ASTNovels Chapter 140 Qimen (2)
Chapter 140 Qimen (2)
Chapter 140 Qimen ([-]) Next to the Municipal Central Hospital, there is a quiet and elegant courtyard, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and the water, trees and flowers are clear.
More than a month ago, Duan Zijin broke in unintentionally, and before leaving, she promised that the master of the other courtyard would come to visit in the future, but so many things happened in the past month, she thought about it several times, and threw away this promise several times. behind the head.
The three of Shao Yucheng drove her to the gate of Chen Zhou's other courtyard. When the bodyguards saw it was them, they let her in.
The thin old woman was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a teapot, making tea.The sun shines in from the simple and elegant lattice window beside her, creating a peaceful picture, so serene and peaceful that one cannot bear to be disturbed.
When boiling hot water pours into the pot, the high-alcohol aroma fills the whole living room.
The nostrils moved slightly, and the familiar smell made Duan Zijin more and more sure of her guess.
Chen Zhou seemed to be unable to see the four of them, and she was all focused on the bowl of tea in her hand.Even though she is old and can't even straighten her back, she can still feel a charm that others can't imitate from her slow and regular movements.
The scent of tea in the air gradually calmed the anxious and impulsive hearts of several people. For a while, no one made a sound.
After finishing the work in hand, Chen Zhou put down the teapot, wiped his hands, looked at them, and smiled lovingly: "I kept you waiting for a long time."
Of course, it was impossible for Chen Zhou to know that they would come in advance, but the expression on her face was neither surprised nor angry, and there was a trace of incomprehensible Zen in her leisurely way.
Fu Yan also bowed politely and said, "Grandma, I'm sorry to bother you."
Chen Zhou smiled: "It's okay, just sit down and talk."
Shang Boyang's cold and hard lips were softened a lot by the smell of tea, and even Shao Yucheng seemed less impetuous.
Duan Zijin looked at the tea on her table with complicated eyes, "Grandma, is this Qi Hong?"
Chen Zhou raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Unexpectedly, you also know tea."
Duanzi lowered her eyes, she doesn't understand tea, she is just too familiar with the taste.
Keemun black tea is Jiang Lin's favorite tea. She used to complain that the tea tasted bitter. He persuaded her twice, but seeing that she still refused to drink it, he stopped forcing her.
But after parting with him, she drank Qi Hong for six years alone on the far side of the ocean.
How could I forget.
"Grandma, forgive me." Duan Zijin pursed his lips, and said suddenly, "Is the Chen family ancestral hall...in Qimen?"
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Decades ago, the Chen family was a well-known tea ceremony family. Both men and women in the family were proficient in tea art and had extremely high attainments.
However, the scene didn't last long. In Chen Zhou's generation, she had just given birth to a daughter for the Chen family, and her husband passed away.
According to the rules, the Chen family must recruit a son-in-law to pass on the family business.
It's a pity that God's wishes failed, and the only daughter of the Chen Zhou family married to Europe in the end, and the Chen family gradually declined.
Now, although the Chen Zhou family has been taken to Yucheng by Jiang Lin to take care of them, the ancestral hall and temple where the Chen family enshrines their ancestors must still be in Qimen.
Duan Zijin remembers that six or seven years ago was also May.
In the bedroom, while she was packing the man's luggage, she said dissatisfiedly: "Can I really not go with you?"
The man sat on the bed, quietly watching her every move with black eyes, "You have an exam in your professional class next week."
"It's the same for make-up exams later, isn't it just one less chance than others?" She muttered, "Besides, the scores of professional courses are all judged by you. I am so good. If you dare to let me fail, I will..."
Before she finished speaking, her body froze suddenly.A strong and hard chest was attached to her back at some point, the man hugged her from behind, and his chin rested on the hollow of her neck.
He whispered to her: "Yuyou, one day I will take you there, now...it's against the rules."
She said "oh", put down the unfinished clothes in her hand, turned around, wrapped her lotus root arms around his waist, "then you must remember to send a bouquet of flowers to my aunt, and burn more paper and paper." Clothes, tell her again... Let her rest assured, her son... I will take good care of her in the future. I can't see her this year, I'm sorry..."
Jiang Lin's eyes darkened, and she buried her head in front of his chest, missing the slight movement in his always calm and indifferent eyes.
After a while, the tip of his lips raised slightly, "How are you going to 'take good care' of me?"
Duan You was so angry that he pushed him away, pointing to the suitcase on the bed, "Dare you not see who is packing your luggage for you now?"
Jiang Lin laughed, avoiding the position of the suitcase, pressed her into the soft bedding, and said in a hoarse voice: "The aunts hired at home can also do those things, but there is one thing that must be done by you..."
Before his lips kissed, Duan You raised his hand to block his magnified and flawless handsome face, and asked abruptly: "By the way, does your mother not like me?"
Her distressed and serious appearance was caught in his eyes, and Jiang Lin pondered, "It's possible that with her character, she probably won't like arrogant girls."
"Ah?" Duan You suddenly sat up from the bed, his head almost hit his mandible, his brown eyes rolled around, "Then don't tell her, talk about me..."
She was extremely dishonest, Jiang Lin frowned imperceptibly, moved the suitcase to a place where she would not be hurt, and looked at her lightly, "What are you talking about?"
"Say I have a bad personality..." Duan You's voice became smaller and smaller.
"You yourself know that you have a bad personality?" The man's voice was deep and indistinguishable, he put his warm palm on the back of her neck, and put her head in front of him, wanting to continue what was interrupted just now.
But Duan You is more serious, how can he be confused?
She raised her hand and waved his arm away, her crescent-like eyebrows frowned, "Don't make trouble, I'm bothered!"
Jiang Lin smiled wryly, but now he dug a hole for himself to jump into.
Seeing that Duan You's expression became more and more anxious, he had no choice but to promise in a deep voice: "She will like you."
"why?"
"Because she likes me."
"So what?" Someone was reluctant.
Jiang Lin blocked her seductive lips, tossed and turned, and said in a low voice: "Ask knowingly."
Duan You has good grades since she was a child, and her brain turns quickly.She understood what he meant, but she insisted on forcing him to say it himself, "She likes you, why must she like me?"
because I like you.
Jiang Lin didn't give her another chance to become poor.
Some things still need to be proved by "action".
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After getting off the plane at Huangshan Airport, Duan Zijin boarded the bus to Qimen without delay.
Qimen County is mostly an ancient town, and there is no dedicated airport, so she had to fly to the nearest airport to Qimen, and the people sent by Shao Yucheng and the others were also driving here from Yucheng.
Duan Zijin sat in the bus and kept calling him, but he didn't know where Jiang Lin was, and the phone had no signal.
It was dusk when they arrived at the ancient town where the Chen family was located.
The houses in the ancient town are generally low, and you can see the sky and clouds burned red by the setting sun when you look up.In a majestic and magnificent orange-red tone, the western sky in the distance is so gorgeous that it almost hurts.
The fragrance of tea, the air is full of tea fragrance.
It turned out that this was the reason why he never forgot about Qi Hong.
If she could have understood earlier, when he coaxed her to taste it, she would not have said arrogantly that she likes to drink such old antiques. Can't you see that Professor Jiang is so nostalgic?
At that time, the deep blackness in Jiang Lin's eyes was disappointment and displeasure.But he never imposed his preferences on her.
Duan Zijin's legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took seemed to fall to the ground.For some reason, water glistened in his eyes.
It wasn't until she walked into this ancient town that she felt that she had walked into his sadness for the first time in eight years.
On both sides of the quaint streets, all kinds of small vendors are yelling about the last few minutes of the day, and they are all ready to close their stalls and go home.
Duan Zijin wiped his eyes and leaned into a small shop selling dried fruits.The shop owner is a very warm-hearted uncle. His dark skin is very similar to the color of the soil in that area. He recognized that she was a foreigner, so he asked her in not very authentic Mandarin: "Girl, what do you want to buy?"
Seeing the innocent smile on his face, Duan Zijin swallowed the refusal that came to his lips, and pointed casually, "Please pack a bag for me, please."
The boss smiled and filled a bag full for her, and gave her some snacks as a gift. Duan Zijin paid the money, and then asked, "Boss, do you know how to get to the Chen family?"
"The Chen family?" The boss's smile did not fade, "Which Chen family are you talking about?"
"Cooking bitter snow in a jade pot, trying clear tea with skillful hands." After Duan Zijin read these ten words, the boss's expression turned cold for a moment, and he interrupted: "I don't know, don't ask me! There is no such family in Qimen!"
She frowned, "Boss..."
"Girl, it's okay to go, I'm going to close the door."
Duan Zijin was thrown out by the shopkeeper with a puzzled face, completely unaware of what happened.
She went to the hardware store next door and asked again, and got the same answer.
It seemed that everyone in the town hated this "non-existent" Chen family.
What happened and where is Jiang Lin?