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

Ever since he attended the training class, he hadn't seen Fang Chengyan for a long time.

"City center?" The man turned his head and asked, "More specifically, where is it?"

"The old union is diagonally opposite."

Song Zhi met the man's eyes, and felt that the other man was amazingly handsome today, and even he had to avoid it by three points.

"understood."

After explaining, Song Zhi leaned comfortably on the passenger seat.

The car that Fang Chengyan often drives in Qingyuan is different from the one in Beijing. Although the exterior of the two cars is German black, this car is obviously more low-key. The inner seats are all made of suede and leather. The design fits the back, which is more comfortable than the bus.

Song Zhi leaned back, and the gossip that the Liu family sisters mentioned to him popped out of his head——

Fang Chengyan's car costs several hundred W.

He looked around in the man's car and asked, "Is your car easy to drive?"

"is acceptable."

"How can it still be legal?"

Fang Chengyan explained: "The start is fast, and the performance of the gearbox and transmission is also good."

"What are you asking these for?"

Song Zhi looked at his big hands with well-defined knuckles holding the steering wheel, and told him, "I'm also planning to take the driving test for the entire means of transportation."

"I can't always trouble others to carry me like this."

"You haven't?"

"I didn't take the exam." Song Zhi said, "Otherwise, why would I have dragged you away for an hour that night?"

"That's right." Fang Chengyan looked ahead and said, "I haven't thanked you yet."

"No, you've been my driver so many times."

To Fang Chengyan, he really couldn't say any hypocritical words like "Thank God thank you for having you in life".

"Then what?" Song Zhi scratched his head, still a little embarrassed: "In the future, if no one picks up your entertainment, and if you need help, you can always come to me."

Song Zhi made such a promise to others.

The corners of Fang Chengyan's mouth twitched, expressing that he was flattered by this.

The little tea master really planned to take the driver's license test.When he was in Beijing, Xiang Bin drove him when he went out to play.Although Chen Baiyu doesn't like to drive, he also got this certificate.

But when he asked his mother, Song's mother said he didn't have one.

He himself wondered, how could such a big person not even take this test?

Whether Song Zhi remembered it was because, in his previous 25 years of life, there was no need for this.

From childhood to adulthood, he was picked up wherever he went. When he was young, he was his biological father, when he grew up he was the eldest brother, and later he was Zhang Lingze.He only needs to call his eldest brother, and the busy Song Xiang will answer whatever he says.

And Zhang Lingze.Song Zhi spent every university vacation with him, so he didn't even bother to take this kind of test.

For various reasons, the past is like the wind, dissipating in the clear breeze and sunny day.

"I can send you off." Fang Chengyan told him.

Song Zhi hurriedly said no: "How can I? You are so busy."

"It's not very busy. If you need it in the future, just call me." The other party asked him: "What about you? What are you going to the trade union for?"

Song Zhi told the truth: "I signed up for a tea art training class." With calm eyes, he told the man: "I will do business well in the future. I know that I used to come to Qingyuan to dawdle. Now I have to be serious. , planning for the future."

After sending the person to the destination, Song Zhi obediently said "Thank you" to Fang Chengyan, and walked away.

Fang Chengyan stared at his back, feeling that something was different about him.

Three days later, when Fang Chengyan accompanied the old man to the door again, he saw Song Zhi wearing a disposable sanitary suit at the back door, spreading a layer of plastic sheeting on the ground, setting up a filter, and raising tea with one shovel after another.

The crumbs of the tea leaves were flying all over the sky, and the little tea master was standing in the pile of green tea, his eyes were calm, and he was doing what he was doing seriously and attentively.

This scene aggravated the doubts in Fang Chengyan's heart. He felt that Song Zhi looked much more stable, or in Chen Zhengrong's words, "like a human being".

The old man walked up to the plastic sheet and stopped in his tracks: "Young Master Song, what are you doing?"

Song Zhi looked up, and immediately took off his mask, revealing a slightly surprised smile underneath.

He put down the things in his hand and said, "Don't call me that, call me Xiao Song Xing."

Then he patted the tea powder on his body: "I'll clean it up, you go in and sit down first."

Chen Zhengrong was mopping the floor in the house, when she saw the old man coming to the door, she hurried out to say hello: "Are you here?"

"Please come in quickly." She put the mop by the door, "I haven't thanked you yet, Song Zhi told me that he has been eating at your house last week, this is really... oh, it's too unreasonable."

Fang Changyun said: "I also want to thank him for coming to eat with me, an old man."

The sister-in-law took the bench and asked the distinguished guest to sit down: "What are you today?"

"The Phoenix Dancong last time was pretty good, I drank it all up, and I plan to buy some more."

"They're all from my own family. We have a lot of tea here. Whatever you want, just come and get it at any time."

The two argued for a long time over whether to pay or not, and finally the old man swiped his card on the cash register.

Fang Changyun looked at Song Zhi who entered the door behind him for a long time, and then asked his sister-in-law: "This child... why is his chin sharpened?"

"Didn't you eat well during this time?"

The sister-in-law took a look and smiled: "Yes."

"what's wrong?"

Song Zhi reached out and touched his chin, and explained: "No, I've always been like this."

Chen Zhengrong enthusiastically packed some other tea leaves for the old man, stuffing small samples of each type of tea into paper bags, and asked Fang Changyun to go back and taste them.

Taking advantage of the time the two were talking, Fang Chengyan walked up to Song Zhi, and asked with concern: "What's the matter with you recently?"

Song Zhi just smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

His appearance was even more strange.

When Fang Changyun proposed to leave, Fang Chengyan turned around and saw the memorial tablet in the stairwell, and instantly understood everything.

Song Zhi should have been affected by this incident.

He turned his head to look at the little tea master, and found that the former high-spirited expression was no longer on the other party's face.

……

"Okay, I'm leaving, no need to send it off!" The old man rolled down the glass window and waved at them.

The car drove slowly and gradually moved away from Rijian Tea House.

The man was driving in front, and the passenger car was full of things that Chen Zhengrong gave them.

"Cheng Yan." Fang Changyun asked slowly in the back row: "Have you seen... Song knows his elder brother's tablet?" "

"Ah."

The old man sighed, and immediately opened the chatter: "I saw it as soon as I entered the door, and I didn't dare to ask his sister-in-law face to face."

"How can this be done? I've written all my thoughts on my face. I used to know that I killed my brother. It's been almost two years, and I shouldn't be so tormented in my heart. I lost my memory halfway. Now I have to pay for this crime." Let it happen again." Fang Changyun said, "Did you see it? It's only been a week since I last saw him, and his face has lost weight."

The old man turned his head and told Fang Chengyan that he wanted him to take Song Zhi out to play again. It didn't matter what time he came back, the key was to make him happy.

That night, under the urging of the old man, the man called Song Zhi: "I asked your sister-in-law, she said you have time on weekends, do you want to go fishing together?"

Song Zhi: "Huh?"

He was wondering, and wanted to ask Fang Chengyan how he knew he liked fishing.

"Go, go." Sister-in-law also urged him aside.

The old man also shouted through the receiver: "Come out and play with us, Cheng Yan."

Even Uncle Zheng next door listened to Fang Changyun's wishes, and came over to persuade him: "You brat sifts tea from morning till night, as if you've been dazzled by sifting."

"It's easy to go wrong if it goes on like this."

At night, Song Zhi turned over on the bed.He closed his eyes and thought, everyone around him cares about him very much, and for some reason, people all over the world are pushing him towards Fang Chengyan...

It's four o'clock on Saturday afternoon, the day before the game.

Fang Chengyan picked up Song Zhi, and together they went fishing in the nearby Lingshan County Reservoir.

Song Zhi took his two fishing rods, put on the small bucket, and walked away from Uncle Zheng's house before leaving.They bought some bait and floats in the town, and blowing the cold autumn wind all the way to the reservoir.

Along the way, he behaved very differently from his previous appearance, the previous vigor disappeared, and instead he was abnormally calm.

Song Zhi tidied up his things, tied the fishing line and hook, threw it out, and then sat by the river, watching the river patiently, like an old monk in meditation.

The two sat quietly side by side together.

soon.

There was a soft sound of water breaking under the float, and Song Zhi pulled up the pole, and a small slender wheat-eared fish was caught on the hook.

"Not yet grown up." He muttered and threw the little fish back into the water.

After changing hands, he skillfully hung bait on the hook and threw it into the water.They listened quietly to the sound of the cold wind blowing the leaves, and stared at the buoy together.

I don't know how long it took, but the buoy shook violently.Immediately afterwards, the rope shook violently, Song Zhi changed his posture, held the crank, and turned it quickly.

This time the commotion was much bigger than last time, Song Zhi tried his best to close the pole, knowing that it must be a big guy.

He tugged on the fishing rod hard and saw the hooked fish.

"Big mandarin fish."

The pole has been bent into a crescent moon, Song Zhi struggled to pull it, but Fang Chengyan told him with a frown, "This will break."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "bang", and the fishing rod broke into two pieces in the air. Due to the strong elasticity of the material, the front section bounced and fell into the water, and the fish disappeared.

Song Zhi turned around and asked, smiling, "Are you Crow's Mouth?"

He glanced at the surface of the water and stood up: "The water is not deep, I'll go pick it up."

He took off his shoes and socks, rolled up his trousers, revealing a white and thin ankle, and stepped into the water.

"Be careful."

Song Zhi groped forward and walked over. He bent down to pick up the fishing rod. He was standing in the shallows, and the white flowing clouds were reflected on the water.

From Fang Chengyan's perspective, this is really a beautiful painting.

"Hiss." Song Zhi suddenly cried out in pain.

"what happened?"

"Something bit me." He hopped back on one leg.

Taking a closer look, it was a water spider. It was near the water surface where Song Zhi was, and it was stepping on the water to inhale oxygen.

Fang Chengyan rolled up his trouser legs: "There is a wound."

Song Zhi threw the spider aside: "It's okay, it's not poisonous."

Fang Chengyan told him that the spider was quite bright in color, and he had to go to the hospital to treat the wound.

"No, let me Google it." Song Zhi took out his phone, and the more he swiped his face, the greener he asked, "Amputation?"

The little tea master frowned, and finally found a fairly accurate one: "Squeeze the blood, you'll be fine."

He reached out to touch the wound, and immediately clicked his tongue in pain: "Why is this squeezed?"

"do not move."

Beads of blood flowed down from his fair ankle, Fang Chengyan lowered his body, held his leg up, and put his warm lips on the wound.

Being kissed so ambiguously...

Song Zhi's Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed.

The man then sucked a mouthful of blood and spat it out.

Seeing him leaning down again, Song Zhi flinched, a little nervous.

This scene was very out of bounds, his heart was beating wildly, as much as beating a war drum.

Fang Chengyan's lips were still stained red by his blood.The man looked fine, and still asked to go to the hospital: "Let's go back."

Song Zhi looked away: "It's nothing, I can't die."

"..."

It was suddenly too late.

A flock of crows fluttered past in the setting sun, covering the fading sky like a black net.

The surface of the water is sparkling, reflecting the small tea hills of Qingyuan Town.

A few sporadic fireflies flew up beside the water plants, lightly, like small green lights floating in the air.

Song Zhi stepped on the stone with one foot, and continued to rest his leg on Fang Chengyan's arm, and asked, "You said last time, go home during the Spring Festival?"

"Ah."

"I'm also planning to go back to Beijing at that time."

He pursed his lips and asked the man, "Then... want to be together?"

The author has something to say:

The author doesn't have a driver's license, so he has to figure out how to write this episode of the driver's license test.