I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 120 "I'm Divorced"

"Senior sister, aren't you going home?" Fang Qingye clearly felt that the other party's tone was not right.

"No, if it's inconvenient for you, forget it."

"Okay then, where shall we meet?"

"I'll come find you. I'm right in front of the hotel where you're staying."

"Row."

Fang Qingye went downstairs on time and walked out of the hotel. He saw Xia He wearing a khaki windbreaker with her hands in the pockets, walking towards him slowly.

"Where are we going?" Fang Qingye asked.

"Just take a walk."

So the two of them walked aimlessly along the central road.

The lanterns are on.

There weren't many people on Central Road, and the neon lights of the buildings on both sides were flashing, revealing the prosperity and mystery of the metropolis.

Looking at Xia He who was walking silently, Fang Qingye asked again: "Senior sister, you have been a little abnormal these days. Is there something wrong at home?"

"Something happened." Xia He brushed her hair, which was a little messy due to the wind, off her forehead and looked up at Fang Qingye: "I'm divorced."

This?
Fang Qingye paused and said comfortingly, "It's okay, just divorce and find someone suitable."

After hearing this, Xia He forced a smile on her face: "Xiao Fang, when others hear that I'm getting a divorce, the first thing they ask me is why. Why do you want to get a divorce? But you, on the other hand, advise me to find a new one."

"If you haven't divorced yet, I would ask you the reason and advise you not to go to this step easily. But now that you have divorced, what's the point of saying these things? I can't ask you to remarry, right?" Fang Qingye said.

"Well, what you said makes sense and is very rational."

"So, move on and start over."

Xia He nodded after hearing this.

The two of them just walked like this, not talking about this matter, but chatting about other things, turned into Xuanwumen Road, walked near Xuanwumen and then returned.

Xia He stood at the entrance of Xuanwumen Hotel and looked at Fang Qingye: "Xiao Fang, how about we stay another day tomorrow? I want to see my friends. How about we go back the day after tomorrow?"

"Sure." Fang Qingye agreed readily, "I don't have much to do when I return to Nanxin anyway."

"Okay, come with me tomorrow. My friend opened a teahouse. Let's go have tea."

When Fang Qingye heard Xia He say that her friend opened a teahouse, he suddenly thought of something and asked, "Is your friend called Lin Yajing?"

"What, you know him too?" Xia He was a little surprised.

“I don’t know her. Your friend Tian Qian told me about her when we came to Nanxin last time. She said Lin Yajing runs a tea shop in Huijing. You got your Yuhua tea from Lin Yajing. She also opened a teahouse. I guess it’s her.

"Yes, it's her. The teahouse is in the Camellia Garden opposite Xuanwu Lake. How is it?" Xia He asked again.

Fang Qingye was excited when he heard that there was good tea to drink.

"Okay, when?"

"About two or three in the afternoon, I'll call you then."

"Row."

After the two separated, Fang Qingye returned to his room in the hotel, went online, and asked the network administrator on QQ about the situation of the mining machines in the warehouse.

The machines in the warehouse have been working continuously for almost three months, so it's time to stop.

After hearing the other party report that everything was safe, Fang Qingye took a shower and went to bed.

The next morning I got up, had breakfast and went for a walk to the nearby Xuanwu Lake. I found a fishing park near No. 1 Xuanwu Lane, Xuanwumen Street. There were a lot of fishermen fishing there, so I stood and watched for a while. Unfortunately I didn't bring any fishing gear, and I was tempted to try it.

Forget it, stop reading.

I also went to a bookstore called Yunji Bookstore on Xuanwumen Street. "In this world, no one lives without worries, and reading is the best antidote."

"Give time time and let the past go."

"Cats, dogs, and gardenias never fade."

The bookstore's copywriting is quite poetic.

I spent some time in the bookstore, had a quick meal nearby at noon, and then went back to the hotel to rest for a while before I received a call from Xia He.

"Xiao Fang, I'll drive over and arrive at your hotel in five minutes."

"Okay, I'll be down right away."

Fang Qingye changed his clothes into a gray-white casual suit, a black turtleneck sweater, light-colored jeans and a pair of white sneakers, then went downstairs and left the hotel.

Xia He's white BMW was parked outside, and Fang Qingye got in and sat in the back seat.

Xia He, who was driving, brightened up her eyes.

Usually at work, he wears the same blue-gray uniforms, white shirts and blue ties, which are rigid and mediocre. Today, Fang Qingye changed into casual clothes, and he suddenly became youthful and energetic, but also mature.

The car slowly drove away from the hotel entrance and headed towards the teahouse.

The tea room is located in the Camellia Garden, across the Xuanwu Lake from Fang Qingye's hotel. After passing through the Xuanwu Lake underground tunnel, it takes about 20 minutes to drive to the Camellia Garden near the Huijing International Exhibition Center.

After parking the car in a nearby parking lot, the two got out and walked towards Xuanwu Lake together. They soon arrived at a teahouse called Qingchuang Xiaoshe.

This was a Hui-style building with white walls and black tiles. When the two of them entered, they saw four walls filled with various teas on one side and books on the other. Fang Qingye discovered that some of them were actually thread-bound.

There were two women sitting inside, about the same age as Xia He. One of them was known to Fang Qingye, with a seductive and mischievous face. She was none other than Tian Qian, who had gone to Nanxin some time ago.

The other one was much more ordinary, but her cool temperament matched the style of the teahouse very well. It seemed that she was the owner of the teahouse, Lin Yajing.

Seeing Xia He and Fang Qingye come in, they greeted them with a smile.

"Xia He, you're here."

"Hello, Assistant Fang."

It was obvious that Xia He had already introduced herself to her two best friends, so he smiled and said, "Just call me by my name, Fang Qingye, or just call me Xiao Fang like my senior."

"Xiao Fang, please sit down." Lin Yajing smiled slightly: "I heard from Xia He that you like to drink Dahongpao?"

"Yes, but anything else is fine." Fang Qingye looked at the emerald green tea leaves in the teacup on the table and said, "The Hainan Baisha Green Tea you drink is also good."

"Of course, you can recognize that this is Hainan Baisha tea at a glance?" Tian Qian interrupted in surprise.

Lin Yajing also raised her eyebrows slightly.

"This is this year's new tea. New teas released this early are mainly concentrated in South China. The more famous ones are Hainan Baisha Green Tea, Guangxi Zhaoping Tea, and Yunnan Pu'er Green Tea. But the shape and color of your tea don't look like the latter. It looks more like Baisha Tea."

Fang Qingye expressed his judgment in one breath.

Lin Yajing nodded approvingly: "How about, Xiao Fang try some Baisha tea?"

"Ok."

Fang Qingye and Xia He sat down in the seats next to them. Lin Yajing made a cup of tea for each of them. Fang Qingye picked it up and took a sip.

It has a mellow, fresh and sweet taste, and is a good tea.

There were three women and he was the only man, drinking tea together. Just like last time, he mainly listened to Xia He and her girlfriends chatting.

From the conversation, Fang Qingye learned that Lin Yajing, Xia He and Tian Qian were all good friends in middle school. Later, they were admitted to a university in Huijing. After graduation, they did not look for jobs but returned home to inherit the family business - a teahouse. Later, they opened this small house with clear windows on the shore of Xuanwu Lake. They are not married yet.

The women were chatting about trivial matters, including Xia He's divorce. Of course, they were trying to comfort each other. Fang Qingye just listened quietly, drank her tea slowly, and didn't interrupt.

At this time, Fang Qingye's cell phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw that it was Miao Hongbin, director of the Development and Reform Bureau, calling.

(End of this chapter)