world class art fanatic

Zhong Ying never saw Ning Mingzhi again, and didn't care what happened to him.

Eat in peace and tranquility on time, and go to bed at that time.

No matter how the servants in Zaining's mansion see him, Zhong Ying is still doing everything as usual, and will ask: "Where is the teacher who said to help me change to Sencha ceremony? When will he come?"

It seems that if you want to learn the Japanese tea ceremony to the end, you can't waste a great opportunity.

Two days later, the haggard Yuanshan finally knocked on the door of Yilang Pavilion again.

"Mr. Zhong, Mr. Ogawa will be here today. He is the inheritor of the Sencha Ceremony."

Zhong Ying nodded, but still didn't care, and was going to meet the new tea ceremony teacher.

There were bursts of laughter in the narrow and deserted tea room.

"Oh, we Xiaochuanliu don't have so many rules. The taste of tea is our lifelong pursuit."

"I have been to China, and I like your tea houses in Guangzhou. It is lively, delicious, and the tea is also good!"

"Hahaha, my dream is to open a teahouse in Nagoya where people can enjoy all-you-can-eat tea from morning to night. I also want to invite a master of Cantonese cuisine to teach me how to make refreshments."

Mr. Ogawa laughed heartily. Although he was kneeling, the atmosphere in the tea room was relaxed and happy, and he was also willing to chat about the food. "I like shrimp dumplings, milk tarts, and glutinous rice chicken!"

Zhong Ying was learning the way of sencha while listening to him report the names of the dishes.

Those sweet and delicious Cantonese dishes were reported by the Japanese who is half-versed in Chinese, and immediately overflowed with aroma, permeating the tea room.

I'm hungry after listening to the bell.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the wagashi, and the light milky fragrance entered his mouth, after all, it couldn't match the soft and refreshing shrimp dumplings in the morning tea shop.

Xiao Chuan is also too good at talking, too good at seducing people.

"Mr. Xiao Chuan, next time you come to China, I must invite you to Yue Fu Lou."

Zhong Ying smiled and invited, "Let's drink tea and chat, it must be much more comfortable than in this restrained tea room."

"That's good!" Teacher Xiaochuan was ambitious, "I'll teach you Xiaochuanliu first, and when the time comes to treat guests with tea, it will be your tuition fee!"

The sencha ceremony is indeed much more relaxed than the matcha ceremony.

They simply discussed tea culture and talked about Chinese and Japanese delicacies, which was more like the atmosphere that tea tasting should have.

Zhong Ying's gloomy mood finally got better with Mr. Xiao Chuan, who has a bright personality.

Whether it was the person Ning Mingzhi specially picked, or the one who hit the right path, Zhong Ying had a very good time.

At the end of the first lecture, he almost learned the Ogawa style of sencha tea ceremony, and still reluctantly made an appointment with Mr. Ogawa to see you tomorrow.

Yuan Shan kept silent all the time, except for Bang Zhongying as the interpreter, he hardly said anything unnecessary.

It also lost the liveliness that emerged quietly after being familiar with it before.

Zhong Ying didn't want to persuade him anything.

For an inner disciple like Yuan Shan who joined the Zaining School since childhood and is proud of the word "Yuan", it may be difficult to understand his hatred for Ning Mingzhi.

Because Master Zaining is a world-renowned master.

When Zhong Ying didn't know that he was Ning Mingzhi, from time to time he would lament Japan's luck in the news of Japanese cultural exchanges and dissemination.

They have a stable society and a solid class, and they can produce countless researchers with stable lives to study China's unstable history.

Whether it is ancient architecture, ancient music, or ancient poetry, it all reveals the Japanese's persistence in seeking their roots.

They studied China and developed a system, so that the documents they left behind have become valuable materials for China to look back and study itself.

Sad and lamentable.

Zhong Ying's hatred for Ning Mingzhi did not hinder his admiration for Japan's perfect research model.

He only hopes that the country can stick to this stability, stop going the wrong way again, gradually catch up with or surpass Japan, and say to those arrogant soft bones: "They are nothing more than that."

Zhong Ying is always in deep thought and contented.

When I met Mr. Ogawa again, I was equally happy.

However, Mr. Xiao Chuan seemed a little mysterious today.

He asked: "Mr. Zhong should have learned the exercises I taught, right?"

Zhong Ying smiled and nodded, showing Xiao Chuanliu's "gongfu" as he wished.

Even if it is a free sencha ceremony, there will still be strange rhetoric of the Japanese tea ceremony.

For example, boiling water and taking tea all have different breathing rates and patterns.

For example, the utensils used are cumbersome and comprehensive, as if the four rules and seven rules of the matcha ceremony have been transferred to the tea utensils.

The tea drinkers are relaxed and at ease, while the tea masters who make the tea are cautious.

Zhong Ying doesn't like rules, but he likes the first tea washing tea and the first smelling fragrance taught by Xiao Chuanliu, which is similar to Kung Fu tea.

Bamboo tea shed, Beijing-fired water injection, and tea box tea rules are pleasing to the eye.

He took the utensils to make tea one by one, and Mr. Xiao Chuan, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly moved to the side, and respectfully invited a new guest to take a seat.

Zhong Ying was concentrating on pouring the tea in the purple sand pot, and couldn't get distracted to see who it was.

Fortunately, that person had healthy legs, so he came over quietly and sat cross-legged, at least he couldn't be Ning Mingzhi.

The other party quietly waited for Zhong Ying's first cup of tea, the atmosphere was solemn and quiet.

Zhong Ying lowered his eyes to pour out the quiet tea-colored green tea, and then raised his eyes to look at the new guests directly opposite.

The man had a handsome and stern face, as if he was really a serious tea drinker.

But the corners of his mouth curled up again, and he couldn't help but smile at Zhong Ying.

"Brother Qiu?" Zhong Ying stood there in a daze, looking at Li Jinqiu, who was wearing a shirt and trousers and came in a hurry.

Before he could ask the cause and effect, Mr. Xiao Chuan put on the appearance of a strict teacher, and said intentionally, "Why don't you treat the guests to some tea?"

Yuan Shan immediately translated, but Zhong Ying still stared at Li Jinqiu.

The composer, who should be in China, came to Zaining's house no matter what.

He not only frowned, but handed the tea bowl to Li Jinqiu with a heavy heart, and said, "Please use tea."

Li Jinqiu took the tea bowl and couldn't help laughing out loud.

However, he didn't say anything, as if he was playing a fun game, he drank it down in one gulp.

Teacher Xiao Chuan and Yuan Shan were stunned when they saw him being so forthright, and gave up reminding him of the rules of drinking slowly and savoring carefully.

But Li Jinqiu's play is not over yet.

He put down the tea bowl, handed it to Zhong Ying, and said a Japanese that he was learning and selling now——

"Thank you for your hospitality. Let's have another bowl."

Zhong Ying's eyebrows stretched, obviously he didn't need Yuan Shan's translation at all to understand what he said.

"Okay." Zhong Ying also answered him in Japanese, "Since you like it so much, then I will refrain from pouring tea for you."

Before Li Jinqiu waited for Zhong Ying to be at a loss, he became at a loss first.

He asked bluntly: "I will just say that sentence, what did you say? Why don't you translate it?"

Zhong Ying ignored him, like a dedicated tea master, refusing to chat with him.

Only Yuan Shan obediently translated for him.

After listening to this, Li Jinqiu smiled and straightened his tired legs, without any serious appearance.

"That's what it meant."

He was delighted to see that Zhong Ying was wearing a white sportswear, which was clean and elegant, boiling water and pouring tea. Although it was not a matching kimono, Zhong Ying's movements were elegant and elegant enough to be pleasing to the eye.

Li Jinqiu knew nothing, looked up at this elegant and quiet tea room.

He said: "I have heard along the way that Master Zaining is highly respected and has many disciples. Now when I arrive at his house, I realize that he is really the suzerain of a great sect. This style is really not small."

"You came to Japan without saying a word, and you didn't respond to any news. I thought you were in retreat."

Li Jinqiu asked with a smile, "By the way, how is your concert preparation going? Tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will help you!"

The helpful Li Jinqiu didn't even notice that this was a prison.

"Concert?" Zhong Ying poured water in an orderly manner, and asked with great interest, "Who told you there was a concert, and what did they say?"

Immediately, Li Jinqiu also noticed something was wrong.

He frowned slightly, and said in confusion: "Didn't you say that you are going to hold a concert in Japan to commemorate the victims of the massacre? Zai Jingzi has indeed done many good things for so many years. She will not lie to me, will she?"

Zhong Ying chuckled, thinking that Zaining's mansion has been calm these few days, it must be Ms. Jingzi's mediation, and she tried every means to find a good solution.

He wasn't in a hurry at all.

Whether it is a concert or a commemoration of the victims, if he does not play the piano or go on stage, no one will force him to go.

Zhong Ying, who was in a peaceful mood, made new tea for Li Jinqiu patiently and meticulously.

"Please use it." He handed it out politely.

Li Jinqiu took it seriously, and before he drank it, Zhong Ying added: "Let's go on the road after drinking."

Li Jinqiu almost spit out the tea and coughed for a while.

He frowned, pinching the teacup and asked in confusion, "What road? What road?"

"Didn't you see it?"

Zhong Ying stood up slowly, straightened his sleeves, and intentionally frightened Li Jinqiu.

"This is a Hongmen banquet set up by Zaining's family. When you come, you have to go to the road of death with me."

Li Jinqiu: ...

Li Jinqiu frowned and thought deeply, but he really couldn't think deeply about the truth of the world.

He drank his tea with downcast eyes, not wasting Zhong Ying's thought.

After the tea was finished, Li Jinqiu also stood up.

He was half a head taller than Zhong Ying, with a smile, he asked gracefully and calmly: "Didn't what you said just now mean 'not to be born on the same day in the same year, but to die on the same day in the same year'?"

"I, Li Jinqiu, will accompany you on this road to death."