Several days have passed, and Mr. Zhang's heart is still hurting...
The bud tea prepared by Xu Guangling for him was enough before, but now he can only drink four at a time. If it is too much, it will be a bit excessive, and if it is too little, it will not be good, and it will feel a little inadequate.
Four coins at a time, only twenty-eight coins a week, and there will be new ones next week.
No matter how hard he and his old friend worked together, this bud could only last for four days. But that didn't mean that it was completely useless after four days, but that something inside it began to decay, and the decay rate was very large.
It decays by about one-third in one day. Three days later, most of the buds sealed in small ice cubes have disappeared, leaving only a little remnant.
But on the fourth and fifth days, even the remnants were gone, and there were only gaps and a little light green left in the ice.
But no matter what, it can last for a week, just in time for the new round of picking.
That day, it rained heavily, and then, not unexpectedly, the heavy rain turned into a heavy rainstorm, accompanied by amazing thunder and lightning, black clouds pressed down on the mountains, and the day turned into night, as if the end of the world was coming.
Heavy rain of this magnitude has rarely been seen in Mr. Zhang's life.
To be more precise, I may have never seen it even once!
While feeling heartbroken over the disappearance of Young Bud Tea, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but feel a little hesitant in his heart. Could it be that his disciple was trying to overcome the calamity?
Well, this idea is too folk and too legendary.
But the old man and Xiao Wei also expressed this idea.
They then looked at it from a distance, and Xu Guangling was still sitting quietly under the tree.
The world was misty, the wind and rain were blowing, but within about three meters of the figure, there was no dust or rain. Looking from a distance, especially through the heavy rain curtain, it was not a "god among the gods" nor a drop of rain.
What?
The figures we used to get along with day and night seemed particularly ethereal at that moment, as if they were sitting in the clouds, outside the sky, or sitting on some other shore.
Later that day, Mr. Zhang said to Mr. Chen: "Come on, old man, let's not be thrown too far by our foolish words!"
On the fourth day after Xu Guangling entered meditation, Mr. Zhang missed him.
On the fifth day after Xu Zhuoyan entered samadhi, Mr. Zhang missed him.
On the sixth day when disciple Xu Buxiao entered samadhi, Mr. Zhang missed him.
Young bud tea is no longer available!
The old food has been used up and the new food is yet to come. It is the most appropriate time to miss the old people.
On this night when he didn't even have to drink the residue, Mr. Zhang even had a little insomnia!
This is not dependence, but a kind of peaceful and peaceful feeling, and then the blood is flowing and lively. Without it, it makes people feel that even sleeping is meaningless.
Lying in the tent in the past was like lying in the rolling mountains, with the gentle flow of the stream and the tinkling of the mountain stream, or like lying in the clouds. Above, the golden sun shone, and the inside and outside of the body were warm and harmonious. Below, the flowing clouds were graceful.
Light, like a clear scene, like a dream.
Then, in such a half-drunk and half-awake state, unconsciously, he naturally fell into a deep sleep.
When you wake up in the morning, your body and mind feel refreshed, and the world feels new.
Even the most common chirping of birds sounds like a piece of nature to your ears.
But today.
This night today, before I fall asleep today...
No more sprout tea to drink!
Not only not today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow...
As soon as he thought about this, Mr. Zhang's insomnia deepened again!
Then he tossed and turned, and he really couldn't sleep, so the old man stopped sleeping for the time being.
Anyway, with his current "level three master" (disciple Xu Guangling said), not to mention just going to bed later, staying up all night, then three nights, five nights, ten nights and eight nights, is just childish.
Of course, it's hard to say for a longer time.
Mr. Chen is also a level 3 master, and this master who is half a level higher than the old man also has a bit of insomnia tonight.
Then the two insomniacs walked out of the tent to admire the moon.
However, it is a pity that today is the beginning of the month, the first day of August in the lunar calendar, so there is no moon to enjoy, not even a crescent moon!
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
Then the two old men could only walk around the lotus pond.
Not long after they left, in another tent not far away, the boss also sat up from tossing and turning. He sat blankly for a long time, then he quickly got dressed, and then drove a car by himself.
, returned to the base.
What to do?
Office!
I have so much energy that I can't sleep.
It's a good time to work.
The people of our generation should dedicate themselves to the country until their death!
A little girl who also lived in a tent by the lotus pond also didn't sleep much that night.
After she got up, she wanted to go to the big tent next to the piano player, but she was worried that in the dead of night, she would disturb others, not just the two old people and Mr. Wei, but also many other people. Even if the sound of the piano was not loud, it was not loud here.
Even in a quiet environment, the sound can be heard far away.
So what to do?
She copied piano music.
Well, back.
Write silently.
Starting with "Lan Ke", it was the first song she heard from that person, and it was precisely because of this song that they got to know each other.
Then there is "Burning Its Flowers".
Perhaps because the first song she listened to was "Lan Ke", Zheng Qin loved this one more among the two "sisters", and according to that person's opinion, she should prefer "Shao Zhuo Qi Hua" more
of.
Oh, it should.
There are so many shoulds!
If she should, she should have stayed far away from him the moment she noticed her heartbeat.
But no.
Later, the situation got deeper and deeper, and she should have wielded her sword to kill Qingsi.
But still nothing.
So, I trapped myself in a cocoon and foolishly handed the invisible future into that person's hands, and that person just put it in his pocket.
He didn't play dumb, but he also didn't make any promises.
If you don't marry, why...
Why don't you drive her away!
Even though she has lost any self-control, she still has self-respect.
As long as he said a casual word, she would definitely turn around and leave, never looking back, even if she left feeling dejected.
But no.
He's... very good.
Such a man should be killed!
But she knew better that if there was really any danger, and if she was by his side, she would probably not be able to control herself and would stand in front of him.
Just like Zixia in Journey to the West.
In fact, Zixia was happy when she died, and only then did she grasp happiness in her hands.
But before that, she couldn't catch it.
Zixia is just a story.
And she was just daydreaming.
There is no such chance.
He...he is a god!
Occasionally I start writing, and occasionally I put down the pen, holding my chin in my hands and meditating.
The music score gradually formed on the paper.
The melody gradually sounded in her heart.
As I wrote this, Zheng Qin suddenly gained a lot of new understanding of this piece of music that night.
Obviously, when he first composed this song, he was also in a dilemma. Before, she saw the embarrassment in this song, but she did not see the pain hidden in the embarrassment.
Do people like him also suffer?
No, there shouldn’t even be any embarrassment!
Is there anything else in this world that could embarrass him?
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