Your Grace as before

In life, who is whose calamity, who is whose fate.

The twilight was blurred, and the low-hanging willows gently hit the lake with the wind, causing ripples, which shocked a group of wild ducks to stamp their feet and leave in the distance.

Next to the lake, there is a scholar in plain clothes, clinging to the last bit of light, sitting quietly at the table, looking forward to the next letter writer, looking for a little income.

On the opposite side of the lake is a teahouse, Xiaoer sat wearily at a wooden table next to the door, staring blankly at a certain place, looking forward to the annihilation of the last ray of light in his heart.The shopkeeper in front of the case supported his neck and dozed off.

Although the store is small, it is clean and tidy. The small store with a little age has an old taste, which will always attract people to want to find out.

As the dark sky was about to end, a late guest slowly stepped into this unnamed teahouse. His light and easy steps made waves in the air, which woke up the waiter at the table and the shopkeeper in front of the desk.

The young shopkeeper showed his face and smiled lightly: You are here! "

The visitors smiled back, nodded slightly, and walked towards a table with familiar steps. Xiao Er hurried forward and wiped the clean table again.

"Guest officer, please wait a moment."

The young man in Suyi Longhua expressed his thanks with a smile.Xiaoer inadvertently glanced at that Ruyu's face, quickly retracted his gaze, turned around and sat back in his original seat, watching the shopkeeper take out the good tea from his collection.

The shopkeeper took out a tea pot from the counter, grabbed some tea leaves, brewed a pot of tea by himself, and took out a teacup from the cabinet, which was old and delicate, and delivered them to the late guest.

"Why is the young master alone today? Why don't you see another young man in red?" The shopkeeper chatted beside him and asked.

The young man in plain clothes took a light drink from the teacup and tasted it carefully: "I'm afraid I've been caught! The shopkeeper's tea, if you don't drink it for a day, you will miss it very much."

The shopkeeper laughed loudly: "It seems that you are honored to enter the shop because of the face of the tea. Xiaosheng is really sad!" After speaking, he touched his chest in a serious manner.

Seeing this, the young man in plain clothes also laughed.

When the young shopkeeper returned to the case, he maintained his previous actions, squinting his eyes and dozing off, with the scene of the young man in plain clothes stepping into the store for the first time in his mind.

The teahouse in winter is quiet and quiet.There are very few guests every day, and it is the same time, the same appearance, and the candles are flickering in the cold wind.

Xiao Er was about to get up and close the door, when a figure in plain clothes stepped into the old shop lightly, Xiao Er, who was already sleepy, said without raising his head, "Guest officer, please go back. We're closed!!"

After finishing speaking, he saw that figure did not move, Xiaoer raised his head, unexpectedly, what caught his eyes was a handsome face like jade, but it was full of bewilderment and vicissitudes, and the temperament around him seemed to be that erratic fire candle.His body trembled inexplicably, and his footsteps faltered.

The young man in plain clothes murmured: "Let me rest for a while! Just for a while!"

If he refused, he couldn't say anything, Xiao Er had no choice but to call the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper brought people into the shop and sat down at the table. For the first time, he took out the long-preserved tea for a stranger. Seeing the vicissitudes and sorrows of that person, unexpectedly also raised a trace of pity.

The young man in plain clothes, as he said, seemed to really just want to rest for a while, sitting with his head bowed, holding a cup of tea in his hand, murmuring in his mouth, but he couldn't hear what he was whispering.

The wind and snow outside the door seemed to be getting bigger, the cold wind was blowing loudly, and the last ray of light was gone

Since then, the plain-clothed youth has become a frequent visitor to the teahouse, but the red-clothed youth has always been just something that person talks about, in a trance, in a trance...