Chapter 515: To Live Well

But when it comes to making tea, in addition to the old man, the eldest young master in front of him, and the young master are very good at it.

This gentleman's family can't find anyone else who has followed suit.

But that was all in the past.

Knowing that the man in front of him likes to drink tea, and that there is still the smell of this tea on his body, he has a small determination.

He wants to learn the tea ceremony, he wants to make tea for him.

Even if only once.

So in addition to cultivating ancient martial arts day and night, he has a new task.

That is to learn the tea ceremony.

He studied diligently and earnestly.

Then he finally learned it.

When the man tasted his craft for the first time, he laughed and joked: Xiao Siran, I am the only one who dares to try your tea.

No one knew how nervous he was at that time.

No one knew how much he longed for that face.

He has studied for so long, just to let the other person appreciate it.

So watching the other party drink the tea he made with his own eyes, his heart almost jumped out.

After that, there is no after.

Because at that time, as long as he was often at Jun's house when he had no assignments, he would make tea for the man in front of him.

Everyone in the Jun family knew that he was the tea maker for the eldest young master.

But as he got older, he stayed in Jun's house less and less often.

Like the current situation, it has not happened for a long time.

Less than a year, or more than a year?

Maybe two years.

He has forgotten.

But every time at this time, his heart is always the most practical,

Because the man in front of him still needs him.

Mo Siran was very happy at this time, but his face was not obvious.

Jun Beichen put the teacup in Mu Siran's hand, "One more cup, only your tea will make me enjoy the most."

Hearing this, Mu Siran looked at the empty teacup in his hand and quietly went to pour tea aside.

As for what the man said, he couldn't remember how many times.

But every time he heard this, it was the same as the first time he heard it, which made people's heart beat faster.

With the second cup of tea in his hand, Jun Beichen's previous joy dissipated.

Over the years, he dared not even think about the memories that were so long ago.

Every time I think about it, his temper after that is always cloudy.

Because I don't want to accept it, because I still can't let go.

In the end, it's just because of the two words.

Exactly when he realized this emotion, he can't remember.

When he found it, he couldn't let it go.

Jun Beichen suddenly looked up at the young man standing beside him.

"Little Siran, how old are you?"

The sudden inquiry made Mu Siran unable to respond for a while.

There was still confusion on his face, as if the question troubled him.

"I don't remember much."

twenty? twenty one? Or twenty-two?

Yes, I don't remember much, he was very small at that time and looked up at this man.

In the end, he was brought back to Jun's house by this man.

Jun Beichen smiled and reached out to him, "Come here."

Mu Siran obediently squatted down and lowered his head.

Warm hands stroked his hair.

"Good boy, live well in the future."

Jun Beichen's actions were filled with pity, unspeakable cherishing, and feelings that were about to be hidden.

"Crack..."

The bathroom door was pushed open from inside.

Jun Beimo changed his clothes and walked out.

Seeing the actions of Mu Siran and his brother, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked towards the door as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, Jun Beichen removed his hand and said to the person in front of him, "Go out, I'm sleepy."