Out of place

When the old man Lu ran over from the next room, the back of Hu Hai's hand was completely red, and Xiang Xi didn't dare to touch his hand, so he turned around and shouted at the old man, "Is there any medicine?"

"It's okay," Hu Hai said, "Cold water is enough, and the water temperature is not too high."

Xiang Xi hurriedly let go, and followed Hu Hai to the nearby pool: "Does it hurt? I really didn't mean it, I..."

"Did you make tea with his hand?" Old man Lu came over.

"That pot," Xiang Xi has not figured out what's going on with that pot until now, "the handle of the pot...is slippery."

"Slippery?" Old man Lu was taken aback, "Oh, it's me..."

"Did you touch the pot without washing your hands again?" Hu Hai turned his head and looked at old man Lu, "Did you take the pot when making shortbread and touching oil?"

"I forgot to say," Old Man Lu walked back to the tea table and touched the pot that Xiang Xi threw on the table, "It's really slippery..."

Xiang Xi was a little speechless. Hu Hai sat back at the tea table after washing his hands. He took a rag and wiped off the spilled water on the table, wiped the pot carefully, and washed it with hand sanitizer.

The old man is too unreliable!

When Xiang Xi sat back at the table, his stomach was depressed, and he couldn't say anything. He murmured in his heart about eighty times about old man Lu.

Hu Hai, on the other hand, probably knows Old Man Lu well. After all, he is a master and apprentice, and they have performed together for so long. He frowned and looked at Old Man Lu: "After you make cakes, you should wash your hands anyway?"

"I forgot, I didn't wash it while I was talking with you," Old Man Lu smiled, "Is it too hot?"

"I didn't chat with you when I was playing the piano," Hu Hai looked at his hands, "I don't know who you are talking to... Your hands are fine, so I want you to be careful. If it's not from Xiang Xi, you can take it yourself What should I do if I'm covered, it's very comfortable?"

"I'm talking to Xiang Xi." Old man Lu pointed to Xiang Xi.

"I just walked in!" Xiang Xi couldn't help shouting.

Hu Hai laughed happily: "This person is like this, he is old and young at a young age."

Although he wasn't entirely to blame for this, he poured the water on Hu Hai's hands himself. Seeing that the back of Hu Hai's hands was red and he was still playing the piano, he felt a little bit sorry.

"Why do I look more and more red?" Xiang Xi leaned over and stared at his hand, "No, I have to ask what to do."

"Ask who?" Hu Hai smiled.

"Ask the doctor," Xiang Xi took out his mobile phone and dialed Cheng Boyan, "Although he is an orthopedic doctor..."

The TV rang once, and Cheng Boyan picked it up: "What's wrong?"

"Are you home?" Xiang Xi stood up and walked to the side, Cheng Boyan's side sounded very quiet, probably at home.

"Well, have you eaten yet?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Eat it, I just want to ask you," Xiang Xi said, "What should I do if I get scalded by hot water? There is no medicine."

"Are you burned?" Cheng Boyan's lazy voice suddenly became tense, "Where is the burn?"

"No, no, it's not me, it's when I pour water..." Xiang Xi hurriedly explained.

"You burned your master?" Cheng Boyan became nervous.

"No, it was because I slipped and scalded my brother when I was pouring water," Xiang Xi lowered his voice a little embarrassed, "The back of his hand is red, what should I do..."

"Senior brother?" Cheng Boyan was stunned, "Why do you still have a senior brother?"

Xiang Xi whispered: "My master's other apprentice, the back of his hand is hot..."

"How old is Senior Brother?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Twenty to thirty, no, does this have something to do with the burn?" Xiang Xi was puzzled by his question, "I asked you how to deal with the burn? Why can't you find the point?"

"Oh," Cheng Boyan's voice was no longer anxious and nervous as before, and he said lazily, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Cheng Boyan!" Xiang Xi leaned on the window, poked his head out, and shouted in a low voice, "You are a doctor, why are you so lacking in spirit to save lives and heal the wounded? This is not your style! I scalded people!"

Cheng Boyan clicked his tongue, and it took a long time before he said: "Let your senior brother find some sugar, dip some water in it and sprinkle it on your hands. If there are no blisters or burns, you won't be able to see anything tomorrow."

"Really? This can't be some deceptive little earthwork, right?" Xiang Xi was a little skeptical, and Cheng Boyan's lazy voice sounded like he was dealing with him.

"I haven't tried it, but it works if others use it, let's try it," Cheng Boyan said, "or go to the hospital."

"Give it a try," Xiang Xi nodded, "Go ahead and read."

"What else should I read..." Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "I'll wait for you at the intersection later."

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Xi got some white sugar for Hu Hai to apply on the back of his hand as Cheng Boyan said.

"I don't know if it will work or not," Xiang Xi said.

"Thank you," Hu Hai looked at the back of his hand, "There should be no problem, don't be nervous."

"I'll get the cake." Old man Lu stood up, patted Xiang Xi's shoulder, "and make tea."

"Oh." Xiang Xi put the washed pot on the pot seat to boil water.

"Wash your hands." Hu Hai added to the old man Lu's back.

Xiang Xi smiled, this sentence somehow made him think of Cheng Boyan, suddenly he felt that Hu Hai was like an acquaintance, and when the water was boiled and started to make tea, he was no longer as nervous as before.

"It's just like making tea for yourself at home." Old man Lu took out the shortbread and put it on the table. "Be casual, and don't have to think about what to do."

"Well," Xiang Xi was washing the tea, "I'll have to wait until I get used to this set of steps. If I don't think about it now, the next step is to pick it up and drink it."

"Then drink it," Old Man Lu said with a smile, "The flowers are brewed just for drinking."

Xiang Xi smiled and continued the process of making tea, while Old Man Lu chatted with Hu Hai without a word, all about tea, he listened carefully.

If he was asked to learn this knowledge seriously like a class, he would probably get annoyed if he didn't learn much, but it was unexpectedly interesting to chat like this.

"The water temperature is high," Old Man Lu took a sip of his brewed tea, "but it's not bad."

"I'll pay attention next time." Xiang Xi also took a sip. To be honest, he is not sensitive to the water temperature, and he can't feel the change of the tea soup between high and low.

"Tea is something that you will understand if you drink more," said old man Lu. "We drink tea and make so many preparations to taste the most suitable taste, just like you need a good earphone to listen to music." It can be heard that the effect is the same, but the purpose of wearing earphones is not the same. Some people wear earphones for fashion.

Xiang Xi nodded, and after finishing the first tea, he continued to make the second tea.

Hu Hai ate a few mouthfuls of cakes, then stood up, chatted with the old man, walked around the room slowly, and finally sat on the piano bench.

The strings made a series of sounds under his seemingly casual movements. Because there were so many people in Yunshui Fanxin that day, he didn't pay attention to the piano, so he didn't realize how good it was.

In the quiet tea room at this moment, the sound of the qin can only show its original appearance in the fragrance of tea and the moonlight outside the window. When the tea is poured into the cup, the faint sound of water and the sound of the qin cooperate, which sounds very pleasant. soothing.

What old man Lu told him today was the history of various teas. While drinking tea and chatting, Xiang Xi didn't feel tired at all, although he didn't seem to remember anything in the end...

When it was almost ten o'clock, old man Lu looked at the time: "It's almost time, let's get here today, the bus arrives at 10:30, there is still a bus when you go out now."

"Well," Xiang Xi stood up and bent over, "Master, you have worked hard."

"It's not hard work, if people who listen to what you say can understand it, then it won't be hard work." Old man Lu smiled, "Go back."

"I'll go to the bathroom first," Xiang Xi turned and ran outside the house, "I've had too much tea."

After going to the toilet, he felt comfortable all over his body. When he returned to the house to get his bag, Hu Hai was still playing with the strings.

"Are you leaving?" Old man Lu asked, and handed a small pot of tea to Xiang Xi, "Take it home and drink it."

"I'm not going back today." Hu Hai said, bowing his head and continuing to play the piano.

"Then you stay here and lock the door for me when you leave," Old Man Lu stood up, "I'll go to the mountain for a walk."

He ran up the tea mountain in the middle of the night. Old man Lu said that he had eaten too much and took a walk. Xiang Xi was quite envious. He had eaten too much and could only go around the neighborhood with Cheng Boyan, one child in three steps, one in five steps aunt...

After going out, old man Lu went directly to the mountain from behind the house, Xiang Xi walked out along the path, and saw three figures from a distance, quite dedicated.

There was only one light on the road quite far away, and the tree shadow cast on the road between the two lights, dotted with spots of moonlight. Xiang Xi took out his camera and took a few photos while walking.

As soon as he turned out of the intersection, he saw Cheng Boyan's car parked on the side of the road, and suddenly regained his energy, running and jumping over.

"How long have you been here? You didn't send a text message to tell me." Xiang Xila opened the door and jumped into the car.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb you talking about tea," Cheng Boyan smiled, and pulled a tissue to wipe the sweat off his nose, "How are you today?"

"Very good, we talked a lot," Xiang Xi patted his stomach, "I also ate a lot and drank a lot of water..."

"Didn't your master come out together?" Cheng Boyan looked towards Xiaolu.

"No, I went for a walk up the mountain," Xiang Xi patted the car window, "Let's go."

"Where are you... senior brother?" Cheng Boyan started the car and asked again.

"He's still playing the piano in the tea room, he said he won't be leaving today," Xiang Xi rubbed his nose, "Oh, my hands are burning..."

"Playing the piano?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"I didn't tell you," Xiang Xi sat up straight, "he plays the zither, I can't tell the difference between the guqin and the guzheng, anyway, when we went to Yunshui Fanxin last time, the old man played the qin Well, it's him."

"Oh, that's Guqin, not Zheng." Cheng Boyan said.

"Can you still tell the difference?" Xiang Xi was a little surprised, "I wanted to ask, but I'm too amateur to ask."

"Just look at your hands, you don't need to wear anything on the fingers of Guqin," Cheng Boyan smiled, "Your senior brother is quite... elegant."

"Well, it's quite stylish," Xiang Xi replied, and then remembered the past, "Oh, I even burned his hand."

"I didn't ask in detail just now, why is it hot?" Cheng Boyan asked.

"Old man Lu, he didn't wash his hands after making shortbread, and the handle of the pot was covered with oil. As soon as I picked it up, it slipped, and I poured a hand on Hu Hai!" Don't wash your hands!"

"It's Hu Hai." Cheng Boyan said.

Xiang Xi glanced at him: "I found that you are always off the point of talking tonight."

"Really," Cheng Boyan thought for a while, "Yes, why doesn't the old man wash his hands?"

Back home, Xiang Xi put the tea in the cupboard: "Master gave me some more tea, I haven't finished the one I gave you last time."

"Go buy a tea set," Cheng Boyan said, "Make tea at home."

"No, just take a cup and drink it," Xiang Xi said, "Buying tea sets is too wasteful, and it will cost hundreds of dollars for any set."

"I want to see," Cheng Boyan leaned against the cabinet, "and watch you make tea."

"What's so interesting about that?" Xiang Xi gestured twice, "I was afraid you would laugh."

"Everyone else has watched it, but I haven't watched it yet." Cheng Boyan flicked his finger on his forehead, went into the bedroom and took out his clothes, "I want to watch it."

"You..." Xiang Xi looked at him and sighed, "Then why don't you ask Master when I go back next time, maybe he has a lot, I think it will be cheaper to buy a set, maybe give it to me directly Woolen cloth?"

"Stingy's skills are full of you." Cheng Boyan smiled and entered the bathroom.

Xiang Xi felt that Cheng Boyan was really naive sometimes, and he became naive all of a sudden, and there was no rule, so he had to watch to learn how to tea.

Originally, Xiang Xi wanted to talk to old man Lu, but before he went to the tea room again, two days later, Cheng Boyan brought back a set of tea sets when he got off work.

"This set should meet the requirements," he opened the box, "Come on, Master Xiang, take a look."

"Master Xiang thinks that you are not only obsessed with cleanliness, but also insane." Xiang Xi nestled on the sofa, this set of gadgets is not cheap just by looking at the box, he felt distressed.

"Come here and see how the tea set the neuropathy got for you." Cheng Boyan slowly took out the pot, the cup and so on.

"I can't make it through," Xiang Xi fell on the sofa with a distressed look on his face, "How much will it cost? Master Xiang is so painful that he can't walk just thinking about the money."

Cheng Boyan smiled, put his arms around his waist and dragged him up from the sofa, half hugging and half dragging him to the table: "This is not for buying."

"You picked it up?" Xiang Xi immediately turned to look at him.

"Can you do it? You can only buy it or pick it up?" Cheng Boyan made him ask helplessly. "I asked the boss for this. He has a lot of houses. Today he specially brought it for me."

"No money?" Xiang Xi's eyes lit up.

"Well, I heard that I wanted it, and he delivered it to my door crying and shouting as if he had found a bosom friend." Cheng Boyan said.

"Then let me take a look." Xiang Xi pushed him away, bowed his head and began to study.

"Shall we make tea tonight?" Cheng Boyan put his arms around his waist, "With mashed potatoes."

Xiang Xi was overjoyed when he heard it, and smiled for a long time before turning around: "Are you planning to conquer the world with mashed potatoes in your life?"

"If it doesn't go with mashed potatoes, it can only go with bean porridge." Cheng Boyan smiled.

"You don't need to mix anything, just drink tea," Xiang Xi said, "but this pot needs to be dealt with first, to get rid of the earthy smell."

For today's dinner, Cheng Boyan planned to make some pork rib porridge and some stir-fried vegetables. While he was making the pork ribs, Xiang Xi filled the pot with water in the largest pot in the kitchen, put the tea leaves and tea sets in it, and opened the pot. Bring to a simmer.

"Is pork rib porridge okay?" he asked one.

"Yeah, okay," Xiang Xi looked at the desk, "Where's the food?"

"If there's no food, just spare rib porridge with fried vegetables." Cheng Boyan said.

"...Can I have some fried meat?" Xiang Xi asked, "It's getting cold soon, isn't it inappropriate to eat such a vegetarian meal?"

"No." Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"Can you put a few more ribs?" Xiang Xi looked at the ribs, "I'm a bit gluttonous."

"Okay," Cheng Boyan nodded, and put some chopped ribs into the pot, "It feels like feeding pigs."

"Are you short-sighted?" Xiang Xi put her face in front of his eyes, "Whose pig can look so good-looking like me? And still so obedient?"

"My pig," Cheng Boyan kissed the tip of his nose, "my pig can make tea, and its legs are very long, long and straight."

"That's right!" Xiang Xi was delighted when he heard it, he took two steps back, raised his leg, and stepped on the edge of the desk: "Look at these long and straight legs!"

"Take it down!" Cheng Boyan slapped him on the leg, "You might as well put it in the pot and I'll cook it!"

Xiang Xi quickly retracted his legs, and hid against the wall: "The legs just grew, but you broke them again."

"No." Cheng Boyan washed his hands, turned and walked to the living room, "I have to write out the hundred chapters of the agreement, and I can't delay it any longer."

"Hey! Hey... how come it's a hundred chapters?" Xiang Xi rushed over and hugged him, "I was wrong, I won't raise my legs, you cook and calm down first, you have to write a hundred chapters Tomorrow..."

"Sooner or later, you'll have a good meal." Cheng Boyan glared at him.

"Clean it up! It must be cleaned up!" Xiang Xi nodded vigorously, then pushed Cheng Boyan into the kitchen, "How to clean it up?"

"Slept with you." Cheng Boyan said seriously.

"You..." Xiang Xi opened his mouth and said after a while, "Is this the only thing on your mind now?"

"No, I've been thinking a lot," Cheng Boyan turned around and continued making pork rib porridge. "I'm so tired after going to work and eating. This patient is really nagging. How long will it take to get home without being stuck in traffic?"

Xiang Xi listened to the music, leaned against the wall and laughed for a long time before rubbing his face: "Hey, I actually like you so much."

"Playing hooligans?" Cheng Boyan put the blanched pork ribs into the pot.

"...Well, that's when you said something like that," Xiang Xi chuckled twice, "very cute."

"The flattery is a bit obvious." Cheng Boyan turned his head and glanced at him, "But I love to hear that all the ribs in the pot are yours tonight."

Cheng Boyan's pork rib porridge was not very good, and it was because the pork ribs were delicious, which made this pot of porridge not too tasteless.

But green vegetables were not so lucky, Xiang Xi ate a piece of pork ribs, picked up a chopsticks of green vegetables, swallowed them and sighed: "At least put some oil, these green vegetables taste like wild vegetables, it's better to eat them raw .”

"Then eat it raw, there are still in the kitchen, washed." Cheng Boyan said.

"I mean just save some oil!" Xiang Xi said.

"Do you think you can fry it with water?" Cheng Boyan picked up a plate of green vegetables and held it under the lamp, "See if there is any oil, it's not that there is no oil, it's that there is not much left, every day..."

"Ah, I see," Xiang Xi said quickly, "no more than 30 grams per day, two spoonfuls."

"Why don't I pour you some olive oil, and you can dip it in it." Cheng Boyan couldn't bear to see him like that. He was used to this kind of diet since he was a child. Xiang Xi probably won't be able to adapt for a while. It's because the food is too unpalatable, and it's even more unpalatable without oil.

"Have you ever seen someone eat vegetables with oil?" Xiang Xi laughed, "Why don't you give me some old godmother."

"There is no old godmother," Cheng Boyan pointed to himself, "only my own father."

"Dad, give me some soy sauce." Xiang Xi sighed.

"Okay." Cheng Boyan went into the kitchen and poured him about half a spoonful of soy sauce.

After eating, the tea set with tea leaves was ready, Cheng Boyan was in a hurry to drink tea, Xiang Xi took out all the tea sets from the pot, and put them on the coffee table.

"Wait," Cheng Boyan sat down in the middle of the sofa, "give me the camera, I'll take some pictures."

"Oh," Xiang Xi went over and handed him the camera, "You really..."

Cheng Boyan took the camera and adjusted it, then waved his hand: "Let's start."

"Can I sit on the sofa?" Xiang Xi stood across the coffee table and looked at him, "I squatted down to make tea?"

"Isn't there a little pimp in the study room? You sit on that, and I'll sit on the sofa and enjoy it slowly." Cheng Boyan pointed the camera at him.

Xiang Xi had no choice but to go into the study, took a small pier, came out and sat opposite him, bowed his head and began to make tea slowly.

Ordinarily, Cheng Boyan would be very nervous when he was sitting opposite him with a camera, but he wasn't. He was very relaxed when he fetched tea, warmed the cup and ironed the pot, washed the tea and brewed it.

Just like a very common thing, doing a very common thing with a person who makes me feel at ease is two people drinking tea, everything I do is enjoyment, smelling a little bit of faint tea that pervades the surroundings Xiang, enjoying the quiet time together.

Of course, maybe it wasn't all like this. Another reason why he wasn't nervous might be because Cheng Boyan was an amateur, and a guy who usually only drank mint leaves would just watch the fun.

At first Cheng Boyan looked at Xiang Xi from the camera's screen. After taking a few shots, he brought the camera to his eyes and looked at him from the viewfinder.

The viewfinder frame is a very magical thing, as if it can isolate all distractions, leaving only Xiang Xi who is focusing on water and tea leaves with his head down.

Xiang Xi's hands were beautiful, with long and thin fingers, and the tea set was moving back and forth in his hands, showing a sense of idleness, Cheng Boyan narrowed his eyes.

What I usually see is the tea making process of pretty girls dancing. I imagined that Xiang Xi should be elegant, or as fairy-like as old man Cheng, but Xiang Xi is neither.

In the same order, with the same focus, Xiang Xi gives people a completely different feeling, a little more chic and casual, very handsome.

After the tea was brewed, Xiang Xi put the cup in front of him: "Drink."

Cheng Boyan put down the camera and laughed when he heard this careless "drink". This scene is not much different from the picture of Xiang Xi making tea he imagined before.

But it's surprisingly alluring.

He picked up the cup and took a sip: "Good tea."

"This is strong. If you don't drink it often, you may not like it." Xiang Xi picked up the cup and took a sip, "You can try the lighter one later."

Cheng Boyan didn't speak, leaned on the sofa and looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Xiang Xi put down his glass and asked.

Cheng Boyan smiled: "I really want to deal with you."