Chapter 64: Scholars talk about spirit, and literati have character!

Tea People's Commune.

The house has not been decorated for a long time and looks a bit decayed and old. There are three or two old tables and chairs placed haphazardly and it does not have any aesthetic appeal.

Quiet and clean, these are probably the few advantages of this teahouse.

There were no other guests in the teahouse. Except for Fang Yan who had just walked in, there was only a teahouse waiter who was lying on a wicker chair and dozing off.

Fang Yan deliberately stepped harder, hoping to wake up the teahouse waiter. Unexpectedly, the waiter was sleeping soundly, and he didn't know if he heard the footsteps, so he just turned over and continued to sleep.

Fang Yan had no choice but to shout: "Brother, bring me a pot of Longjing tea."

The waiter finally woke up. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties with slightly curly hair and a pale face. He wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Fang Yan and asked, "What do you want?"

"Bring a pot of Longjing tea." Fang Yan said again.

"No." said the man.

"Then what kind of tea do you have here?" Fang Yan asked.

"Would you like Maojian tea? Only Maojian tea. Grown at home, fried by hand. No spices or tea essence added." The middle-aged man began to advertise his products.

Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man carefully and asked, "Are you the boss?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "It's my buddy too."

"What do you call it?" Fang Yan asked.

"Zhu Jian." the middle-aged man said.

Fang Yan stood up again, walked up to the middle-aged man, and said with a smile: "I am Fang Yan. I asked you to meet."

"Teacher Fang?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a shocked face. "Are you Teacher Fang Yan?"

Zhu Jian couldn't help but be surprised.

Zhu Jian received a call today. The caller claimed to be Fang Yan, the current Chinese teacher of Class 9 at Zhuque High School.

Although Zhu Jian did not want to have any contact with that school anymore, the other party repeatedly persuaded him and said that he could find a way to help him restore his reputation. Zhu Jian hesitated again and again, and finally agreed to meet Fang Yan.

That thing was like a slender sharp thorn stuck in his throat, making him unable to eat or sleep well.

A literary man attaches great importance to his reputation, and the heavy burden of hooking up with female students makes him almost unable to hold his head high in front of his family and friends.

He needs relief and a chance to travel lightly.

Fang Yan's words touched his heart and made it difficult for him to refuse.

He originally thought that Fang Yan would be a middle-aged man like himself. However, was the young man in front of him too young and immature? Isn't the purpose of Suzaku High School an elite school? How could he recruit people at will?

"It's me." Fang Yan said. He saw the thoughtful questioning in Zhu Jian's eyes and said, "Shall we sit down and talk?"

"I'll make you a cup of tea." Zhu Jian said.

Maojian tea is not as fragrant as Tieguanyin tea, and it is not as graceful and graceful as Longjing tea, but it has its own unique charm.

The tiny hair tips slowly unfolded after rolling several times in the boiling water, and a layer of fine white flakes floated up and down in the glass. At first glance, it looked like the tea leaves had not been cleaned. In fact, these white flakes were just the tips.

The essence of tea.

Tea lovers call it 'pekoe', which is rich in substances beneficial to the human body. You should drink these pekoe together when drinking tea.

Fang Yan picked up the glass and took a sip of tea, felt it carefully, and said with a smile: "Good tea."

Zhu Jian's face was expressionless and he didn't take Fang Yan's praise seriously. How many words he said on the scene were worthy of belief?

"If my guess is correct, these tea trees grow on the top of the mountain. They are exposed to wind, rain, and sunlight, so people think that the leaves are not green and the tea looks old." Fang Yan took another sip and commented: "However,

Tea pickers work very hard and only pick young buds from each tea leaf. In this way, all the essence of a tea tree is picked."

"Tea fryers are also masters. They use burnt charcoal ash to bake without heavy fire or force, retaining the tenderness of the tea tips and the natural fragrance of the tea leaves. As you just said, although there are no spices or tea essences added,

But the taste of this tea is even better because of it.”

Zhu Jian was deeply shocked and said: "Teacher Fang is a master of tea ceremony. This tea was grown by the old father of the family. The tea mountain he was allocated happened to be on the top of the mountain. It is difficult to water the tea trees on the top of the mountain. The weather in southern Henan has been dry in recent years, so

The tea leaves were gray in color and very ugly. In order to sell them at a good price, I asked my parents to only take the tips, which are the tea tree buds, and then go back and roast them myself. Later, I lost my job and thought that I usually like to drink tea.

A teahouse opened at the entrance of this community. As you can see, because of the lack of capital and the remote location, life is very difficult."

Just now, Zhu Jian had looked down upon Fang Yan and questioned him, but now he no longer had a perfunctory mentality because of his tender face.

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I didn't come here to taste tea with Teacher Zhu. I guess Teacher Zhu is not in the mood to taste tea now."

Zhu Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Indeed."

Fang Yan looked at Zhu Jian seriously and asked, "Teacher Zhu, are the rumors in the school true?"

Zhu Jian did not answer, but looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, "I don't understand, why did you come to ask me this question? Whose position do you represent? Yourself? Suzaku High School?"

"I represent myself." Fang Yan said.

"Because of sympathy? Or curiosity?"

"There is sympathy. There is also curiosity." Fang Yan said with great frankness. "There is also understanding."

"understand?"

"The understanding of sharing the same fate." Fang Yan said.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Jian was confused.

"Some time ago, I was almost expelled from school because of an incident of dancing with a female student in a bar. Of course, if the media reported it, it might not be just a simple expulsion from school." Fang Yan said.

"Are you dancing with female students in a bar?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with vigilance and contempt. Who is this person? You thought I was the same as you, so you came here to seek comfort.

?

"There is another hidden secret." Fang Yan explained. "The matter is actually very simple, not as dirty as outsiders speculate."

"Why didn't the media report it?" Zhu Jian asked. "Don't the media like this kind of news the most?"

"Because there are many honest people who have stood up to speak for me." Fang Yan played with the glass in his hand and said with a smile. "They didn't believe that I would do such a thing."

"It seems that you are much more lucky than me." Zhu Jian sighed. His incident became public knowledge, causing him to be ostracized by the entire Huacheng education community. The female student was unwilling to be humiliated and moved to another city to study.

He knew they were innocent, but who wanted to believe it?

"I don't deny this." Fang Yan said. "I have always been very lucky."

"Because you have had the experience of being wronged, you want to come here and listen to my story. If possible, will you find a way to help me reverse the case?"

"The most important thing is to restore your innocence." Fang Yan said. "This hat is too heavy. I'm afraid it won't be easy for a lifetime to rest on my head. And that female student - although I have never seen it before

She. But if she was really wronged, then this incident might destroy her."

"Yes." Zhu Jian's face showed pain. He covered his face with his hands, and tears flowed out from between the slender fingers. The fingers were wet and flowed to the back of his hands. "Destroyed her."

Fang Yan sighed softly.

After a long time, Zhu Jian removed his hands from his face, but there were still tears in his eyes.

"I can tell you clearly that we are innocent," Zhu Jian said. "I swear with my personality - no, with everything I have."

"I believe it." Fang Yan nodded and said, "What exactly happened?"

"You are the head teacher of Class 9, do you know Zheng Guodong?" Zhu Jian asked.

"We know each other." Fang Yan nodded. "Are you related to him?"

"I just became a Chinese language teacher in Class 9, and I had many conflicts with him. He skipped class, drank, and beat up classmates. He was the bully in the class. Moreover, he had contacts with some gangsters in the society and did things in a different way.

Is a student----"

"He molested a female classmate by the Quehe River, and I happened to catch him. I scolded him and drove him away, then took off my coat and put it on the girl's body - I didn't expect that this scene was filmed.

The photo became evidence that I was having sex by the river with my female student in my arms."

Zhu Jian punched the thick table and shouted: "I, Zhu Jian, have read a lot of books, how could I do such an animal thing?"

"Have you explained it to the school?" Fang Yan asked.

"Who would believe it?" Zhu Jian shouted with red eyes. "Who would believe it? Zheng Guodong's father is the school director. Who would believe it?"

Fang Yan was silent.

Zhu Jian's matter is indeed tricky. On the one hand, he was photographed just like himself. And even more carelessly than himself, his clothes were worn on a girl. He walked out of the woods with his arms around the girl. If he said

I have no relationship with girls, so few people will believe it.

Of course, if this is all, if Zhu Jian and the injured girl stand up and accuse Zheng Guodong at the same time, there is no chance that things will turn around.

The most critical issue is that Zheng Guodong's father, Zheng Tiancheng, is the director of Zhuque School. Who is willing to offend Zheng Tiancheng and still stand up to overturn Zhu Jian's case when the evidence is solid?

"I believe it." Fang Yan said seriously. "I believe you are innocent."

Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a surprised look on his face.

"I will help you reverse the case and I will clear your name." Fang Yan continued.

"Why?" Zhu Jian asked. He made it very clear that Zheng Guodong's father was Zheng Tiancheng. Why was he still willing to risk his life?

If he offended Zheng Tiancheng because of his own affairs, could he still stay as the Chinese teacher of Class 9? Is he afraid that he would be expelled from the school like himself?

"Because we are all scholars." Fang Yan said sternly. "They don't believe that scholars talk about morale, and that literati have character. I do."
Chapter completed!