Among the small dots of Jianghong, wine should be listed as the most expensive one, and the most small one! In addition, Chuancanli tea...

The charm of tea is leisurely and true meaning is seen in plainness. What is needed is the careful savor that has been settled.

In this place where the world is isolated, there is nothing more suitable for the stone chamber of the valley than a cup of fragrant tea.

As soon as Zhang Fan stepped out of the inner room, he saw the mist of water vapor, as if he fell into a fairyland. He smelled the fragrance of tea and saliva in his mouth.

In the world, if there is a beautiful woman, a small red mud stove, and a vague hand-cooking tea, it will definitely make people intoxicated and not know the way home.

However, at this time, there was only the fragrance of tea in front of me, and there was no trace of beautiful women.

Zhang Fan's eyes swept on the tea table, his heart suddenly moved and stopped.

At this time, there were two cups of fragrant tea on the tea table. One cup was full of no one touched it. The other cup opposite was half drunk. There were traces of drinking at the edge of the cup. The faint fragrance of a woman's body was mixed in between. Even if the tea was timeless, it could not be concealed.

Yi Wan'er.

With so many people together, I dare not say anything else, but Gangxiang can still know people Zhang Fan.

Next to the two cups of fragrant tea, there is a small wooden plate filled with a kind of yellow-white nut. Even if it is hidden in the shell, the fragrance still spreads out.

If others come here, they will naturally not understand why, but Zhang Fan changed his mind and understood it. He sighed secretly in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to see a beautiful woman in white dress, kneeling lightly on the ground, first putting a cup of fragrant tea opposite the tea table, and then pouring a cup for himself, Lian Jibin and the tea.

Such a move may not be able to taste a warm cup of tea when the waiting person arrives, but she still did this.

It can be imagined that this is definitely not the first time, nor will it be the last time.

Day after day, year after year, silently doing it, without asking for rewards, and unwilling to tell, and just want to have a sip of hot tea when the good man comes.

Zhang Fan suddenly felt so nervous that he was so nervous that he walked to the tea table in silence, picked up the tea that still smelled warm and sipped it all, as if he hadn't done so, and he had let down something.

Put down the teacup, pick up a nut and put it in your mouth, and the strong fragrance exploded in your mouth.

Zhang Fan didn't know the name of this nut, but he was familiar with the taste. Once upon a time, this thing was praised by him casually.

If it weren't for the familiar taste, he would have forgotten it himself, but someone would never forget it and prepare a portion for a long time."

Before he knew it, this was Zhang Fan's second sigh when he stepped into this place.

The dignified Donghua real man fought thousands of miles away. I don’t know how many masters died, and how many people looked up and couldn’t see him. But in front of ordinary things in this short time, he sighed one after another.

"The most difficult thing to absorb the kindness of a beauty is this."

Zhang Fan didn't say a word, not knowing what he was thinking, but the two transformed monsters beside him couldn't stand it anymore.

Mo Ling was fine, standing on his shoulder and pecking at his hair lightly, as if he could understand what he was thinking in his heart.

The manniu is far from it. Shiwu had pity for his huge body to condense into a puppy and circling around Zhang Fan's feet. He did nothing. After walking around twice, he was very bored.

After a long time, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. He ignored the two guys and walked out the door.

Subconsciously, he took a lighter pace.

As soon as I left the door, I saw a snowy tree covered with red and the long-lost Red Flower Valley scene jumped into my eyes.

The fiery red flowers bloom on the branches, adjusting to zero, growing out of thin air, and scattering with the wind, without hiding the world, and without being elegant, it also lacks a little real vitality.

Under a flower tree that looks very different, a woman in white stands tall and graceful.

The white clothes are as frost and snowy as the black hair floats on the fragrant shoulders. It is ethereal and elegant, as if it is in line with the temperament of the valley and blends into one.

Occasionally, a breeze blew by, brushing away the hair on the forehead, revealing the purple orchid, quiet and graceful.

In front of Wan'er, only a small white flower was still blooming on the strange-shaped flower tree. Its companions had long since disappeared, leaving only lonely branches, not even a leaf.

Anyone can see that this strange-shaped flower tree has lost its vitality. That little flower may be its last essence of life.

The breeze just now moved the branches, and it trembled so gently that the last little white flower fell from the branches.

It is extremely light and agile. As the wind flutters, it reaches one person's height after the slightest part of the year.

Before it could continue to float down, a white little hand raised and held it in his palm. First, he tiptoed, raised his hand over the top. Then he sighed quietly, held the little white flower to the front of his nose and sniffed it gently. The whole movement was graceful and leisurely, and it could be directly entered into the painting.

Zhang Fan, who was not far away, couldn't help but become obsessed with this scene.

Wan'er had no idea. The person who was thinking about day and night was behind her. She seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be talking to the flowers. A beautiful voice as if the yellow oriole came out of the valley came out:

"Flowers, flowers, why don't you thank them for two days in the evening?"

Kaier has a premonition that his brother will come to see me soon.”

Her delicate voice lingers in the valley. It seems to be complaining about the early withering of the little white flowers, which makes her flower viewing plan unable to be realized, and her words are soft, as if

While talking, Wan'er squatted down her hand lightly, and her snow-white little hand gently fiddled on the snow.

The snow was swept away, and a clear fragrance suddenly floated in the air, as if the first fragrance revealed when the magnolia bloomed.

After crossing Wan'er's small shoulders, Zhang Fan clearly saw that there was a small bulge in front of her. The snow-white patch was almost impossible to distinguish.

The snow-white piled up together is all scattered petals, and the withered white flowers still remain fragrant even if they are separated from the branches.

As if she was hurt, Wan'er gently placed it in the pile of flowers and decorated it at the top.

The faint wind was whispering lightly, shaking the little white flower left and right, as if it was still on the branches, waving its little hands towards the orchid in the valley in front of it.

A faint sigh, a gentle whip, covered with snow, isolate the fragrance of dust.

Looking at this scene quietly, Zhang Fan felt that a soft place in his heart was touched hard, and for a moment, he was reluctant to disturb this beauty.

As if you are buried in flowers, some people can make them sad and bloody, and have a kind of destructive beauty; some people can sing a sad tune, hurting themselves and making people cry.

The first one is different. She is unique, with a little regret, a little disappointed, as if she is regretful, without any grievance, and just waiting quietly.

I believe that without a moment, she will discover new novelty in this dullness that she has seen for many years, and then wait for Zhang Fan to come and watch together.

When I stood up, I waited for the turn, and I had a faint smile on my face, and I escaped from the situation of burying flowers.

Then, a smile of surprise bloomed on her beautiful face."

Unconsciously, she reached out to cover her mouth, as if she was afraid of exclaiming and waking up her dream.

"Wan'er

"Brother, you're here

A crisp sound was filled with excitement. Put down your hand. A very happy smile appeared on Wan'er's face.

Zhang Fan subconsciously stepped forward two steps. With a swing of his sleeves, a snow-white flower with bright red appeared in his hand and handed it to Wan'er.

"I like it for you?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly. Finally, he found the most suitable owner for the flower.

Compared with Mo Ling and Manniu's burning Qin and boiling crane, the surprise flashing in Wan'er's beautiful big eyes is better than all the praises in the world.

"Yeah!" Wan'er nodded sharply, grabbed the flower tightly with her small hands, and snuggled up her delicate body, as if she could use the warmth of his body to resist the wind and snow.

"Wan'er, do you want to enjoy the flowers with your brother, right?

Zhang Fan took Wan'er to the flower tree and said softly.

When he spoke, without paying attention, a hint of pity flashed in his eyes, not for the flowers and trees that passed by life, but for the lovely people around him.

"Brother, you have come a long time ago."

Wan'er's face was dyed with a bright red color, as if she was shy about the scene just now.

"Hahaha.

Zhang Fan smiled heartily. He suddenly stretched out his finger and became a little empty."

Flying snow stirs and scatters with the wind. A touch of emerald green flows on the flowers and trees.

The dead tree is springing. Even if it is a dead tree that has been for thousands of years, Zhang Fan will ask it to bloom for Wan'er's wish. Wash it if the little tree in front of you that has just withered the last flower.

Dye green, sprout, grow leaves, and bloom.

The small white flowers are scrambling to bloom first, and the intoxicating fragrance spreads one after another.

The wind suddenly rises. The falling flowers are like rain, blooming and falling, just like the most beautiful rain of flowers. It covers the two people under the tree. The beauty of the two paintings is even the wonderful hand, and it cannot be written. It is not like being in the world, but only in the sky.

When appreciating flowers, is it a flower that looks beautiful or is it more beautiful than a flower? Zhang Fan is lost for a moment and cannot tell.

After a long time, time completely lost its meaning. Zhang Fan and Wan'er snuggled up and stood under the flower tree for a long time, as if they were going to be like this forever.

When the flowers fall and the beautiful scenery ends, Wan'er turns around and smiles brightly:

"Brother, thank you for accompanying me to enjoy the flowers

A scene that is not surprised by the dead trees coming to spring, nor is it grateful for the new birth of flowers and trees, nor is it moved by the romantic and beautiful scene, but thanks only for company.

At this moment, Wan'er looked satisfied and had nothing to ask for.

After the words came to her, she let go of Zhang Fan's hand for the first time since she met her, as if she was back when she was a girl. She jumped and ran towards the house.

The toes were scattered on the ground like colorful dances. As if I was afraid of being careful, I trampled on a layer of flowers and rain spread on the ground.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, as if he had taken off the heavy burden in his heart, followed closely behind and took steps forward."

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When writing this chapter, I wrote like a thousand pounds. My head was also drowsy. I wonder if everyone liked it. I don’t know if it expressed the scene I imagined.
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