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

It's true, after all, nothing happened between them.

This time, Song Zhi didn't say a word, but the tone of the other party made him very unhappy, as if he was overreacting, self-indulgent, and took what happened in the morning seriously.

Song Zhi scrutinized the other party's expressionless face for a long time, and felt that this customer... was not easy to provoke, and he didn't look like a stalker.

"Where do you want to go for a walk?" Song Zhi asked.

"Tea market." The man said, he glanced at the dark green hills in the distance: "Can you help me lead the way?"

Song Zhi fell into silence again. He really wanted to reject this customer in his heart, but he always felt that the episode in the morning...as if he had been caught by someone.

After weighing it again and again, I still agreed.

Maybe he can wander around the crowded tea market with ease, and miss the man behind him.

The tea market is about 100 meters away from the tea house.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and most of the bosses at the stalls were leisurely, and there were not many people visiting.Song Zhi's method of throwing the man away in the crowd might not work.

Fang Chengyan followed silently, looking at the infrastructure around the tea market.

——It was this land that the old man asked him to come and see.

According to the recent situation of the land that he knows, this tea market was built not long ago under the government's plan, and there will be major changes in the future. It is not difficult to apply for the development permit of the surrounding villages.

The nearby infrastructure is scattered, but with the tea market as the radiation center, the entropy score in the future will definitely not be low.Moreover, most of the people in the small town are local tea farmers, and the population is repeatedly squeezed in this small town with an area of ​​less than [-] square kilometers, and the pressure on real estate is increasing day by day.

The old man's vision is really good.

When he turned his head again, the clerk had already gone a long way.

A few enthusiastic women were warmly greeting the shop assistant: "Little tea master, why are you here for the second time today?"

The "little tea master" said something, smiled and waved to them, and the women sat back on the bright pink plastic bench and discussed with his back.

Fang Chengyan bypassed several bright puddles on the ground and continued walking forward.

——There is no drainage system on both sides of the tea market. When it rains, water will accumulate in the sunken places.The small trolley that pulls the goods runs over, and can splash mud spots as high as half a calf, which is dirty.

But Song Zhi just passed through the puddle, he just looked at the tea stand beside him, and didn't pay attention to it at all, but the mud spots seemed to have eyes and could avoid him, Totally afraid to splash on those white sweatpants.

Song Zhi stopped in front of a tea stand, as if he was aroused by the 40 yuan a catty Mingqian Longjing.

Thin white fingers picked out a leaf from the bag, inspected it roughly, and then filled some with the wooden tea tray next to it, turned it up and down, and scattered the broken pieces.His eyelashes are very long, but they are not curled up. When he lowered his eyes and concentrated on observing the tea leaves, the eyelashes covered them straightly, with a look of no distractions, which made people dare not come forward to disturb him for a while.

Seeing the clerk's professional posture, Fang Chengyan suddenly understood.

Why are the women calling him "Little Tea Master"?

Song Zhi is fair and has slender fingers. When he picks up the tea leaves, the green color contrasts beautifully with his skin.When talking to the eldest sister of the stall owner, she smiles, smiles brightly, and raises her hands and gestures with a natural nature.

He has a clean temperament, like tea that is clear and sweet——

It's really not wrong at all.

When the two returned to the gate of the tea house, the old man had already brought the fried spring tea and had been waiting there for a while.

He tasted the Phoenix Dancong that Fang Chengyan bought for him at noon, and was surprised that it was extremely sweet, so his obedient grandson suggested that he come and have a look in the afternoon.As a result, he came and waited for the proprietress to fry the spring tea, but Fang Chengyan ran out by himself impatiently.

The old man stood on the bluestone steps and glanced at Fang Chengyan dissatisfied. "Where did you go?" He was already an octogenarian, but his body was strong, his back was not bent at all, and his voice was full of vigor and spirit.

Song Zhi watched from the side, muttering inwardly.So fierce, this driver friend will not be deducted wages, right?

"Has anyone visited the tea market?"

"Yes." Fang Chengyan replied.

Seeing that he was going to deal with business, the old man stopped reprimanding him, and walked down the steps in a bad mood.Fang Chengyan strode ahead and went to drive.

When the three of them were about to leave, the old man suddenly glanced at the old man standing at the back door of the tea house.The man was holding the hemp rope tremblingly to tie the mouth of the rock sugar bag with trembling hands.

He stopped abruptly.

"Zheng Haizhong!"

The old man in the corner was suddenly called by his name, and looked up in confusion to find the direction of the sound source.The old man was overjoyed and asked Fang Sheng to help him walk quickly to the person.

Uncle Zheng looked puzzled and stared at him for a long time, almost sticking it to someone's face.

Half a minute later, he finally recognized the other party and shouted, "Fang Changyun!"

The two held each other's arms tightly and exchanged pleasantries for a long time, the joy was beyond words.

The three uncles and nephews of the Fang family and Song Zhi listened for a while, and finally understood.The two old men used to be comrades-in-arms and hadn't seen each other for nearly 60 years. They happened to meet here today!

Zheng Haizhong hurriedly and enthusiastically pulled him to sit at home, and excitedly found out the group photos of his veterans that he had kept for decades.

When people are old, when they are nostalgic and emotional, they will be sad and hurt their livers.Fang Changyun suggested that Zheng Haizhong go to the house for dinner at night, so as to know the way, so that he can visit often in the future.

Uncle Zheng readily agreed.

Several people walked out the door together, and the old man asked Fang Sheng to leave the newly bought spring tea for Uncle Zheng, but the latter kept politely saying no.

The big trucks on the gravel road followed one another, and two old people pushed each other for a bag of spring tea, and one of them didn't pay attention, and walked to the right-hand turning lane.

A fast-moving truck was about to turn a corner.

As soon as Song Zhi returned to the tea house, he took a tea bucket out to raise tea. Seeing the scene of the big cart driving past people, his heart tightened and he shouted: "Get out of the way!"

"Get out of the way!"

He moved extremely fast, hurriedly dropped the things in his hands, and rushed out.

Song Zhi was afraid of this scene.

Because that's how his elder brother died...

The ear-piercing horn sounded quickly, and the two old men were startled by the sound and reacted.But it was too late, the large truck whizzed and rolled over, like a gigantic beast, about to swallow everything in front of it under the black lacquered tires.

At this critical moment, Fang Changyun, who was closest to the front of the car, was suddenly pulled back by a force.Fang Sheng was a few steps behind Song Zhi, and also hurried to grab Uncle Zheng who was closest to him.

Large trucks cannot perform sudden braking when turning a corner, otherwise the carriage may roll over, and there is a danger of killing people. Experienced truck drivers can only choose to rush the car to the side of the road in an "S" shape.

The driver turned the steering wheel sharply, causing the truck to deviate from its original direction, but it was heading towards Song Zhi!

The accident happened in the blink of an eye, and Fang Changyun hadn't stabilized his mind yet.

A young man in white was knocked flying right in front of his eyes!

The head hit the ribs.

Song Zhi fell a few meters away.

This scene was much more realistic than what was shown on TV, and the blunt sound clearly reminded them——

Hit someone!

A group of people waited for half a second in a daze, and immediately reacted.

After a while, the pedestrians around, as well as the neighbors who heard the movement, all popped up and surrounded the scene, casting a dark shadow around Song Zhi.

The scene is all chaotic.

The little tea master hit the back of his head on the ground. He wanted to get up quickly, but found that he couldn't move at all.He still had a vague consciousness, and heard someone say:

"People are dying, aren't they?"

Some were shouting: "Go and call his sister-in-law!"

Someone was calling the emergency department of the hospital... All kinds of voices mixed together, surrounding him, making his head buzz.

Song Zhi's chest heaved violently, and the pain in his ribs and the back of his head made him feel unbearable.Until the world in front of him began to become less clear, and he began to panic...

His eyes gradually became slack, and he was in a blurred field of vision.A man in a suit pushed aside the crowd, then knelt down beside him on one knee.

Then, a big cool hand patted his face.

"Hey."

"Hey."

——Fang Chengyan didn't even know the other party's name, only heard the woman in the store call him Xiaozhi.

He comforted the people on the ground: "Stay awake, the ambulance will be here soon."

The world in front of Song Zhi's eyes had been turned into darkness, but when he heard the man's words, he tried to keep his eyes open and fought against the unconscious consciousness.

Clean white clothes that won't get dirty no matter what they wear on him.

It was also covered in blood and mud.

The ambulance came just in time.

But the doctors in the city hospital informed them directly——

It is necessary to prepare the patient to lose the function of the cerebral cortex and become a vegetative state.

After the Song family's sister-in-law heard it, her eyes went dark, and she slipped to the ground.

"Back to Beijing! Back to Beijing!"

The old man also lost his usual composure and shouted in the hospital corridor.

"Go to the best hospital!"

……

At exactly six o'clock in the afternoon, the Fang family's private helicopter landed on the roof of the city hospital.

It was almost dark, and on the asphalt road, the dark sky engulfed the numerous traffic, the bright red taillights dragged two lines of red light, and above the city, a humongous thing landed on the ground.

In this ordinary small city, the appearance of this kind of means of transportation is a bit surprising.

The doctors and nurses working downstairs, as well as the white-collar workers in the surrounding buildings who have not come off work, all speculated about the financial resources of its owner.

The helicopter's engine made an extremely loud noise, accompanied by the sound of the high-speed operation of the propeller and the strong wind, which almost pierced the human eardrum.

The strong wind blew the trousers of the old man flying, and the two trouser legs were filled with air-conditioning.

"Fang Sheng, let the nurse push the child up."

The uncle nodded and hurried downstairs to notify the doctors and nurses.

"How long will it take?" Fang Chengyan asked.

"One and a half hours." The driver replied loudly against the loud background noise.

The frequency of the sound waves emitted by the engine is getting denser and sharper.

After a while, the helicopter will be able to complete the warm-up preparations before take-off, and this buzzing sound will last at least 5 minutes.The pilot hadn't given instructions to get on the plane, and they had to endure the extremely fast, nerve-stimulating noise for a while longer.

Everyone's voice is involuntarily raised.

"Can you go any faster?"

The pilot replied truthfully: "No, President Fang, otherwise it will violate the low-altitude flight requirements."

2 minute later.

Song Zhi's hospital bed was pushed out of the elevator by the nurse.

Although unconscious, he has not yet fallen into a complete coma.

Song Zhi was given a painkiller injection. At this moment, he half-opened his eyes, looking at the helicopter that was making a "rumbling" sound without focus.

The noise of this thing is disturbing to hear, but it cannot be stopped.

"How long will it take?" The old man couldn't bear it any longer. He is an 80-year-old man who hasn't had tinnitus yet, but now he's about to get it.

"It's the last 2 minutes, and it may become more noisy." The driver checked the display reflected on the console and replied, "Please understand."

Fang Chengyan was standing next to Fang Changyun, but after hearing the driver's words, he walked towards Song Zhi's direction.

From the hand of the nurse, he naturally took the handle of the hospital bed and pushed the person away from the helicopter.

He stretched out his hands again and covered Song Zhi's ears.

It doesn't matter whether the person is conscious or not, and whether he can hear even if his ears are covered, Fang Chengyan looked at the young man on the hospital bed from a condescending angle:

"I know, you don't seem to want to go home."

The young man turned his face slowly, and looked at him with a pair of vacant eyes.

"But there is no way." Fang Chengyan covered his ears, his eyes were indifferent, and he said calmly:

"Let's go back to Beijing together."

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