Yuanyao returned to the orchard all the way from the front yard.

After avoiding the crowd, he almost trotted to the deepest part of the orchard.

It was not until she reached the deepest point that yuanyao stopped holding a persimmon tree and gasped for breath. Her eyes were red and her tears had already fallen

She is really not qualified to cry, but just don't know why.

It was she who did the wrong thing, and it was she who played a bad temper. In the end, it was Xia Mingxiu who compromised with her

She made him so tired

She has no right to cry.

But why didn't he tell her.

Tell her, she knows, and she won't be so unreasonable.

Also won't be like now, know the reason, want to make up but can't make up, can only here endless remorse.

Yuan Yao leaned against the tree trunk, sighed heavily, wiped away the tears on her face, bit her lips, and released her sadness. She looked at the persimmon tree in a daze.

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In the side hall next to the castle villa, the whole room is decorated with antique, and the furniture is made of old wood. The room is full of the fragrance of ancient wood and tea.

Chen Gui's tea set can be seen everywhere. In the corner beside it, there is a zither, which is in tune with the elegant room.

Close to the windowsill, there is a not very big root carving tea table and wooden chair. On the tea table, there is a wood carving tea tray with a set of purple sand tea set.

A pair of hands full of the traces of time move leisurely on it. The technique is exquisite, skillful and incomparably calm.

It was an old man, dressed in a conservative black Zhongshan suit, with a straight waist and flat shoulders. His neat plate inch hair had turned white, but he didn't try to decorate it. His face was also full of the traces of time, but it seemed to be full of spirit, deep and bright eyes.

As like as two peas, each movement of the elderly is almost the same as that of a machine. The movement of each hand is almost the same as that of a machine.

When all the procedures come down, only two small cups of tea are left.

Xia Mingxiu, sitting opposite him, had obviously lost his patience.

In the tea pavilion where they are, through the window beside them, you can see the orchard in the backyard.

At the beginning, when yuanyao accidentally walked to the orchard, he saw her.

However, they can't get away.

Separated by a wall of glass, and separated by such a long distance, just looking at Yuan Yao's back, you can realize that Yuan Yao's state is not right.

There are too few opportunities for two people to meet each other. It's not easy for them to meet each other once, and they can only get together when they have a common job like today.

After today, there will be another period of time when we will not easily meet again

At the thought of this, Xia Ming thought that it was not good.

How can a man be reconciled when he can't touch a man in his sight.

However, only at this time can she often appear in her own sight.

He knew he shouldn't be so unsatisfied, but in the end, he asked the old man.

But in the blink of an eye, yuanyao's figure disappeared.

After that, it's now.

Just disappeared in the sight of the woman and, in a hurry, directly into the orchard.

But the old man on the opposite side has begun to make tea again.

I used to think it was a good environment, a good atmosphere, a good tea ceremony experience. I even thought that watching the old man make tea was a kind of precipitation enjoyment. But now, I feel very upset