He Comes From the Void

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The three of them entered the room and sat down, and the proprietress Paskoema came over and put on a pot of tea, three sets of clean cloth mats and towels.

The first time the tea was used to moisturize the cup, of course, he wanted to quench his thirst. Kahn was not in a hurry, so he poured out the tea to soak the cup, and then poured the tea into the jar. Kai'Sa sat opposite, watching him happily, teasing with him, just to bully him with only one good eye.

She burst into laughter suddenly, it feels so good that someone is taking care of everything.

After a while, Pascoma brought the cakes and the teapot together. The food intake of the three people combined was a bit horrible, so seeing the cakes neatly arranged into a heavy pyramid shape, both girls sent out Exclaimed excitedly.

"These pastries have been prepared by Itule two days ago. They are only available on holidays. If you don't have enough, I will add them." This large plate of pastries was heavy, and the middle-aged proprietress couldn’t help but stop to catch his breath. Take a break.

"Thank you, old mother." Akali bowed her head in greeting, then took a piece of pastry and threw it into her mouth.

The bottom is slightly charred, the middle is soft, sweet, and full-bodied. Akali yelled for its delicious, this pastry almost saved her life, otherwise she would stay beside them and be stunned to death.

"As long as you like it."

Pascoma puts a towel in sweat, piled up smile lines on the corners of his eyes.

It is a blessing for young people to eat, I hope they will like it.

Kai'Sa was thinking about whose name Itul was, when she heard an old man coming in at the door, and Pascoma yelled outside.

"The number of guests is getting more and more, and Yitul will come in to entertain after he hangs up his lantern."

"Come here." The tall old man responded with a towel on his shoulders and walked in the door directly to the old man who was not seated.

"This guest, please sit down. What would you like to order?"

"I don't order anything, I..." The old man hesitated and stopped, as if what he wanted to say was a little hard to say.

"It's okay, just say it." Itul looked at him patiently.

"I want to take my son back..."

"Your son is not here."

"He is here, he has become..." The old man's voice suddenly choked up: "He has become a flower."

"The deceased is dead. The old man is not in good health. Don't be too sad." Itull's eyes were full of sadness, and it seemed that he understood the pain well.

"He died on the battlefield and can't be found. My wife has inconvenience in his legs and feet. He wants to take his spirit flower back into tea to treat her heart disease." The old man wrinkled his dry mouth: "I heard that this is the town. The best teahouse..."

"I don't know how to make tea. I'll let the master come and tell you later." Itul walked into the trigger, and the old man shrank and fidgeted.

Not only did Akali suppress the chewing sound very interestingly, but the guests at the other table also lamented one after another, sympathizing with the old man's experience.

An old man came all the way to Weili just to bring back the only things related to his son who died in battle. What kind of bitterness does a short sentence carry? And there are not a few lonely nest families with such elderly bereaved.

Pascoma came to the old man and asked, "Old man, is it that you want to make scented tea?"

The old man nodded: "This is medicine for us."

"I'm sorry, I want to help, but I can't do anything." Pascoma lowered her head sadly: "The spirit tree has not sprouted up to now, this year I am afraid...there will be no more spirit."

It is difficult for a clever woman to make a scented tea without rice or flowers.

"Okay, I'll rush back to take care of my wife...I'll come to trouble the teacher next year." The old man almost fell tremblingly after listening. Itule went up to support him, and the old man nodded and walked towards the door without saying anything. go with.

Pascoma asked the old man to sit down and have some tea and some pastries before leaving, but the old man waved his hand and refused, and quickly disappeared into the crowd at the door.

"Oh, what is this."

Kai'Sa was suddenly worried that next year, the old woman and her son would have met at the other end of the curtain, changing from waiting for two people to staying behind.

"Boss." Kahn suddenly called Paskoma, and Kaisha couldn't help but raise her head to see what he was going to say.

"What's the matter? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"

"No, I want to ask if this pot of spirit tea is the same kind as the old man just said?" He pointed to the teapot on the table, poured the tea into the cup, and it was fragrant, because it was too hot to drink.

Kahn felt that the scented tea made with blooming spirit flowers would be a little bit awkward even if it tasted good. After all, it was a spirit flower that carried the spirit of the dead. Subjectively, it feels a bit like making tea with ashes, full of taboos and disrespect.

"It's not the same." Pascoma shook his head, letting Kahn feel relieved.

"This is the tea used for psychic." The proprietress said.

"Psychic?" Kahn felt that this psychic might be different from what he understood.

"Yes, the blossoming spirit flower only blooms one night. If you can't find the soul of your loved ones in the flower that night, it means you will miss it forever. And this spirit tea can help people find their loved ones among the blossoming spirit flowers all over the mountains and plains more easily. ."

"Oh." Kahn nodded: "This year, the blooming spirit flower won't bloom. Is it useful to drink it?"

Many people have worried that Ionia will no longer be "blooming". This sign shows that the imbalance is still saturated with this land and people.

Paskoma shook his head: "This is the custom here."

"Okay, thank you for your confusion." Kahn picked up the teacup and took a sip, while the lady boss continued to greet the guests.

The three of them ate cakes and tea, and the sweetness of the refreshment dilutes the bitter mood.

Kahn and Kaisha chatted from time to time, while watching the two people in the shop busy.

He saw Itule move a pile of iron objects to the kitchen door. These were almost all the sharp objects in the house-kitchen knives, hacksaws, hooks and sickles, and a rusty iron sword from the family.

Itul picked up one of the sharps ~www.readwn.com~ and dug a hole under the corner of the tea room.

The root system of the room is strong and strong, and with a little force, he just carefully inserted the first knife under the root of the tree.

Then he changed the room and repeated the above operation.

"What are you doing again?" Kaisha asked.

"The sharp weapon is buried on the Festival of Spiritual Blossoms. This is to pray for peace in the festival and let us put aside the disputes of the past during the festival." Akali said that although she knew it, she never did it.

She was alone outside, and the weapon was her best protection, and it was impossible to bury it in the soil.

This custom is related to a legend. In the legend, a pair of good brothers turned against each other because of a pair of divine swords. Later, they realized that the dispute was caused by the divine sword, so they buried the source of all disputes and reconciled them.

"The times are different, I think this custom has to be changed somewhat." Even Akali said so.

"How to change?"