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- "Here comes" a dark blue cotton housecoat. The cuffs of his sleeves were pulled up a little, and he wore cotton slippers on his feet. Less of the shrewdness of successful people, more of twilight and gentleness.
"oh"
"sit down."
His eyes stayed on the old man for a few seconds, and then he was invited to sit down. His eyes wandered around, as if he was looking at the interior decoration.
"What would you like to drink?" The old man looked at his grandson in front of him and asked in a kind tone.
"Oh, whatever." Han Jiahang said casually, his eyes still wandering, "I won't stay long anyway, right?"
"Besides, Director Han, you didn't just ask me to come here today to buy you something to drink."
"Hehehe." There was no answer, just a smile. "Then let's drink tea. It will refresh your mind, make you think, and most importantly, calm your mind." After saying that, not long after, two cups of tea were placed in front of the two of them. The green tea tip rolling up and down can be clearly seen through the wall of the cup. A faint fragrance, light but orchid.
Han Jiahang dragged the cup to the tip of his nose and slowly said, "Lushan Yunwu. The tea is really good."
"Oh?" When the old man sipping a cup of tea heard Han Jiahang's words, surprise flashed through his eyes. He asked curiously, "Do you know?"
Drag the cup and taste a little. A sweetness like a clear spring slid warmly along the tip of the tongue and down the throat. It leaves a lingering fragrance in the mouth and endless aftertaste. "Lushan Yunwu Tea has a strong flavor and pungent nature. If you drink it for a long time, it will prolong your life."
Holding the cup, I saw that "the buds are strong, the leaves are fat, the pekoe is exposed, the color is green, the soup is clear, the taste is strong, and the fragrance is as delicate as orchids. It is known as the metaphor of 'the color and fragrance are as delicate as orchids'."
¡°Besides, Director Han¡¯s tea is the best.¡±
"Yes, that's good." The old man smiled and nodded. "It's rare to know so much about tea at such a young age. Okay, okay, okay. Hahaha"
Three words of good followed by a burst of hearty laughter showed that the old man was in a pretty good mood. The old man's eyes became more and more fond of his grandson. . . . It really becomes more pleasing to the eye the more I look at it.
Tea is like life. People who understand tea are generally calm-minded and calm in situations. They can be useful and achieve great results. If not, why do most elderly people drink tea and like tea? Drinking tea, even if you enjoy it, is to let go of impetuosity and calm down the mind. .
Han Jiahang held the tea cup and drank a few sips of tea. To be honest. To say that he really understands tea is sheer nonsense for Han Jiahang. Although he likes to drink it, he definitely doesn't understand it. Just like now, even if I am holding Lushan Yunwu, I have only heard of and never drank the famous tea in my previous life. Han Jiahang only regarded it as good boiled water. Just take this to digest the greasy food in your stomach. .
So, after the old man laughed, Han Jiahang put down his cup, looked at the old man for a moment, and then said, "Director Han is so complimentary. However, I don't know what's wrong with Director Han calling the younger generation here" ."
The approval in his eyes has not completely disappeared, and the smile in the corner of his eyes is still there. Without speaking, the old man just looked at Han Jiahang gently for a while before saying, "Is it possible that with your intelligence, you can't guess today's purpose?" Don't answer the question.
¡°Ideas are just ideas after all, and ideas may be wrong sometimes. It¡¯s better to be direct and honest. In this way, at least, it can save everyone¡¯s time, right?¡±
"What if, I mean if. I want to hear your thoughts?" The old man looked at Han Jiahang with a smile in his eyes. Said in a relaxed tone.
"I'm sorry, if Director Han is like this, then I think it's not a big deal. Then I'll take my leave. When Director Han thinks it's time to talk, it won't be too late to do it, right?" After saying that, he stood up and left.
"Alas, I'm still too young and prone to impulsiveness." The old man shook his head with regret.
"It doesn't matter," the old man sighed softly, "The reason why I called you here today is because of what I said before." After saying this, the old man looked at Han Jiahang silently. It looked like he was waiting for Han Jiahang. .
¡°Hehehe, what is supposed to come has come. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the bitter taste welling up from his stomach, making his mouth full of unbearable pain.
"The first broadcast is over. It can also be said that you have experienced the surprise of the stage. There should be no regrets now." The old man's tone was flat, as if he was stating something without any emotion.
"Pity?"
"Hehehe"
Yes, I have experienced everything that needs to be experienced. album. mv. fans. stage. As a singer, I have definitely experienced it. It's just that it was short-lived. . .
Her eyes were a bit lost as she looked at the tea on the table. The green and tender tea leaves, after boiling and tumbling, finally settled layer by layer to the bottom of the cup. The remaining warmth is still there?The light fragrance can still be smelled, but it has become much weaker. Lighter. . .
"Now, it's time for you to leave."
"What are you asking?" His voice was as low as talking to himself. "Why?" He finally raised his head and met the eyes of the old man opposite him for the first time. . .
Meeting Han Jiahang¡¯s eyes, the old man¡¯s pupils shrank, and his originally loose body subconsciously sat up. That look. . . There was begging. . . There is helplessness. . . What is deeper is the loss that has lost its luster. The clear pupils could no longer find any life. confused. slow. dim. . .
"" The old man suddenly felt a little painful in his heart. His eyes were subconsciously avoiding the other party, and what he wanted to say was not uttered after all. is it wrong? Right? The old man asked himself again.
How many times in the early morning, I was woken up again and again because of dreams. The same look, just. The look in the dream was that of another person - the son he killed with his own hands.
""
The sudden silence in the room made people feel very uncomfortable. The old man was looking for something to say to break the silence. But every time he saw the person opposite him sinking into his seat, he lowered his head and remained silent. A person who has been surrounded by melancholy all his life seems to be unable to make a sound as if there is something blocked in his throat.
What should I do?
At this time, the two people were also asking themselves. Han Jiahang was worried about what he would do if his mother and sister would be affected if he didn't listen to the other party. Will mother be like father from now on? Then I will have no relatives at all in this life. If I didn't fulfill my filial piety in the previous life, will it be a regret in this life?
The old man¡¯s heart was filled with fear. What the old man is afraid of is. His little grandson has never recovered from the fall. He had killed his father. The old man felt guilty for this child who had lost his father since he was a child. He has suffered a lot of injustice and once again deprived the other party of his pleasure. Whether you are right or wrong. If it is really ruined. How should I explain this to my children a hundred years later?
The old man suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little arbitrary. . . . . . .
The sip of fragrant tea has gone cold. The fragrance disappears. The silence lasted. . . .
"I"
"I"
He spoke at the same time and fell silent at the same time.
"Let's do this." The old man finally said as if he had used a lot of strength. "Let's make a bet."
Han Jiahang raised his head and looked at the other party steadily, waiting for the other party to continue.
"I will give you a sum of money, up to 1 billion won. In the next two years, no matter where you go or what you do. After two years, I will get the best 1.5 billion won."
"If you can do it, then you can continue to be your singer, and I can guarantee that I will never interfere. Moreover, I will give you appropriate help when you need it."
Han Jiahang sat up straight. The dimness in his eyes disappeared little by little.
"If you fail to do it, then you must obey my arrangements and have no objections. How about."
""
He frowned and was silent for a long time. . . .
"Okay, I promise you, if I can't do it, no matter what I do, I will listen to you. But I have a condition."
"Oh?" The approving eyes were mixed with a little doubt.
"You have to promise not to do anything to my relatives, especially my mother, within two years."
"Don't worry, brat." The old man was unhappy when he heard this and said slightly angrily, "That's my daughter-in-law too. I'm not that heartless"
"Oh. That's fine."
"besides,"
""
"I want the equivalent of 1 billion U.S. dollars."
"Oh?" The old man was a little confused. "Okay, but I want you to take someone with you."
"Uncle Fu"
An old man about sixty years old came in from the door.
"Don't worry, Uncle Fu, I'm just going with you and won't interfere in your affairs. I always want to know if my money has been spent indiscriminately."
"All right."
The full moon is in the sky, shining silver light like water, with a burst of clarity and a soft scene.
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