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Chapter 158 The Small Pavilion in the Tea Garden (5K)

On the outskirts of Gusu City, which was as dark as ink, the country road ushered in one of the few quiet days.

Only occasionally a car or two would come from the end of the road, bringing the noise of their engines.

Qin Feng sat in the co-pilot's seat and turned his head to look at the night view outside the window. The street lights on both sides of the country road were like beans dotted the night, but they could only make people see the bushes on the roadside clearly.

A little further away, there is a sleeping village like a long dragon crawling on the ground.

"Brother is here to travel?" the online car-hailing driver asked.

I can't smoke, and the coffee doesn't work anymore. If I often go out at night and don't chat with customers, I will always feel sleepy.

He expected this handsome guy whom he had never seen in his life to be a talkative person... although his brows hadn't eased since he got in the car.

Qin Feng still looked at the night scene outside the window, and said calmly: "It doesn't count, I'm here to find someone."

"That's okay." The driver said with emotion: "If you come to travel, now is not a good time...there are tea fields all around, and many tourists come here. But the autumn tea in Gusu is picked early, and it is already here. After the end of the tea-picking, I can't see anything... But if you are looking for someone to do something, it's good to bring some tea, the autumn tea has just come out, and there are many good teas."

"Then do you know where there is a shredded tobacco seller?" Qin Feng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the driver.

The driver was taken aback when he heard the words: "Tobacco?"

"The kind of cigarettes, the old people in the village loved to smoke that kind of cigarettes when I was a child."

The driver is actually a smoker, and the cigarette case is placed in the pocket of his left trousers, but the online dating platform has a rule that smoking is not allowed when picking up customers. For people who are used to the smell of cigarettes, being sleepy and not being able to smoke is very tormenting.

But even so, he was still a little confused about Qin Feng's question.

Nowadays, few people know how to roll their own cigarettes. It is not easy to buy cigarette paper, and it is not easy to get shredded tobacco.

"Since I saw it in the village, you might as well go to the village during the day and ask." The driver shook his head: "I don't know."

He paused, and then added: "There are not many people smoking that kind of cigarettes these days, why don't you buy some good cigarettes?"

Qin Feng also frowned when he heard the words, and sighed softly: "If I knew what he was thinking, I wouldn't have to do this."

The driver didn't know who he was talking about, and only Qin Feng knew it.

When the driver saw this, he knew that he had something on his mind, so he didn't ask any more questions, but driving at night would inevitably make him sleepy, he couldn't smoke and he had nothing to say, so the driver became a little tired.

Qin Feng glanced at him, and after a long time, he asked again: "Then do you know where there is watermelon?"

"Watermelon?" The driver was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed: "Where can't watermelon be sold? There are all the same watermelons in the world!"

A drop of rain fell on the windshield.

It started to rain outside the window.

After a while, the heavy rain poured down on the quiet tea fields, like the land in Gusu was greedy for tea, and God invited a rain.

In the middle of the night, the white crowd stopped at the entrance of the best hotel in Gusu City.

"Brother, this is the best hotel in the city, take your things and act quickly!"

"The order is confirmed, please check."

Qin Feng tapped twice on his mobile phone, took his bag and pushed the car door. The moment he closed it with his backhand, he had already stepped up the steps a few steps, and pushed the door into the hall.

Shaking off the rain on his body and his backpack, Qin Feng asked the front desk for the best room to rest temporarily.

After taking a hot shower in the bathroom, it was past three o'clock, but Qin Feng didn't intend to lie down and rest.

His heart is full of worries now, and he can't sleep with things in his heart.

So he asked the front desk to order a bottle of red wine to be delivered. He sat by the window and watched the rainy night in Gusu. He opened the window a gap, listened to the rustling rain and felt the cold damp, poured a glass of red wine and shook it Holding a wine glass.

He was waiting, waiting for the dawn instead of the rain to stop.

Level 10 physical fitness allows him to stay up all night without fatigue, and will not delay what he has to do tomorrow.

An Ruo was picked up by her family. Without the help of familiar people, it would be very difficult for Qin Feng to buy good things in Gusu, where he is not familiar. Even if he has money, not knowing where to buy is also a problem.

Fortunately, besides being rich, he also knows people who are willing to help him.

There are no appetizers, just listening to the sound of rainwater hitting the window lattice, that bottle of good red wine just happened to be the last glass left when the sky turned gray in the distant sky.

The foggy sun looked very different from the view of the sea. This was the first time he saw the morning sun in the rain in Jiangnan.

He checked in at three o'clock and waited until seven o'clock in the morning before he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

The phone was connected quickly, and Director Chen's voice came from the other end.

"Good morning Director Chen, did I disturb you?"

"Where is it, Teacher Xiao Qin underestimates us old people too much." Director Chen said with a smile on the phone: "I have already finished my morning exercises, and I feel less old when I get older. People are like this."

"That's good. If I want to ask you for help, it's not good if I disturb you... I'm in Gusu now, and I want to trouble you with something."

Director Chen was taken aback when he heard the words: "Are you also in Gusu?"

"Also?" Qin Feng was keenly aware of Director Chen's surprise.

Director Chen shook his head: "It's nothing. Teacher Xiao Qin just said, I will definitely help if there is anything I can do."

"Is such that……"

Qin Feng told Director Chen about his need to buy things, preferably the best quality things in Gusu City.

But he did not disclose what he was buying these things for.

"Oh... the best quality watermelon and some fine tobacco, it's best to get them in the morning..."

Director Chen thought for a moment, then smiled slightly: "I don't know many people in Gusu City, so it was a bit difficult, but it just so happens that Chen Yu is also in Gusu."

"Mr. Chen is in Gusu now?" Qin Feng understood why Director Chen said "also" before.

"A few days ago, I was asked to take care of a very distinguished guest for a few days. Chen Yu was playing with him in the Jiangnan area. He just arrived in Gusu yesterday."

"Since there is such a coincidence, then Teacher Xiao Qin should go find Chen Yu. It's time for young people to exercise. If you need anything, just tell him. If it doesn't work well, Teacher Xiao Qin must not favor this child. ...Jade cannot be made into a useful tool if it is not polished."

"Will you delay Mr. Chen's affairs?" Qin Feng asked.

"Probably not...wait, it should be said that it is definitely not." Director Chen suddenly thought of something on the phone, and smiled meaningfully: "That honored guest thinks he gets along with Teacher Xiao Qin."

Director Chen gave Qin Feng an address, and exchanged some pleasantries with Wang Anruo. Qin Feng did not tell Director Chen the truth. After all, in his opinion, this was a family matter. Only by letting An Ruo's grandfather accept him could he solve the problem fundamentally. question.

In the morning, on the outskirts of Gusu City.

This is the best tea garden in the entire Jiangsu and Zhejiang regions. A heavy rain last night brought disaster to the tea garden.

The downpour of rain fell on the hills, and when the rain fell on the ground, it shattered into moisture, making the soil muddy. When the rain faded, everything seemed to have never happened. The mist rose among the tea forests, making the sun become It's hazy.

There is a pavilion in the middle of the tea garden. The four-cornered beast pavilion is as chic as flying wings. It is more like a two-story tea house than a pavilion. It is a viewing pavilion built by the owner of the tea garden to entertain distinguished guests.

Those who come here today are not those entrepreneurs with billions of dollars who are looking for cooperation, nor are they old wealthy businessmen who come to travel, but some sons and sisters who meet friends over tea.

They are all in their 30s and [-]s, and it is not realistic to like to drink tea. In fact, last night, this group of people had been drinking in the pavilion all night, watching the rain while releasing their instincts, quite casually turning a teahouse into a KTV .

Chen Yu was among them.

The next day, when these people woke up one after another, the owner thoughtfully prepared new autumn harvest tea for them to sober up.

Chen Yu took the tea from the handsome waiter who was dressed gorgeously like an ancient painting, took a sip and praised: "Good wine and tea, you will know if the wine is good or not. There is still wine in it. Not to mention tea, Mr. Liu's tea is famous all over the country."

The bystanders rubbed their temples, took a sip of hot tea, and looked up: "Where is Mr. Liu?"

"It rained last night, and Mr. Liu went to the tea garden. He has always been like this. Instead of tasting tea with us juniors, it is better to go to the maze-like tea garden."

The person who spoke was actually Wang Anchuan, who was also there last night. These rich and noble sons came to Gusu to play, and the Wang family, as the host, would naturally have some juniors of the same age who were good at sociability to accompany them.

After saying this, Wang Anchuan secretly looked at a boy sitting in the corner while drinking the tea handed by his servants.

This person was the youngest among all the people present, and he was estimated to have just grown up, eighteen or nine years old and still immature.

Wang Anchuan, in his early thirties, is logically unable to play with such a young man, but he knows very well that today's game was formed because of this young man, Chen Yu.

A group of people came to this tea garden to eat and drink, which was a little out of harmony. It is reasonable to say that these young masters are used to spending time and drinking under the neon lights of the city at night.

Coming to the tea garden is the meaning of this young man. He said that he prefers the quiet countryside to the city. He heard that the Liujia Tea House in Gusu has beautiful scenery and is the most suitable for writing poetry and photography. He wanted to see it, so everyone came.

He also drank the least amount of wine last night, and fell asleep when he was sleepy, but no one was making noise anymore. While drinking, everyone chatted in low voices, all asking about the young man's background...to be more precise, asking Chen Yu.

But Chen Yu kept his mouth shut, as long as he didn't reveal anything, there was nothing anyone could do.

Wang Anchuan found that he had followed his father in business for many years and traveled all over the world, but he couldn't see through this young man.

He is not as young and frivolous as he should be at this age, and he is unreasonably stable. He likes to sit quietly by himself and enjoy the same scenery in Wang Anchuan's eyes.

At this time, everyone else was drinking tea to sober up from the cold, but he was the only one sitting by the fence watching the fog that had just rained outside rising from the tea garden, frowning slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What is Mr. Zhou thinking?" Wang Anchuan took a cup of tea and handed it to the young man.

The boy surnamed Zhou turned his head and thanked him with a smile, and looked at the tea garden again while drinking tea: "I was thinking about what kind of description can describe the beautiful scenery in front of me, after thinking about it, I have to admit that words are inferior to paintings and photos after all. "

When he said this, he felt a little regretful, as if he was a little bit lost about this reality.

Wang Anchuan still couldn't understand him, but it didn't hinder simple social interaction.

"Young Master Zhou likes to write?"

"Words have a special charm." He smiled: "It's just that I usually love reading."

The phone in the booth rang, and Chen Yu took out the phone to politely excuse everyone, and then went to the first floor to answer the phone.

When he came back, he happened to be watching Wang Anchuan preparing to leave.

"Brother Wang is coming back now?" Chen Yu was a little surprised: "Didn't you say that you would go boating on the lake with Mr. Zhou this afternoon?"

"I have to go back for some family matters." Wang Anchuan shook his head with a smile, then leaned close to Chen Yu's ear and whispered: "Someone has offended my old man, and he is angry at home!"

Chen Yu only knows a little bit about the Wang family. For example, Fang Nianwei's real name is Wang, and the Wang family in Guanhai is related to the Gusu Wang family. Director Chen is familiar with other things, but he didn't tell him in detail. Just listen to the fun.

"Who can provoke the old man?" Chen Yu was slightly worried. With the status of the old man of the Wang family, he wouldn't want to cause a big change in the relationship between people in the Jiangnan area, right?
He played here with Young Master Zhou for the past two days, and he was afraid of being involved in the grievances between some company chaebol and family. If Young Master Zhou was involved, let alone Young Master Zhou's family, his father alone would Can't spare him.

Wang Anchuan smiled, "It's nothing, a guy with a false name, just makes the old man unhappy, nothing big will happen. You also know that now that the Internet is developed, most of the people who become popular are not real. They only have fans but no background and When the wind blows, people will fall."

After finishing speaking, Wang Anchuan sighed, which is why he felt that it was absolutely impossible for Qin Feng to enter Wang's house.

A famous writer may be high in the eyes of ordinary people, but he is nothing in the eyes of the aristocratic family. The old man originally looked down on celebrities with no reputation in the entertainment industry and the Internet, not to mention Qin Wuxiang himself has a bad record.

Even if he is an ordinary civil servant, as long as he is obedient, with the help of the Wang family, he can rise to the top. In less than ten years, he will become a branch that is helpful to the Wang family.

Much better than an artist or writer who has nothing but money and fame.

The Wang family is not short of money, decades of development has also made them understand that being famous is a double-edged sword, and it is good to keep a low profile.

Chen Yu saw that Wang Anchuan insisted on leaving, and there was nothing he could do, so he smiled and sighed: "Then brother Wang missed the opportunity to make friends."

"Will someone come later?"

"A great talent."

"Oh? It seems that Mr. Chen is not an ordinary person... That's really a pity to let Mr. Chen say that. Let me introduce you next time."

Wang Anchuan said with a little regret.

He really feels regretful. It is best to make friends in life. One more friend is one more way. He is careful in everything and rarely offends others, so he is popular, and if he is popular, everything will go smoothly.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the young man surnamed Zhou who was still sitting by the fence looking at the distant tea garden in a daze. He had a hunch that if he could make friends with this person, it would not be a bad thing.

As for why...

Chen Yu was not as polite to himself as he was to this Zhou.

To be polite, I was a little trembling.

Among the many young masters who met friends over tea in this pavilion, none of them entered this level because of their own ability.

For example, Chen Yu is because his father is Director Chen.

My surname is Wang, and the Gusu Wang family has deep roots and many branches.

So this boy surnamed Zhou is eighteen or nine years old, who is behind it?

If you can't figure it out, go home and ask Dad to look it up.

Wang Anchuan left, and the rest of the people had no intention of leaving. Apart from agreeing to go boating on the lake with Mr. Zhou in the afternoon, it was also because they had heard Chen Yu say that someone would come later.

"Who made Mr. Chen so polite?"

"Yeah, just tell us."

"Could it be Li Du?"

"Which Li Du?"

"The one who sells salt, half of the salt in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is her father..."

"Oh, I remember, I saw her last Christmas."

Seeing these people chattering, Chen Yu made Qin Feng's remarks more and more outrageous, and shook his head: "I'm not a son of a family, nor a heir of a rich man...but he has made a name for himself by his own ability. "

Just this sentence made the boy surnamed Zhou who was in a daze look away and looked over curiously.

"As for who it is... just keep it up, he will be there in a while." Chen Yu said with a smile.

Everyone was looking forward to it on the second floor of the tea pavilion, and after waiting for about half an hour, they saw a figure walking closer and closer to a man wearing a bamboo hat on the muddy path leading to the outside of the tea garden.

"People are coming." Chen Yu recognized Qin Feng from a long distance away.

"Mr. Liu brought it here in person?"

"It's quite famous. Mr. Liu has a strange temper. He usually doesn't show good looks to others."

This made the brothers and buddies on the second floor of the tea pavilion interested one after another, and they all came to watch.

Even the boy surnamed Zhou changed his place to look at the scenery, and he happened to be able to see the only road leading to the outside of the tea garden.

When Qin Feng went up to the second floor, he first saw Chen Yu, and then looked around at the men who were about the same age as Chen Yu.

"Long time no see, Mr. Chen, I'm sorry to disturb you to meet up with your friends." Qin Feng smiled and shook hands with Chen Yu.

Chen Yu lowered his posture and shook his head again and again: "Where is it? It's been a long time since Teacher Qin, and my dad told me that I have sent someone to prepare the things. Just wait here for a while."

"Trouble you and Director Chen." Qin Feng let go, noticing that everyone in the pavilion was looking at him, and then looked at Chen Yu with some doubts.

What's going on here?
Chen Yu smiled and said, "I'm all curious, waiting for Teacher Qin to introduce himself."

When Qin Feng heard this, he thought for a while, why should he delay others' affairs to give them face?

Then he smiled slightly and said to everyone: "My humble Qin Wuxiang is Mr. Chen's best friend."

"Qin Wuxiang!"

"Ah?! That Qin Wuxiang who wrote "Water Drops"?"

"That's right, it's reasonable for Mr. Chen to know Qin Wuxiang and Director Chen in a movie."

"But how could it be in Gusu..."

Everyone was shocked and chattered. The impression of this group of young people on Qin Wuxiang was only heard. Naturally, such a mysterious person was very surprised when they saw it for the first time, but they quickly reached a consensus. Qin Wuxiang As handsome as rumored.

In addition to being shocked by Qin Wuxiang's appearance, this group of people was also feeling sorry for Qin Wuxiang's talent, just like what Chen Yu said, among so many people in the pavilion, Qin Wuxiang was the only one who became famous by himself.

When Qin Feng saw this, he didn't say anything more. It was already commonplace for others to discuss, so he sat down in a place where there were few people.

As a result, as soon as he sat down, he saw the youngest in the group leaning over quietly, pretending to lie beside him to watch the scenery.

Qin Feng thought it was interesting, but he didn't speak, he wanted to see what he was going to say when he leaned over.

After a while, the young man finally couldn't bear it anymore, looked at Qin Feng and asked, "Are you really Qin Wuxiang?"

The young man's lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes revealed curiosity and a hint of admiration.

"Yes, I am Qin Wuxiang." Qin Feng replied with a smile, this young man made him feel very kind.

Because it was pure admiration, like a student respecting a teacher, with awe and respect.

Who doesn't like to be respected?
Especially Qin Feng, who has been looked down upon by the Wang family many times recently, feels that this kind of respect between strangers is very heartwarming.

"Then can I ask you a question?" the boy asked.

"You said, you can't talk about asking for advice."

"Do photos and paintings really have more advantages than words?" Looking at the beautiful scenery in the tea garden, the young man asked as if grasping at straws: "How would you write about such a scenery so that others can feel the same way?"

(End of this chapter)