When Mr. Zhu drove his treasure car to Yiyuan Teahouse, the shops around Hedeng Street had already begun to remove the sheds that were laid to block the rain, and some of them had a thin layer of water lines left on them.

The waterline condenses into water droplets under the sunlight, and then quietly slides down on the rain-proof film, leaving a transparent and dazzling light like glazed.

Mr. Zhu greeted the owner of the surrounding shops and gently opened the iron door locked by Yiyuan Teahouse. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it is locked or not. After all, there are no valuable items in Yiyuan Teahouse.

In addition to the calligraphy wooden board written by the old monk Yiyuan who was hanging in front of the hall: [Qingji-Hejing]

"Silent" refers to the aesthetic view of coldness, tranquility and silence; "Harmony" means respect for the guests.

So don't let someone disturb the old monk Yiyuan. He locked the door on the eve of the arrival of Haibeis.

The tables and chairs in Yiyuan Teahouse are not expensive antiques, and their calligraphy and paintings are also written by Mr. Zhu. If they are lost, they will be lost.

The whole morning after the door was opened, Mr. Wakarin did not come, but the owner of Yamazaki, who was in the shop opposite, came over to ask for a cup of tea and a cup of roasted tea.

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After that, some female students from nearby schools came here because of holidays, probably because of drinking tea.

Those who are brave enough will go directly to the teahouse and ask Mr. Zhu to buy a cup of Tokyo Xuanmi tea.

The tea in Yiyuan Teahouse is not expensive, and it may be much cheaper than the most commonly consumed bubble tea for female students, so the students around them will not be able to afford it.

"Brother Zhu, why have you become handsome again?"

A little girl blushed and joked with Mr. Zhu, but this is not a lie. With the leap of life, Mr. Zhu is now developing towards perfection. However, this perfection is not like the division rate of gold like David Copperfield, but a kind of indifferent and clear-headed temperament of life.

"Thank you, Ikeda, you have become more beautiful."

Mr. Zhu is a painter and a monk who practices with hair. If he really shaves his hair and wears a cassock now, he will probably be more popular with monsters than the legendary Master Sanzang.

However, most of the guests in Yiyuan Teahouse next to Hedeng Street are female students living nearby, or female staff members preparing to resume work, and some old men and women are also old ladies.

It was during the Tang Dynasty that the Japanese monk Zuicheng studied in Tiantai Mountain, Zhejiang. When he returned to China, he not only brought Tiantai Sect to Japan, but also brought tea seeds to Hiei Mountain, Kyoto.

Later, the monk Rongxi also studied Buddhism and practiced tea art in Tiantai Mountain. He wrote the famous "Tea Health Record", which recorded the tea making process and tea-making methods popular in Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas during the Southern Song Dynasty, and was known as the "tea ancestor" in Japan. Later, the overseas monk Yuaner Bianyuan brought back the seeds of Jingshan tea and planted them in his hometown Shizuoka Prefecture. The tea style began to spread from then on.

If Japanese Buddhism had not introduced the connotation of Zen into the tea ceremony, then the Japanese cuisine that is circulating in the market today may have been the Japanese cuisine, and the tea at the meal had long been replaced by the Western ones.

As long as you understand Zen, it is not difficult to understand Japanese tea ceremony, and it can even be said that it is not difficult to understand the entire Far Eastern civilization.

It is also for this reason that whenever Mr. Zhu cooks tea, he can always recall the stories told by the old monk Yiyuan, those meditations that are shallow or deep, blended into the tea ceremony and touched the principles of life.

"Brother Zhu, you still remember my name."

The female student Ikeda was a little happy. She was a cute girl, a little baby fat, but she didn't look fat. When she heard him say this, the girl's heart was still a little cute.

But what she didn't know was that every guest who came here, or who had bought tea or had only met once, would be remembered by Mr. Zhu.

"As long as I come here and buy tea, customers are not strangers to me."

He poured the tea into a disposable paper cup and covered the cup lid.

There were no advertisements on the paper cup, only a few simple drawings, which were depicted by an old monk who fell asleep leaning against the bamboo.

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Andaoyuan rarely went out for a morning exercise. He was a self-disciplined person, so he returned to the leisurely rhythm of reading a book after breakfast in the past.

Holding "Moon and Sixpence" in the courtyard, avoiding the big banyan tree. After all, there are still remaining drops of water on the big tree. In this autumn, even if the warm sun rises, the water vapor cannot be completely removed.

He put down the famous book in his hand, but the light blue pages drifted away like fallen feathers of an angel.

Andau has never told others about this future deduction, because when he observed, the world line collapsed.

Therefore, he cannot make any decision that may lead to wrong results, and must choose the right reason.

On the blue paper, the doomsday scene that should belong to the pastor, which was broken in Tokyo, is now full of sunshine because the sky is clear.

The gray paper pages are painted with golden watercolors, leaving the world without losing the colors it should have.

Just like today, it was an ordinary morning.

He understood that those people in Hyacinth are people he should cherish.

Andao Yuan couldn't help feeling very warm so that they could sleep a comfortable afternoon or be able to do what they wanted without worrying about.

Maybe it's what he should protect.

Andaoyuan is a selfish person and a rational person.

So he didn't want much: this light blue trade wind and their smiles that he could see when he woke up were enough.

Lying on the recliner, slowly closing his eyes. Perhaps because of staying up late before, Andaoyuan finally felt a little sleepy.

‘Just sleep for ten minutes, ten minutes will be fine.’

He told himself this.

Self-discipline does not mean absolute restraint. It is the freedom to understand what you should do and the recognition of the rhythm of life.

So he slept soundly during this sleep.

Until Xue held a white feather in her hand and shook gently in front of him, the gentle girl's voice added a carat of sweetness, like the shaking sugar in the clay pot:

"Andauyuan, Andaoyuan, you see, this is my bookmark, is it beautiful?"

It was already afternoon now, and Shiyin asked Xue to ask him to finish his meal, so the cat girl woke him up in this unique way.

Otherwise, in the middle of the hyacinth, no one would disturb him except the breeze and sunshine.
Chapter completed!