No matter how fierce I will cry for you

The appointment was held at a remote teahouse on the outskirts of Beijing. It took Miss Qiao Er two hours just to get there by car.

The second-in-command has a high position, but he is low-key. He only brings a few personal staff with him, and does not have the bodyguards that Miss Qiao Er imagined.

The tea house is very remote. There is no business district, no community, and not even farmers' homes around it. There is only a desolate building deep in the dense forest.

It is a very pure Beijing-style building, with red walls and yellow glazed tiles that are rich and majestic. The mountain-style roof and stacked brackets show the traces of time.

If someone hadn't taken it with me, it would have been difficult to find such a remote place.

Miss Qiao Er clenched her handbag tightly and tightened her brown woolen windbreaker. Then she walked towards the vermilion door and entered the majestic main entrance. Only then did Miss Qiao Er feel that this place did not look like a teahouse. It's like a wealthy family a hundred years ago.

As soon as she entered, there was a special person waiting for her. He nodded slightly towards her and made an invitation gesture: "Miss Qiao Er, this way."

Miss Qiao Er frowned almost imperceptibly, feeling a little strange about the other party's name. Logically speaking, he should call her 'Mrs. Shao'.

Although she was confused, Miss Qiao didn't think much about it. She just thought it was a slip of the tongue and continued to follow him inside, bypassing the corridor and passing through the lobby of the main hall before arriving at a warm pavilion at the back.

A bodyguard in black uniform opened the cotton curtain and made an inviting gesture towards Miss Qiao Er.

Miss Qiao Er nodded slightly and walked in with dignified and steady steps. The room was very big. There was a desk directly opposite the door. On it was a vase in the east and a mirror in the west for a safe life. Below was a tea table. On both sides of the tea table were placed Agarwood armchair.

On the left and right sides are three Taishi chairs and tea tables, which is a typical living room layout of ancient wealthy families.

Miss Qiao Er had never seen the second-in-command in person, but she had seen him on the TV news. She recognized the person sitting on the guest chair on the right at a glance. He was looking up at her with an amiable smile on his face.

She is over 60 years old, even older than her father. She does not have the majesty she imagined, but is as amiable and approachable as her own grandfather.

Even so, Miss Qiao Er was still nervous and her palms were sweating all the time. She took off her coat and handed it to the attendant waiting beside her, and then she leaned towards the second in command.

"Sit down." The second-in-command raised his hand slightly and ordered a woman in her 30s standing at the door, "Serve tea."

Miss Qiao Er sat opposite the second-in-command, with a modest and polite smile that a junior should have on her face: "I'm sorry to disturb you."

The second-in-command raised his hand slightly and changed the topic Miss Qiao Er started with: "What do you think of the environment here?"

"It's very clean and the air is good. It's rare to find a place like this in Beijing." Miss Qiao Er told the truth, but she kept holding the silver handbag in her little hands, and her palms were already slippery and soaked with sweat.

"Do you like it here?" the second-in-command asked again, taking a sip of tea as he spoke, as if he wanted to chat with Miss Qiao.

Miss Qiao Er couldn't figure out what the second-in-command meant. Could it be that she came all the way to discuss this house?

Obviously impossible.

"It's OK to stay here for a few days now and then, but not for me to stay there for a long time. I'm a lively person who likes to go shopping and hang out with friends." Miss Qiao Er told the truth.

Since I couldn't figure out what the second-in-command meant, I could only tell the truth. "Haha, it's normal for young people to like the excitement." The second-in-command said and then glanced at Miss Qiao to drink tea. "Have a taste. This tea is very fragrant and you can't drink it outside."

Miss Qiao Er placed her handbag on the table next to her. Her palms could now breathe and became less sticky. She carefully picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Sure enough, the tea was overflowing with fragrance, and it had a sweet aftertaste after swallowing it. The taste was somewhat different from the tea I usually drink.

"It's good tea." Miss Qiao Er commented pertinently.

"The owner here grew it himself." The second-in-command chuckled and looked in the direction of the door again, his gaze seemed a little distant.

Miss Qiao Er was surprised: "Isn't this a teahouse?"

"This is the villa of an old friend of mine. He has lived here for nearly 50 years, and he has taken care of every flower and tree here." The second-in-command seemed to have something to say.

Miss Qiao Er was surprised: "Can you take care of such a big house by yourself?"

"Well, I just take care of this house every day, then eat and sleep. It's been like this for 50 years." The second-in-command said with a meaningful expression.

Miss Qiao Er looked around, and saw that the greenhouse was very large. In such a cold weather in Beijing, the room was as warm as spring. How could one person do that?

The second-in-command seemed to see the doubts in Miss Qiao Er's mind and chuckled: "There is a water channel under this room, and hot springs flow from underneath, so the room is very warm."

Miss Qiao Er suddenly realized it, but she still couldn't figure it out: "Isn't your friend bored?"

"How about I take you to see him?" The second-in-command chuckled and was very patient with Miss Qiao.

Miss Qiao Er came here to ask for something, and she didn't want to spoil the mood, so she had no choice but to nod: "Okay."

The attendant was very discerning and handed over the coat. Miss Qiao put it on and went out with the second in command. After walking around the corridor of the Nuan Pavilion, she saw a large garden and vegetable field behind. Although spring had already begun, the capital city This time was not suitable for sowing. An old man with a hunched back and gray hair was turning over the land that had not yet completely melted. He was using the most primitive tools one after another, without even knowing that they were standing not far away.

"Is there a story?" Miss Qiao Er knew it without guessing, but she didn't understand why the second in command brought her here to tell this story.

The second-in-command looked at her sideways and nodded slightly: "He is indeed a smart child. This old friend of mine does have a story."

"Is it related to my current situation?" Miss Qiao Er cleverly brought the topic to today's purpose.

The smile in the second-in-command's eyes became even more obvious, and Miss Qiao's little thoughts could not be hidden from his eyes.

"That's a little bit." As he spoke, the second-in-command walked back, and the two of them returned to the Nuan Pavilion one after the other.

Miss Qiao Er took off her coat and sat back in her original position: "What's the story?"

"It's not a bad story, but it's definitely not a good story." The second-in-command sighed. He didn't know if he was deliberately showing off. He took a sip of the cold tea before adding, "It's better not to be too long-term. , this old friend of mine moved to this isolated place after his wife passed away, and 50 years seemed like one day."