"Boss Yang is here," Shen Xiaoxiao sat on the chair next to him, "Do as I told you, remember?"
Wenqin nodded: "Remember, Yang Qing doesn't like to talk, so I don't dare to say anything to him."
"Then just trick him, and I'll have someone bring you a pot of Rong's wine."
Wenqin stood up and picked up his pipa: "Then I'll go up first?"
Shen Xiaoxiao nodded: "Go ahead, it doesn't matter if you can't get it this time, just be sure not to reveal the truth."
Wenqin nodded, twisted her waist and went upstairs.
Yang Qing had been coming to Yuchun Tower frequently since it opened. He didn't speak at first and just let himself play the pipa. He just sat there with a look of pain and entanglement on his face.
Wenqin opened the door, held Pipa and walked to the low stool next to the table. She looked at Yang Qing with watery eyes: "What does Boss Yang want to hear today?"
Yang Qing lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't even look at her: "You can do whatever you want."
After speaking, he rubbed his brows, propped up his elbows, and lay on his side on the bed.
Wenqin looked unperturbed and played the pipa on her own.
She put her hands on the strings and played the pipa while looking at Yang Qing intentionally or unintentionally.
After a while, Yang Qing shouted to stop Wen Qin.
"Why are you absent-minded today?" He opened his eyes and looked at Wenqin impatiently.
"I..." Wen Qin was a little flustered. She didn't expect Yang Qing to see that she had some thoughts.
She thought that Yang Qing would cling to this matter, but she didn't expect that Yang Qing would just stare out the window blankly.
"Boss Yang?" Wenqin called him cautiously.
Yang Qing sighed: "Do you have any wine?"
"Yes." Wen Qin brought in Rong's wine that Shen Xiaoxiao had sent.
Yang Qing looked at Rong's paper signature on the wine pot and frowned again.
"Did the slave family do something bad to make you angry?"
Wenqin held the wine glass, bit her lower lip, and looked at him timidly.
Yang Qing sighed and reached out to touch her head.
"It's okay, it's my own problem."
Wenqin tilted his head slightly and stared at him with incomprehensible eyes.
Yang Qing took the wine glass and looked at Wen Qin, feeling a little dazed for a moment: "Let me tell you a story."
Then he didn't care about Wenqin's reaction, and began to say nostalgically: "In the past, there was a famous tea frying master in Deji. At that time, although Deji's business was not big, every tea They are all high-quality products, no matter how young or old they are.”
"What happened next?" Wenqin lay on his side, holding his chin and looking at him.
"Later, his younger brother became addicted to smoking. In order to help his brother quit smoking, he kept trial and error and wrote a recipe for fried tea. The tea fried with this recipe can effectively relieve the addiction to smoking."
"This is a good thing. In total, it is a supreme merit." Wen Qin knew in her heart that he was talking about her own experience, but she still cooperated with him without criticizing him.
"Supreme merit? Maybe." Yang Qing smiled self-deprecatingly, "But the tea made from this recipe will also make people who are not addicted to smoking addicted to it."
Wenqin heard Shen Xiaoxiao talk about the special oolong made in Yang Qing's teahouse, so she naturally knew the meaning of Yang Qing's words.
Yang Qing drank all the wine in the cup and his eyes were a little red: "Later, the master of Deji saw this recipe and promoted the master to the shopkeeper of the teahouse. This kind of tea was also blatantly displayed in the teahouse. Land for sale.”
"This is harmful!" Yang Qing slammed the wine glass in his hand, his eyes widened, and he kept breathing heavily.
Wenqin gently caressed his chest: "Don't be angry. It will be bad for your health if you are angry."
Yang Qing whispered something, but Wenqin didn't hear it clearly.
"What did you just say?"
"Nothing." Yang Qing looked at the Rong's paper label stuck on the wine bottle on the table, feeling a little lost.
Wenqin asked him cautiously: "Is the tea you mentioned really so magical?"
"The important thing is the prescription. The tea is just ordinary oolong tea."
Yang Qing's hand gently stroked her chin.
"Wenqin, tell me, as long as this tea frying master didn't write this recipe, there wouldn't be so many people obsessed with smoking."
He looked sad, as if he was not asking Wenqin, but asking himself.
Wenqin smiled flatteringly: "No, the original intention of this prescription is good, but it was just taken advantage of by someone with good intentions."
Yang Qing fell silent, staring deeply at Wen Qin.
Wenqin's heart tightened. She couldn't understand the complicated thoughts in Yang Qing's eyes, so she could only look at him softly.
"You are right. This prescription is a double-edged sword. Whether it is good or bad depends entirely on people's hearts."
Wenqin lowered his eyelashes: "Is the tea made with this recipe really that magical?"
"Seriously." Yang Qing looked at Wenqin with gradually complicated eyes.
Wenqin didn't notice anything wrong in her eyes, and smiled softly: "Then I'm really ignorant."
Yang Qing touched Wenqin's delicate shoulder thoughtfully: "I'll bring you some next time?"
Wenqin didn't expect that she would get the rumored special Oolong. She raised her eyes suddenly and said in disbelief: "What did you just say? This... is not good."
Yang Qing smiled, feeling a little relieved in his heart.
"There's nothing wrong with it." He looked out the window. There was no moon in the dark night sky, as if there was no redemption for sin.
Wenqin picked up the pipa placed aside and asked, "What do you want to hear?"
"Bright spring and white snow."
Yang Qing took the wine bottle on the table and poured himself another glass.
Rong family?
Yang Qing looked at the paper money on the wine pot, feeling dead in his heart.
But he is just a dog that was obsessed with glitz and begged for food under Cai Ying.
Like himself, he is no longer a human being.
Wenqin watched him drink glass after glass of wine, and somehow she felt a trace of pity.
But she quickly gave up this idea and just played Yangchun Baixue quietly.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Qing suddenly slammed the wine bottle in his hand to the ground.
In an instant, the porcelain bottle burst and the wine inside spilled out.
Wenqin looked at Yang Qing in fear, wondering what he wanted to do.
Yang Qing stood up drunkenly and looked down at Wenqin: "I know this is the property of the Chen family, and I also know that the Chen Dong family must have you keeping an eye on me."
Wenqin suddenly raised his head and looked at Yang Qing in horror.
Yang Qing smiled at her, leaned down and said in Wenqin's ear: "Tell your boss for me that I will be waiting for her at Fule Teahouse the day after tomorrow."
Seeing that Wen Qin still looked frightened, Yang Qing smiled elegantly.
"Don't be afraid, I came to you on the first day just for this day."
Yang Qing said self-deprecatingly: "I'm tired of these years when people are neither human nor ghosts."
He shook his head and walked straight out.
Shen Xiaoxiao was a little stunned when she saw Yang Qing coming downstairs.
She hurried forward to greet him: "Why is Boss Yang leaving so early today? Is Wen Qin not serving him well?"
Yang Qing glanced at her and shook his head: "Very good, but I'm in a hurry."
Then Yang Qing walked away without looking back.
Shen Xiaoxiao found Wenqin: "What's going on?"
Wenqin bit his lip: "The morning after tomorrow, he will be waiting for our boss at Fule Tea House."