Without knowing anything, Jasmine had no choice but to ask the elf on her shoulder: "Sylve, what happened to the wood? It was fine yesterday, so why is it like this today?"
"Xixi..." Sylph shook her head and replied softly. She also didn't understand why the master was like this.
Jasmine placed a cup of freshly brewed honey flower tea in front of Zheng Feng's table, and she sat down on the other side.
People often say that no matter how wonderful the taste is, they will be disgusted sooner or later after tasting it many times. However, Jasmine discovered that this statement is completely inapplicable to wood.
No matter how many times Mu Mu comes to the flower teahouse, the flower tea ordered every time will always be the cup of honey flower tea, and even the location has never changed. It has always been this remote southwest corner. Usually not many customers like to sit there.
In this position, whether it is her obsession with scented tea or her position, she often reminds her of another person.
Jasmine felt that the scene was a bit cold, but she didn't know what to say, so she subconsciously said: "If sister Wanjun is still here, I think you two will become very good friends..."
There was an abnormal look in Zheng Feng's eyes, and he suddenly asked: "Wanjun? Do you know Yang Wanjun!?"
Jasmine was also startled by this sudden question. She never thought that Mu Mu, who was originally lifeless, would have such a big reaction to Sister Wanjun's name.
‘Isn’t this a coincidence? The two of them are really related?!’ Jasmine muttered in her heart.
But these two people... one has been in Yeluocheng for four years and only left last year; the other has just been in Yeluocheng for a year and has no intersection at all, so she never thought that there was any special relationship between the two.
.
"Yes, I know you. Sister Wanjun often came here before she graduated from Tianhun Academy. Moreover, the collection tasks issued by the mercenary union in our flower teahouse were all completed for us by sister Wanjun."
Jasmine nodded. Although she had many questions in her mind, she did not ask them. She just saw that this topic could make Mu Mu react, so she continued along with the topic.
"When she came here, she sat here, right?" Zheng Feng stroked the slightly old wooden table and showed a silly smile. When he came here for the first time, he already knew that Sister Yatou must have been here.
, but what I didn’t expect was that Jasmine turned out to be acquainted with Sister Yatou.
"Mumu, how do you know?" Jasmine asked in surprise. It seems that Mumu likes to sit in this southwest corner, and it's not a coincidence.
"It smells like a girl here." Zheng Feng replied.
Such an answer made Jasmine feel ashamed. At this moment, she wanted to complain. Are the noses of beast soul masters so abnormal? Tianxue was like this in the Colosseum, and Zheng Feng was also like this at this time. Human noses, really
Can it be that scary?!
"Moli, what kind of person do you think Sister Yatou is?" Zheng Feng suddenly asked.
"Sister Yatou?"
This was not the first time that Jasmine heard this name. Tianxue and Tianxue had asked her about it before, but she didn't recognize it either. But only then did she know that the sister Mumu mentioned was Wanjun.
elder sister.
"Sister Wanjun... When I saw her for the first time, I was stunned by her cold expression. It was a bit scary..."
Jasmine recalled the first time they met, smiled, and then continued: "But because Sister Wanjun often comes here, after getting to know each other for a long time, I found that Sister Wanjun is not as cold as she appears, but is actually a very gentle person.
Especially when she is sitting in this position in a daze, she will always show a faint smile. At that moment, even I was a little jealous and kept asking myself why there are such beautiful women in the world~"
"Sister Wanjun was not a mercenary at the beginning. She only became a mercenary after knowing that no mercenary was willing to accept the collection tasks I posted because the pay was too low. Sister Wanjun is completely different from her cold appearance. She is very
Gentle women have always been my idols..."
Hearing Jasmine's words, Zheng Feng's eyes brightened a lot. Sister Yatou has never changed, she is still so gentle and kind. The Shura girl in the oil painting is definitely not the real Sister Yatou.
"Moli, you should have heard of Sister Yatou's title at Tianhun Academy..." Zheng Feng said in confusion: "Why did such a gentle person get such a title?"
"Do you care about the title of Sister Wanjun? Although I don't know why, I never care about what other people think of Sister Wanjun. I believe in my own feelings."
Jasmine smiled calmly and said: "Just like you, when I heard about you from rumors before I actually met you, I almost thought you were a murderous female public enemy with three heads and six arms..."
"But what about you in reality? You are an extremely slow person." Jasmine shook her head and sighed with a look of disappointment. It seemed that Zheng Feng was not a pervert like the rumors, and she deeply regretted this.
"Grandpa often told me that seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily believing, because no matter what you see or hear, it is only the most superficial thing. The truth always requires in-depth understanding.
get……"
Jasmine's plain words made Zheng Feng sober. Although he was also aware of this truth, many times, the authorities were confused and the bystanders were clear, and his excessive persistence made him completely trapped and unable to extricate himself.
Zheng Feng also thought of Murong Ya's attitude towards Sister Yatou. If Sister Yatou was really just a cold and murderous Shura like in Jin Rui's painting, Murong Ya and the girls in the academy would still worship Sister Yatou so much.
What?
But he also knew that Jin Rui had no reason to deceive him or slander Sister Yatou. But the Shura girl in the oil painting could only represent the Yang Wanjun that Jin Rui saw in his eyes, but the real Yang Wanjun was
, is that really like that?
Zheng Feng couldn't determine the answer until he met the girl sister.
Although there are still many doubts in his heart, he is much clearer than before. Maybe he should thank Jasmine. Without Jasmine, he might still be wandering aimlessly in the streets and mountains.
"It seems that you, who are slow, have finally started to wake up a little bit. After drinking that cup of scented tea, go to bed early." Seeing that Zheng Feng's eyes were glowing again, Jasmine felt relieved.
"Am I slow?!" Zheng Feng wondered, is he slow? He has always been quite confident in his speed, which is no worse than a wind attribute beast soul master. How could he be slow!
"Ha~~" Jasmine yawned, rubbed her eyes, and said helplessly: "I can tell you clearly now, yes, you are very slow, quite slow!!"
He actually asked this question in front of her, which shows how 'sluggish' this piece of wood is. She regrets it now. She stayed up most of the night and chatted with this 'slow piece of wood'. Was it worth it?!
She'd better go to bed early, you know... lack of sleep is the natural enemy of women!
As autumn entered Yeluocheng, the temperature was lower than a month ago, especially late at night. Jasmine pulled on her shoulder pads, stood up and said, "If you feel cold, there is a blanket at the counter. Remember to fold it after use."
Okay. Go back to the academy as soon as it gets light. If you run out like this and stay out all night, they will be worried about you."
Before Jasmine went up the stairs, she suddenly turned around and said softly: "Oh, by the way! And leave early tomorrow. Grandpa doesn't know that I picked up a homeless man from the street tonight. If he sees you, he doesn't know what will happen.
What’s the misunderstanding? Good night~”
Zheng Feng held up the tea cup, and the temperature coming from the cup wall gave him an indescribable warmth in his heart...
The next morning, when Jasmine got up to take care of the flower garden, Zheng Feng was no longer on the first floor. The blanket on the counter had not been moved, but she just smiled, knowing that that piece of wood was no ordinary person.
How could he be as afraid of the cold as she was?
There seemed to be no change in the teahouse from usual, as if everything last night was just a dream!
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[ps: I sincerely ask for red tickets and collections, thank you!!]