began to turn their hearts to waiting for the man. of anxiety. What a snowy night, Hang Jiahe could feel the incomparably hard power of the wind and snow.He is old, and such a confrontation is no longer sufficient.If there is no Wangyou, will he reach his destination?He looked at the big nephew in front of him who was covered in snow all over, he walked closely with his uncle, he had already passed the former Second Temple Mountain Gate, and passed Lingyin.They were hot and cold, sweating profusely, but icicles hung on the tips of their hair.Suddenly, Hang Jiahe's eyes were pitch black, he couldn't see anything, he seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and he stretched out his hand all at once, trying to catch something, but he stopped immediately, and the hand that was stretched up fell down to cover him. Hold your face.His sudden movement worried Wangyou, he said, "Uncle, I'll go by myself, I'll send you to Lingyin Temple first, I have acquaintances there." Hang Jiahe stood still, he knew clearly that he could see nothing now, but at the same time he saw countless stone statues flying towards him covered in snowflakes.The sound of killing and crying shook the sky, and the flames lit up the entire sky.This must be the opening of his mind, he thought terrified, how unwilling he was to go through the catastrophe that happened decades ago. Just standing there for a while, he raised his head, snowflakes stuck to his eyes, he felt better, the hazy white world began to emerge again.He said to himself, don't be so nervous, I'm just tired.He asked Wangyou where they had gone, and Wangyou replied that they had passed the Sansheng Stone.He asked Wangyou what time it was, and Wangyou said that he never wore a watch, but according to his opinion, it should be eight or nine o'clock at night.Jiahe shook Wangyou's hand, and said, "Look at the New Year's Eve, let you spend it, let's have a good rest tomorrow." Wangyou didn't want to tell him that he had to go back early in the morning, so he just said flatly: "What are these mountain roads, how many mountain roads do I have to run every day?" They continued on their way to Mount L.The snow radiated the light from the sky. Now, Hang Jiahe could already see the corners of the cornices of the temples beside the roadside tea gardens. They were covered with a thick layer of white snow, and they looked much bigger all of a sudden.There are also those tea canopies, they are one ball at a time.It is white and round, and there is no green at all.Two taciturn men walked together at night. Although they were silent all the way, they felt a tacit understanding in their hearts.In the dim light, they sometimes heard the sound of falling snow in the mountains, sometimes accompanied by the creaking sound of the crushed mangosteen, like a strange bird singing suddenly in the mountains.Sometimes, there is just a bang, and then everything is silent again.It seems that the feeling of desolation and loneliness also goes with the sound of snow.Wangyou smiled silently, and said, "Dayong, guess what I thought of?" "Lin Chong runs at night, Fengxue Mountain Temple." Jiahe tried his best to walk up, and said, "That's a good idea. When I see Mr. Yang Zhen later, I can tell him." "I'm afraid the gatekeeper won't let me see you." "Having come this far, how can we return without success?" Jiahe suddenly stopped, patted Wangyou on the shoulder, and said, "There is no unparalleled road, and we are against the family, thanks to you staying in the mountains." "I like mountains and forests." Wangyou said few words, but was concise and to the point, which was exactly Jiahe's favorite temperament. "I also like mountains and forests, but I can't go back there. I really have nowhere to go and I can't live without it. One day I will find you, and there will be great difficulties. I don't expect tea, I only count on you." This remark surprised Wangyou, he stopped and wanted to say something.Jiahe only walked forward, his steps were very light, as if he was flying in the mountains.Sometimes a swordsman's aura flashes from the uncle, for example, at this moment, going up the mountain on a snowy night is in a hurry.Such times are of course rare and not easy to find, but Wangyou knows it.Back then when he went out of the mountain with Fang Yue on his arm, in the living room of Hang's house, Wangyou also felt the deep character of his uncle.At that time, he was worried that because Fang Yue's father, Li Feihuang, was a traitor, his uncle would not take Fang Yue in, and he was also worried that the Hang family would not let him go back to the forest. He looked at uncle steadily.The uncle stood in front of him and said seriously: "I just came from Yue'er and told him that he would like the surname Fang or Hang, whichever he likes."It's just that his surname is not allowed to be Li in the future. Do you understand what I mean? "He was still kneeling, refusing to get up, and the uncle said again: "I will reserve your room for you, you can come if you want, go if you want. "Uncle promised this, so he got up and walked to Dayong's side. He saw that uncle took out another thing, which was the blue and white porcelain figure Lu Hongjian. He hung it on his body, and the porcelain figure was wet. I don't know if it's sweat or tears. He was the only one who saw uncle's tears that day, didn't those tears moisten his heart until tonight. Wangyou grabbed uncle tightly, wanted to say something, but closed his mouth again, walked silently for a while, and then said: "I have prepared the mountains and forests for you." The wind and snow quickly covered the backs of the two of them.Now, it has been a few hours since they went out, and they have already seen a corner of the eaves in the snowy light of Shangtianzhu Temple. Perhaps, at this very moment, when the night is getting dark, the small door of Huamu Shen's room prostrates open, frightening Ye Zi and rushing to the side of "Qinquan Tu".The desk lamp was very dim, and Bai Ye could barely recognize Decha.He didn't wear glasses because they made it difficult for him to see her.Just now he stood outside the door for a while, his eyes sparkling excitedly behind the lens, which was covered by the hot breath he exhaled for a while.He took off his glasses recklessly, and now he rushed in suddenly, his face without glasses was much stranger and much more funny.Bai Ye really laughed, he grabbed her hand, but immediately felt the coldness of his own hands, he quickly stepped back and rubbed them, breathed on his mouth, and said: "I'm sorry it's too cold I'm sorry it's too cold..." Bai Ye looked at the women of Hang's family in embarrassment, tears filled her eyes, she shook hands and called out: "What are you doing, you!" Hang Decha couldn't think that much.屋子里暖洋洋的，女人们的眼睛也是暖洋洋的，潮湿的，多么美好，白夜站在灯前，像画中的女神。得茶傻乎乎地看着她，时间停止了，幸福开始了，现在几点钟了？得茶摇头，答非所问："我都怕再也见不到你了。" 他的样子让家族中其余的女人们吃惊。她们没有想到，他们的书呆子得茶还会有这样一面。因为屋内的热气，得茶的脸少有地发出了健康的红光。白夜从来也没有感觉到过得茶是个漂亮的小伙子，他很得体，均匀，不战眼，也许是因为架着一副眼镜，看上去总像是被什么给挡住了，是被遮蔽着的很内在地藏起来的一种类型。但是今天他很快乐，他少有地把他暗藏的那一面流露了出来，他一下子变得光彩夺目，英气逼人。而这一切，在常人眼里，却是属于吴坤的，甚至白夜也不得不承认，吴坤是那种外表很能展示风采的人。 叶子小心翼翼地问，得放是不是和他在一起，得茶目不转睛地盯着白夜，·显然是心不在焉地回答，说他不知道。"奶奶我饿了，给我做点什么好吗？"他微笑地要求着，他的索取使奶奶幸福。但另一个孩子的消息使她不安。"得放到哪里去了呢？"她再一次问寄草。寄草已经拉着迎霜往外走了，边走边说："我跟你说不要担心，你看得茶不是就这样回来了吗？" 四个女人就一起拥到厨房里去了。叶子一边打开炉子，一边问："你们看这是怎么回事，她不是姓吴人家的新娘子吗？" "把姓吴人家的新娘子抢来，也是我们杭家人的本事。"寄草开玩笑地说。叶子的脸终于挂下来了，说："寄草，你就真的不在乎这些事情？" 寄草一边扇炉子一边说："怎么不在乎？可是你急成这样了，我还能把我的在乎说出来？" 杭盼回到客厅里去了，多少年了她都是这样，所有的关于情爱方面的事情，她的对策，都是眼不见为净，耳不听不烦。倒是迎霜顽强地坚持着不去睡觉。她想再到大门口去迎几次，也许，得放哥哥就会这样地被她迎候回来呢。 花木深房中，得茶看出她微笑中的心事。是的，这是他们共同的心事。青春飞驰，他们在奔跑中寻找一个人，这就是他们奔跑的全部意义。只要找到一个人就够了，全部就在这"一"里面了。其余的东西都可以退到很远的地方，直至消失。 得茶不想让那短暂的彩虹那么快就被阴霸遮蔽，他们接下去还有很多严肃的话题，他要告诉她一系列的计划，他变了，他已"经成为有力量的人。但他对这个变化着的自己还有一些不习惯，他还有些羞于在她面前立刻暴露自己的变化。水再一次开了，白夜要用沸水往杯里直接冲茶，得茶阻止了她，他顽强地抓住了茶这个抗家人的永恒的话题，他需要深化它拓展它，他不想立刻就听到她对她前一段经历的叙述。他有些手忙脚乱，他告诉她，明前的绿茶很嫩，不能用一百度的沸水冲泡。他把水先冲到了热水瓶中，还开了开瓶口，说最好是八十度，他们日本人的六十度我倒是觉得太低了一点。你现在看到我用青瓷杯冲茶了吧。因为邢瓷类银越瓷类玉，邢瓷类雪越瓷类冰，银雪和玉冰，你感觉一下，哪一种品位高啊。其实陆羽作出这样的评价是主观的，他有他的理由。他觉得茶汤本性泛红，若用白瓷，更显其红，若用青瓷，倒衬出绿色来了。你看，他是不是想说，美有的时候是非常主观的。嗅，你看我奶奶，她把天目盏也拿出来了。你能看出来吗？它是铜过的，是一只破镜重圆的历史悠久的茶盏，从这里能够冲出宋朝的茶来。当然我这是跟你开玩笑。宋朝的茶全是粉末……你怎么啦，白夜我的……我的……你怎么啦？ 得茶傻乎乎地看着白夜，令人吃惊的欲望突然爆发。那是一种似曾相识的感觉，当得茶刚刚知道世界上有白夜这样一个人，看到她的相片就产生不可告人的欲望时，这种欲望被阻隔了。他们之间有过拥抱，但那是没有这种欲望的拥抱，像父亲拥抱女儿，兄长拥抱小妹。得茶来不及思考这股力量是怎么样陡然从心的谷底喷发出来的，他一把抱住了白夜的脖子。他从来没有真正吻过一个女人，甚至不知道应该怎么接吻——这就是爱情吗？他开始焦虑不安起来，眼前出现了越来越多的白雾，大脑开始缺氧，他开始有些上气不接下气，他想得到更多。他的与以往完全不同的做派显然使白夜吃惊。她按住了他的手，说："不！"他立刻就愣住了，脸红到了耳根，头一下子扎到了她怀里，白夜使劲地抬也抬不起来。好一会儿，他自己抬起头来，平静地说："对不起。" 白夜笑了，她坐下，对他说："我想和你说说话。" 得茶轻松起来了，仿佛欢迎远方朋友归来的接风盛典已经完成，现在开始进人正常的怀旧阶段。他坐下来说："你等一等，先喝了茶再说，我发现你竟然连一杯也没有喝。" 他说这番话的时候，动作和口气都有些女性化，这使他看上去更像一个男人了。这种感觉，只有像白夜那种饱经风霜的女人才会体会出来，比起刚才的狂热，她更喜欢这个温和的杭得茶。她说："我得告诉你我这段时间的经历，我得让你有一个思想准备，你收到我的信了吗？" 得茶站了起来，凝望着白夜，他想，终究还是要谈的，那就谈吧，只是不要谈得太深，他不想让这些事情进人得太深，他想他会有办法化解它的。他说："你还活着，并且行动自由，这就说明了一切。至于其他的事件，我想那不是你的过错，我了解你 "不不，你千万不要对人说你了解了他（她），因为你永远也不可能完全了解一个人，尤其是像我这样的人。我刚才见到你们抗家的女人，真令人吃惊，她们使我自惭形秽。她们身上有些不变的东西，看不到年代的印记的、每个时代都会有的东西，比如说冲茶和洗杯子，也许这就是永恒。我要是早一点接触到她们就好了。我和她们太不一样了，时代的每一个浪花都能打湿我，使我险遭灭顶之灾，这就是命运。我为什么要和吴坤结婚呢？这简直是太荒唐了。我父亲曾经对我说过这个词儿。不，我不能够老是谈我自己，我是首先为我父亲回来的。请你先告诉我父亲的下落，我曾经去过你们学校。可我打听不到他的消息，我必须跟你谈我的全部生活，因为也许以后我不再有机会了。"