Mr. milk tea, sweet

"Right, that's it, don't move."

"Night, desire, charm...are all here. Tao Zeru, you are amazing."

Lu Rangwan was immersed in his creativity.

"Of course I'm great." He looked at her with unclear eyes, but he could only stand where he was as she asked.

"Look... I think this picture will definitely sell well!" She happily wanted to share the results with him, but as soon as she raised her head, she saw...

Water drops slowly dripped from the chest muscles, the shirt was opened so low, the sexy mermaid line appeared and disappeared, and the peach-colored skin was soft and hard under the shooting light.

Lu Rangwan was at a loss and squeezed the camera tightly, not knowing what to say to relieve his dry throat. He just took a few steps forward unconsciously.

Oh my god, so handsome! Is this the beautiful life of rich women and sisters who spend a lot of money?

"Rang Wan, you've been taking pictures for a long time, touching and looking, are you still not feeling better?" The words were sultry, and his beautiful face seemed to be getting closer and closer, no matter how plain... he couldn't hold it back.

She was stunned for a while, then subconsciously raised the camera and said, "Okay, okay, the picture is taken, very successful. Just wait and refine it."

Lu Rangwan couldn't help but take another look. His unruliness was engraved on every part of his body.

Secretly complaining, "The living male protagonist of Korean drama Xiangsu, wuwu, what kind of suffering in the world is this? It's so close in front of you but you can't get it..."

Tao Zeru seemed to see what she was thinking and walked over, "What's wrong? You haven't taken a good look yet?"

The wet breasts are close at hand.

"What was I looking at? I was thinking about how to compose the picture."

"Really? Are you going to ask me to sacrifice for your art next time?" His eyes met hers, with something indescribable...

"Isn't it all for work? I'll give you a commission." She suppressed those silly fantasies just now.

Tao Zeru controlled his emotions and complained in his heart, "I was teased for a long time, but it turned out that it was for work. Rang Wan, don't you know that men can't be teased?"

He turned around, picked up the spray from before, and sprayed a few drops of Jiuxie on his face.

In an instant, the water mist condensed into beads hanging on the hair.

He stretched out his hand to rub the chest muscles that Lu Rangwan had looked at eight hundred times and touched fifty times.

What kind of hell on earth is this?

-

the next day.

"Let's drive my car today. I'm afraid the electric car won't run smoothly on the mountain roads." Tao Zeru picked up the key left by Tu Feiyu.

"Your car? When did you go back and bring the car over?"

"Tu Feiyu drove here."

"How much does your car cost? It looks very spacious." Lu Rangwan sat in the passenger seat and looked at the back seat and sighed.

"Not expensive, tens of thousands of dollars..."

Not expensive? Tens of thousands? Tens of thousands to buy a big G?

Get down!

Lu Rangwan wanted to get off the car. I really want to get off the car. Wouldn’t it be nice to drive your own 300,000 yuan electric car? It is better to save energy and protect the environment than to suffer this psychological torture in the car.

"High-end. A big guy with tens of thousands of dollars looks like this. I've seen it! You guys, I admire you." Lu Rangwan bowed his hands.

Tao Zeru drove off. "A means of transportation. I made money when I first entered the industry, and I was determined to improve my own equipment. Now I feel very naive."

She recalled that when she got her driver's license and bought a car, it was not just for the complete set of equipment, but just for the convenience of going to the mountains to buy tea.

"It's not childish. You always have to have armor."

The mountain road is not easy to walk, with big bends followed by small bends. On both sides are shrubs and bamboo forests that have not yet flourished. In the distance are the endless dark mountains. The sky is pure blue, and the air is cool and moist.

“Isn’t the spring in western Anhui beautiful?”

"Beauty cannot be summed up in Wanxi. Do you know how I feel when I drive all the way here?"

"You seem to see the Jiangnan in ancient poems. When we talked about Jiangnan before, small bridges, flowing water, and people would appear in our minds. Now I have many more vivid pictures in my mind. The Jiangnan here is smart and belongs to ordinary life. Yes, this is the real Jiangnan.”

Walking through the spring mountains, my mood begins to relax.

"Rang Wan, this is your hometown. I'm starting to know why you are like this."

"What you like, what he likes, are different but each has its own advantages. Different customs and customs have cultivated everyone's own aesthetics and living habits. If you are used to seeing Jiangnan in the mountains, you will envy those Jiangnan hidden in other places. Small town.”

"No matter where Jiangnan is, I like it!"

They got off the bus at a place with many residents.

"Here we are, here are the tea farmers I work with. I was too busy before, so I only took the first batch of tea. They sent it to me once. This time, if I don't work hard, they sent it to me. I'm going to make a trip today. , this should be the last batch. But they all leave the best to me, so you don’t have to worry."

"I'm very curious as to why the tea made with the tea leaves here is so special. Its flavor is not found in other famous teas."

"Climate, water quality, tea making process. Mainly the location is good."

"In the early years, the tea in our entire province was sometimes only enough for domestic sales. Tea merchants often bought tea from other cities and fried it using their own techniques. People here loved to drink tea after meals. When I was a child, After taking a nap, my mother would make rice with tea leaves and put it on my stomach, so as not to make me hungry. The habit of drinking tea is as daily as eating. Drinking tea in big cities is like an art."

Tao Zeru looked at the simple buildings in the mountains and listened to Rang Wan's detailed description of those old people and stories.

Time goes very slowly, very slowly.

"I'll pack the tea later and take you around the Huahualing Reservoir. The bamboo raft and boat are a four-piece set of purity, tranquility, elegance and charm, which will fully satisfy you."

"When my mother left, I went to look for the ancient Huizhou in the book. You can't imagine how beautiful Huizhou is."

“Although the word Huizhou remains here, most of the ancient Huizhou area has been set aside.”

"Are you going to find Ancient Huizhou alone?" Tao Zeru thought this was the most romantic thing. Lu Rangwan, dressed in white, suddenly appeared in his mind, riding a bamboo raft, with thousands of loneliness accompanying her, and the bamboo raft floated in the forest stream. The wind blew up her skirt and black hair.

Lu Rangwan's voice was soft and soft, occupying all his thoughts bit by bit.

"Starting from the Huangshan Waterway, passing through the Xin'an River, Fuchun River, and arriving at Qiantang, it is the favorite route of the ancients. Every Chinese will remember Wang Lun singing to see Li Bai off in Peach Blossom Pond, Li Bai mourning the Ziling Mausoleum at the head of the Fuchun River, Zhaozhao Yanzi Mausoleum, and fishing in Cang Between the waves. Deep in the water and clouds is Zilingtai. There are too many great poets who have been to Zilingtai."

"The ones I know include Li Bai, Su Shi and, it seems, Meng Haoran."

"That's right, it's like a ceremony. What flows in the Fuchun River is a kind of inheritance. You see, many great poets have gone to check in. Naturally, I, a mortal, will also go."

"and after……"

"Then I came back... I went up to the mountains to pick tea and pick flowers from the tea trees. Doing these little things."

Tao Zeru's heart skipped a beat due to his ordinary tone.

In his carefree youth, she was accepting the gloom of fate.

"I heard that the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" is collected in the National Palace Museum in Taipei, Taiwan." He remembered the "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" that Huang Gongwang spent three years painting.

"Well, half of it is in the Zhejiang Museum. I'll go check it out when I have time."

"Okay!" His answer was loud and clear, like a promise.