Mu Tian hasn't thought of a countermeasure yet. He wanted to discuss it with Johnson several times, but he restrained his impulse.
Once a man has his heart set on something, he has to go for it.
Although he didn't think about how to deal with the house dragon, he firmly believed that just do it and it's over.
Isn't it just drinking tea? How can meat be meaty?
See what tricks you can make.
So, he got up early and packed up quickly.
Fang Fanglong was leisurely, sleeping until he woke up naturally. When he saw Mu Tian getting ready, he couldn't help but sneered in his heart and said to himself: Childish, ha.
Fang Fang Long was washing and dressing up in a leisurely manner, and Mu Tian did not rush him. Anyway, he had a white appearance and a white appearance, so there was no need for the monkey to be anxious.
Mu Tian didn't like to wear youth clothes with too obvious organizational marks when he went out to the streets, so he changed into a coarse cloth gown.
Fang Fanglong was different and found a brand new uniform.
"Wearing this? You look too much like a Jiangbei guy." Fang Fanglong mocked Mutian's outfit, "Don't you have a newly issued uniform? Find it and change into it." Without any explanation, he pulled out the box for Mutian from under the bed, and even
Opening it quickly, the battle gave Mu Tian no chance to react.
This guy is quite agile!
Mu Tian was surprised, so he stepped forward and closed the lid with one hand, pressing it.
"No, I like this one." He looked at the dragon in the house with a smile.
"Did you find it?" Fang Fanglong pointed at the box and said exaggeratedly, obviously he was talking about another thing. Because when he opened the box, there was the doll - the tin soldier. "Duan Yaming...
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Mu Tian's smile was still on his face and he said nothing.
"He hasn't come back yet, haven't you done anything to him?" Fang Fanglong asked quietly with a hint of fear on his face.
"Just kidding, he's a big living person, what can I do to him? You've seen it, I can't beat him. Really?" Mu Tian said with a corner of his mouth.
Fang Fang Long was speechless for a moment and looked at Mu Tian in deep thought.
"Why, instead of following me to the Purple House for tea, are you going to Baixiang at Elbow Beach?" Mu Tian's tone was a little more teasing.
"No way, we agreed. Go ahead. Are you sure to wear this?"
"Sure."
The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, and followed each other out of the dormitory.
The distance from the station to Wantoubang is no more than ten miles away, which is not a problem at all for these two great young men.
The two of them left the station, let go of their long legs and stepped on the gravel road and ran straight away.
After all, Mu Tian's legs were a little longer, and he was always in front, leaving him one and a half body lengths behind the Fang Fang Dragon. The Fang Fang Dragon hurriedly followed, but couldn't surpass it.
Unexpectedly, after walking two or three miles, a jeep caught up from behind and swerved in front of them.
Johnson!
The two stopped suddenly, stood at attention and saluted.
"Hello, instructor!" they all said in unison, but their faces were full of doubts.
"Get in the car."
I was just going to Baixiang, so there was no reason to ask the superior to drive me there.
This time Mu Tian and Fang Fang Long had the same idea.
"Come on up. I'm going to Wan Toubang for business. By the way." Seeing their hesitation, Johnson invited and explained clearly.
When Mu Tian heard this, he didn't say anything, opened the door and got in the car.
The dragon in the house was stunned for a moment, and then he also came up.
"Sir, you have to work on weekends, it's hard enough." As soon as he got in the car, Fangfanglong took advantage of it.
"Ha, soldiers, orders."
"I understand, sir, it's hard work. Whenever you give us an order, Duan Yaming has already gone on a special mission. We want to go too."
Johnson's shoulders trembled slightly and he said nothing.
"Really, Mu Tian?"
What does this kid want to do? Use Duan Yaming to talk to Johnson and drag me along?
Mu Tian smiled calmly at the house dragon.
"Did we choose Duan Yaming because of his poor academic performance, sir?" Fang Fanglong was blatantly testing.
"Oh, no, no, you are all excellent. But Duan Yaming may be more suitable for this special operation. No, Mu Tian will graduate soon. After completing his cryptography course, he can leave at any time." Johnson
His tone was solemn and casual, as if he was using the asymmetry of information to express his sense of superiority, or as if he was trying to get close.
"Really, Mu Tian, why don't you tell me this?" Fang Fanglong was inexplicably excited because he wanted to show his innocence.
But it's a bit exaggerated, and it doesn't sound that romantic at all.
Mu Tian flicked across the house and pointed his hand, "Johnson, we can just go to Zilu Teahouse." He leaned forward and spoke into Johnson's ear. But his voice did not lower at all.
"Tea?"
"Yes, let's drink tea. Will you come with us, sir?" Fang Fanglong interjected again.
What a waste of time.
"No, no, you go ahead. I like whiskey and coffee, but not tea." Johnson said as if he was regretful.
Fang Fanglong invited him again, but Johnson still declined.
The car had already driven onto Tianqi Road and arrived in front of Zilu in an instant.
Johnson drove away and the two of them walked into the teahouse.
Before entering, Mu Tian subconsciously glanced in the direction of the small building where Duan Yaming and Huang Zunzi now lived.
The waiter greeted me as usual and gave him the usual greetings, but this time the drink was "scented tea". And the dragon in the house said he had made a reservation.
Mu Tian immediately alerted himself: When did you book the reservation?
Fang Fang Long did not answer, only smiled, and then motioned to Mu Tian to go upstairs.
The so-called scented tea is not as dirty as imagined.
On the contrary, it is very elegant.
The light green curtains create a pastoral color, and you can even smell the grass.
Sitting in front of the huge sea of natural tea was a woman wearing a light green dress, a high bun, and light strands of hair hanging from her temples. That was the tea server. She had slender eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a straight nose.
Her lips are red and her teeth are white. She has a pair of jade hands with slender fingers like green onions. One hand holds her sleeves and the other hand is making tea.
Two round stools, carved with hollow dragons and phoenixes, are placed in front of the sea of tea. They are where tea drinkers sit, waiting for their empty seats.
Under the opposite window, beside the light green curtain, there is the same beautiful woman. Her clothes and appearance are exactly the same as the woman serving tea. The same pair of jade hands, the same slender fingers like green onions, but the difference is that she is playing the piano.
The qin is a guqin, with an antique feel, and the rhythm that lingers is "joyful", but it is more concise. Without the complicated chords, it feels more ethereal and distant, refreshing.
On the incense table in the four corners, agarwood curls up, which is a kind of intoxication that is neither strong nor light, but just right.
This kind of scene can only be shown in the mouths of storytellers. Mu Tian never thought that one day he would be able to immerse himself in it. For a moment, he was so overwhelmed that he was so dumb that he didn't even drink the tea that was handed to him.
Be aware.
The one who served the tea was Qiu Tang, and the one who played the piano was Chuntao. They were a pair of top players carefully trained by Zi Lu. They were also twin sisters, so they looked exactly the same.
Fang Fang Long poked Mu Tian lightly, and Mu Tian was so frightened that he almost fell off the tea stool.
Qiu Tang put down the tea cup and leaned across the sea of tea to ask for support.
The white ravine flashed before his eyes in the shock.
Oh, my God. This is the land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers!
Mu Tian put one hand on the ground, sat up straight, and calmed down.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." He clasped his hands and said to Qiu Tang, "Thank you, girl, thank you, girl."
Qiu Tang Yanran picked up the tea cup again and presented it to Mu Tian.
Mu Tian took it solemnly and took a sip.
“Good tea.”
"Thank you, Master, I like it." Qiu Tang said and stood up like a blessing, so supple and charming.
Mu Tian's throat tightened, and he picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
When Fang Fanglong saw that Mu Tian had entered the port, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Mr. Mu, taste it slowly. I..."
He stopped talking, only raised his thumb and pointed behind him, smiling, "You understand."
Fang Fang Long stood up. Mutian finally woke up completely and stretched out his hand to catch Fang Fang Long.
Qiu Tang stretched out her jade hand and grabbed Mu Tian's wrist, "Are you the Mu Tian mentioned in the newspaper, Mr. Mu?"
Mu Tian was stunned for a moment, then nodded confusedly towards Qiu Tang.
When I turned back, the dragon figure in the house had long disappeared, and only the curtains on the side and back were fluttering gently.
Mu Tian's wrist was still in Qiu Tang's hand.
"It takes three cups of tea to taste the tea. Master, enjoy the tea with peace of mind. Master Fang has his own things to do. He is a man. Don't worry, it won't take much effort."
Mu Tian was noncommittal for a moment, staring blankly at Qiu Tang's hand on his wrist.
Qiu Tang didn't make any reaction, but just let go of his hand and continued to fill the teapot. But he kept looking at Mu Tian from the corner of his eyes.