There is a tea stall outside Jiankang City. Even if it rains, it will not close the stalls, because the owner here likes the most is to hold the tea and watch the rain slowly. He feels that this is a pleasure, especially for an elderly person like him. In fact, the owner of the tea stall is not old at all. He is twenty-five years old this year, just at the age of young and strong, but he often says that he is already here and doesn't know what he thinks.

Now, it started to rain again in Jiankang City. It was still the kind of rain he liked the most. The rain was continuous but gentle, just like the girl from the south, making people nostalgic. He sat in the tea stall, looking at the rain outside slowly, as if he was admiring a beautiful picture scroll, which made people obsessed with it and didn't know how to extricate himself.

On the lower road not far away, a person slowly walked over. The man was wearing a thick oil paper umbrella, but he was wearing a thick body, but he was all white. However, this man looked very beautiful, just like a banished immortal in the sky, intoxicating and intoxicating. This is a man in the sky, even Liu Saner thought so, but she didn't want to see this person because his almost premonition intuition told him that this person would cause him a big trouble.

However, although Liu Saner calls himself an elderly person, he is very persistent in beautiful things, just like a stubborn old man's pursuit of life. He always says that beautiful things in this world cannot be blasphemed, just like this beauty holding an umbrella. Therefore, even if he knows that this beauty will cause trouble to him, he still stays here without moving because he likes this beauty, or rather, he likes the beauty in this person.

Zhao Rong walked on the path with an oil-paper umbrella. The raindrops hit his umbrella, and then slowly slid down to the ground, swaying waves of dust. He walked slowly because he knew that the person at the tea stall opposite would not leave. This was Zhao Rong's confidence in his beauty. He didn't know that he was beautiful, but he knew that many people were confused by themselves because of their beauty.

He did not think this was an insult to men, because in his opinion, a person who was truly addicted to art would not distinguish between men and women by being handsome or beautiful. All artistic pursuits were to describe what they liked for themselves in one word, that was beauty.

In just a moment, he walked to the person who was lying on the recliner and slowly looking at him or the world in the rain. He stood in front of that person and said, "Boss, have a pot of tea."

Liu San'er looked at the standing in front of her and ordered a pot of tea to make people laugh. After putting down the grease umbrella, the person in front of him lost the three-point fireworks. If Zhao Rong before could attract Liu San'er to not leave, then Zhao Rong now would be enough to attract Liu San'er to do everything for him. Of course, except for the things that hinder Liu San'er's interests or life.

He slowly took it out, then picked up the teapot, and looked at Zhao Rong and said, "This beauty, what kind of tea do you want to drink? I have all kinds of tea here."
Chapter completed!