lord of all phenomena

Chapter 102 Never drank such bad water
Chi Su turned over both sides of the letter paper, but there was no inscription or other words.

"Playing with mystery." She burned the letter paper with a red candle. In the past, some people used the method of playing hard to get her to attract her attention.

After washing up a bit, having tea and snacks, Chisu played the piano in the nunnery.

The cicadas in summer are very noisy, and they always sing untimely, disturbing the sound of the piano at the fingertips. Chisu wants to catch the noisiest cicadas with sticky sticks.

I just picked up the sticky stick and was about to attack a cicada when I suddenly realized that these cicadas only last one summer, not much longer than morning dew.

"I know that this world is as fleeting as dew, but, yet."

Chisu thought of that sentence again, and it lingered in his heart, unwilling to let go.

It's just that she has burned the letterhead, if the person who wrote the letter doesn't show up, she won't be able to find it, she won't be able to see it, and she won't know why he wrote that paragraph.

"If you want to get my attention, you succeeded, come out and meet me." She spoke alone in the empty yard.

If the man was nearby, he must have heard it.

But only cicadas responded to her.

Chisu was in a mess, so he called a servant.Next to Cuiyun nunnery is Shuangxi, on which she often goes boating.

The sun is just right, but Chisu is not afraid of the sun. The waves made by the oars in the stream are white, and go downstream, leaving a white line that disappears quickly.

The flowers and trees on both sides of the river have withered long ago, but there is still a fragrance floating on the stream, which makes Chisu feel relieved.She doesn't like bright flowers, they are nothing to look at, and looking at flowers is worse than looking at herself in the mirror.

But the fragrance of flowers is very good, and she especially likes the tranquility and lightness of plum blossoms.

It's a pity that the plum blossoms have withered for a long time.

Chisu cast the bait lazily, watching the fish open their lips to swallow the bait, and the swimming posture is also pleasing to the eye.

Suddenly Chi Su heard a very distant sound of the piano, and soon she felt a subtle feeling in her heart.

She ordered her servants to go boating to the source of the piano sound.

Within a mile, the light boat docked.

This is a stone pavilion.

Tingli is a good-looking young man with a gentle and elegant expression, long loose hair that moves with the wind, and a demeanor that is far from anyone Chisu has seen before.The sound of the piano flowed from his fingertips, and Chi Su had never heard such a good sound.

She looked at him, and the subtle feeling in her heart became clearer.

Chisu waved the servant to leave, she just felt that the young man seemed to be spotless, and the servant was a vulgar thing, which was out of place here.

Chisu sat on the bench in the stone pavilion. In the past, she would have to wipe it several times and put silk on it before she could sit down. But this time, she sat down naturally.

It was as if she felt in her heart that this stone pavilion also fell from the nine heavens and was spotless.

The sound of the piano slowly ended, and the young man's eyes fell on Chisu, and the subtle feeling in her heart became more intense.

"Would you like tea?" Chi Su seldom invites people to drink tea.

The youth nodded.

She called her servants, and quickly took the tea set from the light boat, including tea and water.

A pot of tea was prepared quickly, and a cup was served to the young man in a small clock carved with plum blossoms.

The young man took a sip and said with a smile, "Good tea."

Chisu smiled and said, "For a person like you, I would never entertain you with inferior tea. What kind of water did you drink?"

The young man shook his head and said, "I've never drank such poor water, I can't eat it."

Chisu couldn't help being angry and funny, she said: "This is rainwater in early spring. I collected it drop by drop from the plum blossoms in the mountains, and only had a dozen urns. You still dislike it, so tell me what kind of water you usually drink? "

The young man smiled, took out a porcelain bottle, and said, "Borrow your tea, and I'll treat you to a drink too."

Chi Suxin said: "I'll just see what kind of water you are, if it's not good, see how I can ridicule you."

She gave the youth tea.

After a while, the young man made tea, and Chi Su ate it carefully.

The young man asked: "How, can you eat it?"

Chisu shook his head and said: "The taste is indeed lighter than my water, and it has a hint of plum blossom fragrance. Could it be rainwater? Or dew?"

The young man smiled and said: "I didn't expect that the sound of my zither would attract ordinary people. The water is melted from the snow on the plum blossoms."

Chi Su was surprised and said: "It was actually melted by ice and snow. No wonder the taste is different. Can you make it better for me? It doesn't snow in Yuncheng."

What she meant was that she couldn't eat it by herself, it was just because there was no snow in Yuncheng, no wonder she was there.

The young man smiled and said, "I lied to you, this is indeed made of snow water, but it is the snow water I just created."

Chisu didn't believe it: "How is it possible, I don't believe it."

The young man spread his hands, and saw snowflakes appearing in the blink of an eye, and then melted by the heat of his palm, turning into crystal clear snow water.

Chi Su couldn't help blushing, thinking that the tea he ate came from this man's palm.

If it was an ordinary person, she would definitely be disgusted at this moment, but looking at the other party's incomparably handsome face, she couldn't feel disgusted either.

She said: "Who are you and why are you playing tricks on me?"

The young man scooped up a little water, which quickly evaporated and turned into mist. After a while, the mist crystallized, and it was ice and snow again.He chuckled and said, "Look, this water can be fog, snow, or stream water. How can it be noble just because it's on plum blossoms? It's all water, it's no different."

Chi Su was slightly taken aback, then snorted softly: "You just want to tell me these truths?"

The young man smiled slightly and said, "I'm just talking about water."

He tidied up his things in the stone pavilion and left without saying goodbye to Chisu.

Chi Su felt a little helpless, the man neither asked nor told her name.She regretted it a little and didn't take the initiative to ask.

And she really had an indescribable subtle feeling for this man.

After staying in the stone pavilion for a long time, Chi Su just left.

Back at Cuiyun Nunnery, Chi Su couldn't help but think about that young man, whether it was because he missed Xueshui or his piano sound.

Inadvertently, she found another piece of letter paper.

She could smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

"The wind lives in the dust, the fragrant flowers are gone, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, but things are not resting. I want to speak and cry first.

I heard that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go boating.I'm afraid that the boats in Shuangxi will not be able to carry many worries. "

This is a complete poem, and the skill of refining words and making sentences has already been improved.

"Is it him? Is it him?"

The face of a young man appeared in Chisu's mind, and her intuition told her that whether it was the previous letter or the first letter, it was left by the other party.

"Hmph, playing hard to get, playing tricks." She put away the letter carefully this time, and didn't intend to burn it.

The moonlight had fallen, and after Chisu had dinner, it was already late at night, but she still couldn't sleep, feeling that the long night was quite long.She was expecting some tricks from the young man.

And a little angry, do you want her to wait until tomorrow.

Do you want to go to bed early and get up early tomorrow?

The days in the past were lonely and repetitive day after day, but now she is looking forward to tomorrow.

It should, but, maybe, it's rare to have a little fun in life.

That night, the young man really didn't come.

(End of this chapter)