The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

In the photo, a 30-year-old man is smiling steadily at the camera.

Song Zhi looks after his mother, and Song Xiang looks more like Song Guoxiao.The face is well-defined, the facial features are well-rounded, the appearance is handsome, and the eyes are bright and energetic, resembling a certain Hong Kong star in the 90s.

Song Zhi stared blankly at the photo in his hand, and the pain in his heart gushed out.He was a big man, and he really didn't want to cry like this, but his tears were like a faucet turned on, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Song Zhi has no memory of Song Xiang.

But the body seems to have a conditioned reflex before, as long as you hear this name, you will feel so remorseful that you want to pull your hair.

The sister-in-law put the new clothes she bought into the brother-in-law's bedroom, and hurried downstairs with tears in her eyes.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhi came out of the room.

At this time, the sister-in-law had calmed down and was doing things about the online store in the lobby.

"Xiaozhi, come here."

Chen Zhengrong called him.

She didn't say a word about the incident just now, but her strong nasal voice revealed her sadness when she spoke.

The sister-in-law showed Song Zhi the computer screen and let him see the homepage of the shop she made.

"I learned it in the provincial capital. When I came back from the high-speed rail, I was halfway through the operation, and now I'm completely done."

"How about you take a look for me?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi saw the fresh green background on the computer screen and said, "It's pretty good."

The screen of Chen Zhengrong's mobile phone was still on, and various software had been downloaded on it, all of which were recommended by the online business teacher.There is also a densely copied book. She has only made half of the notes in the provincial capital for only one week.

Song Zhi was a little silent, the sister-in-law was opening the shop with all her heart.But before, he was like a prodigal, idle and didn't know what he was doing every day.

Song Zhi's face was dull and he felt ashamed of her.

"You've worked hard," he said.

"You have worked hard too." The sister-in-law pretended to be relaxed and asked him: "The cash register has added a lot of money in the past few days. How did you do it?"

Song Zhi told her: "The distributor in Shandong introduced a friend and ordered two batches, which is enough for our store's expenses for three months."

Sister-in-law patted him on the shoulder, full of relief: "It seems that I can let you guard the door by yourself in the future."

"By the way." She suddenly thought of something, "When is the next competition?"

Tian Jiamu came to inform her about this in the morning. Song Zhi recalled it and told her: It was said to be on the second day of the National Day holiday. "

The sister-in-law roughly estimated, "It's still half a month away, don't worry."

Song Zhi noticed her flushed eyes, and he had mixed feelings in his heart: "Yes." He secretly made up his mind that from now on, he will work hard to earn money.

Early the next morning, Song Zhi discussed with Chen Zhengrong: "Sister-in-law, I also want to take a crash course in tea art."

The sister-in-law was surprised, but also very happy: "Okay."

She strongly supported Song Zhi's idea: "It's better to learn some skills than anything else."

But seeing her brother-in-law's tired face, Chen Zhengrong couldn't help admonishing a few more words: "You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself, you can get the government's purchase channel if you can, and pull it down if you can't get it."

"If I run an online store well, we can earn a lot."

Song Zhi nodded: "OK".

He greeted the morning light and walked to the tea market.Unlike in the past, today he picked a few more teas from the stalls on both sides.

In order to compete, he also needs to practice. Song Zhi bought fried greens in half a plastic bag and planned to use it as a practice material.

He said to the proprietress, "I want these."

The latter was quite surprised by the little tea master's handwriting: "So much? Are you going to drink it for the cow?"

"No." Song Zhi replied.

The proprietress thought she was very humorous, but she wondered why she didn't see the little tea master joking with her.Seeing that he was in a bad mood, she asked another question: "Push a small cart for you, or you won't be able to take it back."

But the little tea master waved his hand and said no, he carried the ten catties of tea on his shoulder: "I'm leaving."

The proprietress's eyes followed his back and left, she murmured to the female stall owner next to him: "Why is he so serious today and doesn't smile at others?

The female stall owner's eyes were full of love: "He looks quite handsome with a serious face."

The proprietress: "It's the age to play handsome."

The figure of the little tea master gradually disappeared at the corner of the street. As soon as he left, the women in the tea market completed their daily task of seductive check-in.

Song Zhi returned to the tea house, spread these cheap roasted greens on the tea tray, and looked at them one by one. He picked out all the badly shaped and fragile leaves, and threw them all over the ground all morning.

He began to raise the tea, like a machine, repeating the up and down movements tirelessly.It wasn't until around noon that the last dish was finally finished.

At this moment, Song Zhi was already moving his arms mechanically, staring at the dirt dog across the road, dazed.

Uncle Zheng happened to come out to take out the trash. Seeing the brat next door in a daze, he walked over and knocked the ash in the cigarette stick into Song Zhi's hand.

"What are you doing!"

Song Zhi hurriedly poured out the cigarette ash in his hand.

Zheng Haizhong called him: "All the tea leaves in your hand have been sifted away! The good tea leaves have fallen to the ground too! Are you sifting the air?"

"I've been watching you for a while, tell me, what troubles did you encounter?"

Song Zhi picked up the good tea leaves on the ground: "No worries."

Uncle Zheng found a horse tie and sat down beside him.

"Okay, our shabby house is not soundproof at all."

"I heard you crying in bed in the middle of the night last night."

Song Zhi was speechless for a while, but Uncle Zheng always exposed him mercilessly.

Zheng Haizhong sighed, knocked the cigarette stick on the steps, and comforted Song Zhilai: "There is nothing you can't think about, people are alive like this, and they all have to suffer."

The latter pouted: "Why do you have to suffer?"

Zheng Haizhong got excited: "Why can't you suffer? Have you ever seen someone laughing and carefree?"

Before Song Zhi could speak, he asked himself and answered: "Yes, I have indeed seen it."

"You before."

He took a look at Song Zhi: "But it doesn't seem to be the case now."

"..."

He went on to say: "It's good to get through it. Everyone has to go through something. Just like tea leaves, when I was young, I grew up fresh and alive, but when I was old, I was pinched down, kneaded, roasted, and raised." , Stir-frying, the easily broken tea leaves are equivalent to dead, and the remaining alive ones have to be scalded with boiling water to peel off a layer of skin."

"And then?" Song Zhi looked back at him.

"Then, after scalding a layer of skin, some tea leaves floated."

"Some tea leaves sink."

"It's the 'three floats and three sinks' we pay attention to when making tea. Does it look good?" The uncle clicked his lips, "Not to mention, when making tea, I think it's really pretty!"

"This truth sounds very pale. Listening to me, it's like drinking plain water."

"Hold on, as long as you get through it, no matter how hard you sip, you can find some sweetness from the bitter tea."

Song Zhi complained: "Then why don't you smack hard, and you still like to put yellow in bitter tea. Rock sugar?"

The old man leaned back and puffed out a smoke ring: "You brat, think I'm farting with you here."

Song Zhi couldn't understand it deeply, but he very much agreed with what Uncle Zheng said, "There is no one who does not suffer."

He took it to heart.

The next day, Song Zhi squeezed onto the bus to the city.

This is the first day of the crash course.

As soon as he arrived at the station, he saw the two sisters from the Liu family were also here.

They greeted Song Zhi very warmly, and asked him about Fang Chengyan's situation.

"Little tea master! Are you here too?" The two little girls rushed up to Song Zhi on electric bikes, one on each side, sandwiching him.

"Did Fang Chengyan come with you?"

Song Zhi asked: "Have you inquired? Do you know his name?"

The two girls bombarded Song Zhi in turn: "I have inquired about it, he is so powerful."

Another asked, "Is he rich?"

"My dad said his car is worth hundreds of W."

"Don't say it's a development zone, it's spread around our family."

"He's almost thirty, why doesn't he marry a wife?"

Liu Tutu said to Liu Mingming: "Look at what you said, is it possible that we are waiting for you to turn eighteen?"

"go away!"

Liu Mingming raised her head and continued to ask Song Zhi: "What about you, why don't you play with him anymore?"

"Play." Song Zhiyan uttered one word concisely.

Liu Tutu said: "Whenever you bring him over, meet us too. The last time we met was too hasty, we didn't even talk to him."

"If you don't talk to him, what will he say? People don't like to make noise." Song Zhi said.

The two of them spoke in unison, their voices overlapped, and it was extremely loud: "But he has been looking at you!"

The little tea master stopped talking now.

The two of them were clearly rivals to him, but they insisted on getting together with him.

However, these two girls are quite cute, and Song Zhi seems to be able to squeeze out the depressing things in his mind when he hears them chattering.

Song Zhi quickly adapted to this state.

He gets up at seven every morning and never sleeps in.

After visiting the tea market and finishing the work that should be done, I take the bus every afternoon at [-] o'clock and return at [-] o'clock, and the rest of the time is used for repeated practice.Every afternoon, I went to class in the wind and rain, and followed the tea art teacher to correct my movements.

It wasn't long before the three of them became regular names in the class.

The sisters of the Liu family have a good heart, and their movements are in unison, which is very beautiful.

Song Zhi's posture is also gradually getting on the right track.

Ten days passed so quickly.

The competition was just around the corner, Song Zhi got on the bus as usual that day.Helplessly, it was Saturday, just in time for the day when the people in the town gathered to go to the city to play.

The bus driver in the small town drove very aggressively, and the brakes did not care about the passengers behind him. He slammed on the brakes before a traffic light at a certain section of the road, and Song Zhilian was thrown to the front of the car with his tea. The phone screen, the keys on a junior high school student's backpack even scratched his tea bag.

A big hole was cut in the paper bag, and half of the fried greens inside fell out "shua".

Song Zhi frowned, and hurried to protect the big opening, but his hands were occupied together, and he couldn't spare his hands to hold the handle of the bus, and he didn't have enough space to squat down and pick up the tea leaves on the ground.

The whole person was staggering, just when he was in trouble.

He suddenly saw Fang Chengyan next to him, who was also waiting for the green light.

Song Zhi was standing in a car that was as crowded as sardine cans, never in his life had he expected a man to look in his direction so much!

Maybe the eyes are too hot.

Expectations are too high.

Fang Chengyan really glanced sideways in the next second.

His gaze stopped suddenly, meeting Song Zhi's longing eyes.

——At this moment, Song Zhi almost shouted that he loves him!

The man is handsome, wise and powerful, and he lowered the car window with a radiant glow!

The perspective of the two is one high and the other low.

In the curious look of the car full of people.

A handsome man in a luxury car asks, "Where are you going?"

Song Zhi squeezed forward, struggling to open the window: "Fang Chengyan, I'm going to the city center."

The man pointed forward, and Song Zhi immediately nodded knowingly.

He was rude this time and got off the car directly at the next intersection.

Then, under everyone's envious eyes, he sat down on the co-pilot of this handsome man.

The author has something to say:

Four shifts a day, Mom, I am promising! ! !