Need for a Hero

There are not many people who step into the Silan Club, and even fewer young people step into the Silan Club.

There are very few people who have to come out to greet them in person when they set foot on Silan, and those who get such an opportunity are all big Bodhisattvas on one side.

If there is another teahouse in Huaxia Kingdom that can be as famous as it, then it is nothing more than Shifeng Tea House in Sijiu City.

There are quite a few similarities in the experiences of the two old men. They lived in seclusion in a tea house, never married, made a sensation, and were indifferent to fame and fortune.

It's just that at the beginning, the two old men walked on different paths.

But no matter which old man he is, he can be regarded as a great bodhisattva in China.

One south and one north, it can be said that they echo each other from afar.

If there are only a handful of young people who can enter one of the tea houses, then there are only a handful of young people who can enter both tea houses.

Those who have walked in now are all big figures who intimidate one side.

Back then, Ye Chenfu's father Ye Zhengrong walked in.

Ye Chenfu followed Mr. Mu into the tea house, and instead of choosing a private room to sit in, he sat in the courtyard instead.

The breeze blowing by the West Lake carries a faint fragrance.

Although there are not thousands of tea trees covering it, the bamboo sea has a special taste.

As the ancients said, it is better to eat meat than live without bamboo.

Surrounded by the bamboo sea, there is no doubt that it also shows the character of the old man.

The futon is placed on the ground, and the tea table is low, which shows that it is a little old, and the texture carvings in the middle can even show the extraordinary nature of this tea table.

Mr. Mu walked over and sat down directly, cross-legged on the futon.

Ye Chenfu secretly admired the old man's light steps.

Although he is said to be the King of Soldiers in the Huaxia Kingdom, Ye Chenfu felt that if he fought the old man in front of him, Ye Chenfu might not be able to win.

It's not that Ye Chenfu is modest, but Ye Chenfu is talking about himself before he was injured.

There is no sharpness in the eyes of the old man now, they are very peaceful, but Ye Chenfu knows that such an old man has reached the realm of returning to nature.

After sitting down, the old man took out a tea set from the seat behind him.

I thought that the old man's tea set would also be a masterpiece that is hard to find in the market, but I didn't expect it to be a very ordinary teacup.

Involuntarily, there was a trace of astonishment on Ye Chenfu's face.

However, such an expression did not miss the eyes of the old man. With a slight smile, the old man said, "This tea set was made by Taizu when he was with Taizu, and it came into my hands. It has been in my hands all these years. Use it, but accidentally smashed one."

What the old man said was plain, but the people who heard it felt shocked.

If ordinary people said these words, Ye Chenfu would definitely think that the other party was an out-and-out liar, but when the old man surnamed Mu in front of him said these words, he could not feel a trace of doubt.

Just like a toothpick in a casual antique shop may be fabricated as a joke rewarded by the Empress Dowager Cixi to Emperor Kangxi, but the old man obviously has no need for that.

Some people wear famous brands, others will only notice the famous brands, and will not improve the quality of the clothes by half.Some people are wearing street stalls, which make people feel that they are famous products handmade by Italian tailors. To put it bluntly, it is people who bring greater value to the clothes.

The old man surnamed Mu is undoubtedly the latter.

It's just that such things must be treasured by ordinary people after they get them. They are hidden and occasionally taken out for appreciation, but the old man surnamed Mu is still using them.

It has to be said that sometimes the heart of the Great Bodhisattva is not easy to understand.

"admire."

Ye Chenfu had no choice but to nod his head, and said, "Grandpa Mu, I brought you a little tea before I came this time, you can try it."

With that said, Ye Chenfu took out a small bag of tea leaves from his pocket, which looked like one or two at most.

Ordinary people come to give gifts to the old man surnamed Mu, all of which are beautifully packaged, box after box, just like wholesale.

But it is very rare to be able to enter the door, even if you come in, you may not be able to give it away, even if you are given it out, it may not be able to make the old man smile.

But when Ye Chenfu casually took out a small bag of tea from his pocket, the old man surnamed Mu showed a smile on his face.

"Is it stolen from your grandfather? He has a lot of wild camellia, and that taste is peculiar and wonderful." While talking, the old man surnamed Mu could not help but enjoy the aftertaste, but then But he said regretfully, "It's just that your grandpa is so stingy, I didn't steal anything last time, he just let me have a drink, a glass!!"

While talking, the old man surnamed Mu couldn't help becoming excited, which was quite different from the indifferent expression on his face before.

Really old kids, old kids.

Ye Chenfu looked at the appearance of the old man surnamed Mu, couldn't help but smiled, and then said, "Grandpa Mu, if I tell you that the tea is not from my old man, you won't be disappointed, right?"

"Uh, hey!"

The old man surnamed Mu looked at Ye Chenfu's appearance, and immediately knew that Ye Chenfu probably didn't steal Ye Zhen's wild camellia, and then said, "I should have guessed it a long time ago, that old guy Ye Zhen is very stingy, why? It will be easily stolen by you. Last time I searched his room for a long time but couldn't find any wild camellia. I don't know where he hid it. Presumably even you may not be able to Steal it, hey!"

For a little bit of tea, the old man surnamed Mu has been unhappy for so many years, seeing him complaining, Ye Chenfu suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.

I think they were all powerful bodhisattvas back then, but now they are all old children, just like children who are easy to be satisfied and lose their temper easily.

It's true that time is not forgiving, and I don't know where time goes.

Ye Chenfu shook his head slightly, and then said, "My grandfather didn't hide anywhere, it's in the big red iron pot on his desk, and his most precious tea leaves are inside."

Ye Chenfu spoke truthfully, but he did not deceive the old man surnamed Mu.

Mr. Ye Zhen was called an old fox when he was in the army, and he naturally had a way of hiding things. He was definitely a cunning and cunning existence.

The old man never puts precious things around, nor hides them everywhere, but puts them in the most conspicuous places.

The most dangerous place is the safest place. Everyone knows the truth, but not everyone can think of it at critical moments.

"You mean it's in that big tattered iron pot on his desk?" The old man surnamed Mu even forgot what the main topic of conversation with Ye Chenfu was, instead he asked Ye Chenfu with wide-eyed eyes. Ups and downs.

Ye Chenfu nodded lightly, and told the old man surnamed Mu firmly again.

At this moment, the old man surnamed Mu was stunned, and then said with some regret, "Oh, why didn't I think of it at the time. The most dangerous place is the safest place. How could this old man be so treacherous?" Hiding things with ordinary people's thinking. I was fooled, I was fooled, oh, I'm so mad."

The old man surnamed Mu was constantly regretting, and then he said angrily, "Little Ye family, although I am very optimistic about you, and I can be regarded as your master for a few days. But if the things you send are tea leaves that your old man doesn't want , I will turn my face."

The old man, who was originally a fairy, completely lost himself after seeing the tea leaves, and actually got angry with Ye Chenfu.

"Grandpa Mu, my grandfather has never drunk this tea." Ye Chenfu smiled mysteriously, and then said, "This is when I went to the land of Sichuan and Shu and found a few old camellias on a mountain. , are of a certain age. It is said that the old tea is not good to drink, but those few tea leaves have a special fragrance. Now I find local people to plant them, without spraying or fertilizing, and after picking them, use the best local tea leaves The ancient skill of frying tea was made by old tea craftsmen. Apart from you, I have never even drunk it myself."

Everything Ye Chenfu said was true. Before he came to Hangzhou this time, he specially asked Zhao Kuangqi to bring it from Chengdu. The purpose was nothing more than to give it to the old man surnamed Mu.

Sure enough, after hearing Ye Chenfu's words, the old man surnamed Mu's eyes lit up immediately, and then he directly snatched the tea from Ye Chenfu's hand.

Open the tea bag, the aroma is overflowing.

The old man surnamed Mu finally couldn't help but nodded, and said, "Little Yezi, you are really interesting. From now on, we will just forget the year. Don't call me Grandpa Mu, just call me Old Brother Mu, and I will call you You brother Ye."

Come on, the ups and downs of a bag of tea leaves have risen two grades.

Sure enough, there is no gap between the world that can be impenetrable by water.

Of course, it also depends on who sent it.

In the following time, Ye Chenfu naturally brewed a pot of tea for the old man surnamed Mu himself. To be honest, Ye Chenfu was worried in his heart whether the tea had the same fragrance as it smelled.

Especially when the old man surnamed Mu frowned slightly after drinking, Ye Chenfu's heart was even more fluttering.

It's just that Ye Chenfu's worry didn't last long, and soon a trace of excitement appeared in the eyes of the old man surnamed Mu, "Brother Ye, let me discuss something with you, where are these tea leaves? !"

In a word, Ye Chenfu was completely relieved.

However, the thinking of the old man surnamed Mu made Ye Chenfu a little unbelievable, but presumably the old man was just talking.After all, there is still a nostalgia for him beside the West Lake.

Since there is no problem with the tea leaves, the next conversation must go much smoother.

Taking people's hands short and eating others' soft mouths is what Ye Chenfu wants. He doesn't believe that the old man surnamed Mu can be as shameless as him.