Chapter 144 Hairpin Flower
Monk Zhiyuan closed the box in his hand.
“Amitabha,” said the monk Zhiyuan, “the poor monk remembered that there are still things in Baode Temple that can be given to pilgrims.”
“Today the government office will make Buddha charcoal and clay ovens. The method is about to go," Xie Yuyan said slowly, "Master, whether anyone takes advantage of this opportunity depends on you."
"You only have Baode Temple to rely on."
Monk Zhiyuan put the hand on the box and took it back.
Xie Yuyan said: "There will be people selling the same elephant flowers at the foot of the mountain, but these flowers are all from the female relatives in the village. I will teach them how to make them, and I will not take any money from them. Monk, do you think it’s feasible?”
Monk Zhiyuan was a little surprised: “You won’t take any money?”
Xie Yuyan nodded.
Monk Zhiyuan said after a long while: "Then you...lost money?"
Probably because she was in a good mood, she couldn't hide her smile. Xie Yuyan laughed again. After a while, she told the truth: "No one in this world should worry that I will suffer a loss."
Monk Zhiyuan held a He left the meditation room with two pieces of paper and the box in his hand. To be honest, he didn't know what the two donors, Wang and Xie, were doing. They were clearly the same names, so why did they have to write them twice?
Water was boiling on the small clay stove in the Zen room. Wang Yan lightly knocked on the table. Sang Dian from outside came in, handed over a small bamboo tube, then closed the door and left.
Mama Yu was also waiting outside the door, and Xie Yuyan and Wang Yan sat face to face on the futon.
After the water was boiled, Wang Yan opened the bamboo tube and poured out the tea foam.
Xie Yuyan looked at the green tea soup, the smoke was steaming, and there was a fragrance, which made her thoughts return to the past for a while. When Wang Huai gets some good tea, he will bring it to her.
The boy beside him learned a good skill and took out the fine tea foam and sprinkled it in the water, just like...
"Mi Mi Xue Fan."
Xie Yuyan looked carefully. She was actually very interested in ordering tea when she was a child, but it was later used by her grandmother to temper her temperament. Once something becomes a means, it becomes meaningless.
But she still likes to watch others order tea.
The hand holding the tea cup came into her eyes. The fingers were slender, the joints were clear, and they were steady and strong. The tea spoon kept moving, and the foam inside only made the slightest ripples.
The tea soup was dense and milky when biting into the cup, and the milk mist surged. A cup of tea was ordered and delivered to her.
Xie Yuyan also came to her senses. The man in front of her was not Wang Huai's tea-ordering boy, but Wang Yan.
Wang Yan serves people to drink tea, which is really uncommon.
He asked casually: "Does Mi Mi Xue Fan have a complete sentence?"
Xie Yuyan has no habit of stealing other people's poems. It's just that after reading too many poems, he feels that he can't help but blurt them out if the situation suits him.
Xie Yuyan shook his head and said: "I just think Mr. Wang's tea is good."
"Then try it."
Xie Yuyan picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip , there was a hint of frankincense in the tea foam, and Xie Yuyan seemed to have never tasted such delicious tea in a long time.
Today was not bad after all. I found Master and drank such a cup of tea.
The smile spread in her eyes, showing that she liked this tea.
Wang Yan handed the bamboo tube over, and Xie Yuyan reached out to take it. Although the tea was good, it was a pity that no one ordered it, so it inevitably lost some flavor. I have to say that Mr. Wang’s actions in ordering tea are particularly beautiful and worth watching.
The tea has been delivered. Wang Yan continued: "Where is my Xiangshenghua?"
Xie Yuyan raised her eyes. Wang Yan was particularly different today. She thought he was going to ask her why he wrote those people's names and how to guess them. Able to go to high school?
Unexpectedly, he didn’t mention a word, but all he said was irrelevant.
Xie Yuyan picked up a small wooden box from his side and opened it to reveal the dogwood inside.
"Sir, let's take a look, is this a flower like a flower?"
Wang Yan did not reach out to pick it up, but looked at it carefully. The dogwood was fine, but the jade plum was a little different.
Wang Yan said: "Mrs. Xie made it with your own hands?"
Xie Yuyan shook his head: "I don't like doing these. They were all made by the women in the village, but after taking them over, I changed them again. Change.”
Wang Yan said: "Then why not change Yumei?"
He actually saw it. Xie Yuyan didn't hide it either: "It's too troublesome."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xie Yuyan seemed to see Wang Yan smiling.
It's okay to do it perfunctorily, and I don't bother to find excuses to explain.
It seems that it is not easy to get a complete elephant flower.
"I don't know if I agree with it even if I don't put it on?"
Xie Yuyan nodded and was about to send the box to Wang Yan again, but saw him suddenly lean forward and lower his head.
This scene is somewhat similar to her dream.
The black hair is combed neatly and smoothly, and the bun on the top of the head is only tied with a crown.
Putting a hairpin on someone's head is more dangerous than close.
He seemed to know how she would choose. So when he lowered his head, his eyes darkened slightly, indicating something.
She dared to drink the tea he ordered, and he dared to let her decorate the hairpin with her own hands.
Xie Yuyan picked up the elephant flower in the box.
The hairpin is passed through the bun, the jade plum blossoms are in full bloom with the dogwood, and the crown falls on the back of her hand, dragging it down gently.
The familiar feeling in my heart suddenly became particularly strong.
But it still didn't remind her of anything.
"Okay."
She straightened up again and looked at Wang Yan in front of her.
It’s not so much the flowers on his hairpin, but how beautiful he is in the background. It would be better to say that the jade plum blossoms and dogwood trees really bloomed when they reached his hair.
Xie Yuyan said: "It's appropriate."
"Then I'll accept it."
As if to make her look like he wanted to, he lowered his head to drink tea again.
I don’t know how long it has been.
Mother Yu outside coughed: "Madam, the carriage down the mountain is ready."
They had to rush to the pottery kiln. If they didn't go down the mountain, it would be dark.
Xie Yuyan put away the bamboo tube and stood up. Wang Yan also got up from the futon and walked to the door first to open the curtain.
Watching Xie Yuyan get on the carriage, Wang Yancai turned around and walked back to the Zen room.
Monk Zhiyuan had not returned yet. After a while, Yan Sui brought the meal through the door.
Yan Sui has met Wang Yan many times. Among his masters, only this donor Wang is the most reliable. He always felt that the lives of their master and disciples depended on this king benefactor.
If one day they are in trouble, Wang Donor will be their savior.
Donor Wang was also very kind to him. At least when he looked at him, his eyes were gentle. But for some reason, today... Donor Wang was a little strange.
So... Yan Sui didn't speak, turned around and prepared to quietly exit the meditation room.
“Do you still want to go to my place to find books to read?”
Wang Yan’s voice came from behind, and Yan Sui showed a happy look on his face: “I want to.”
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"You can come down the mountain with me today," Wang Yan said. "I can teach you how to write if you want."
Yan Sui nodded repeatedly.
Wang Yandao: "But one thing is that you cannot give up reading and writing halfway, let alone secretly take away the Taoist scriptures on my bookshelf."
(End of this chapter)