Volume 225 Who Says Cities Are Not Artistic? ~It Is More Comfortable to Give up than to Love You

The assistant subconsciously tidied up his clothes and stood up straight: "I'm sorry! I'm here to meet Mr. Xue at the invitation of Ms. Xue."

The porter inside heard the voice and replied: "Cheng Lai, wait a moment."

I heard the sound of the door pin being pulled from inside, and the two vermilion lacquered doors of Gazhizhi opened like this.

A concierge in a two-piece suit with a blue and green base layer stood in front of the door with a smile on his face.

He smiled at the people outside the door and said: "Mr. Zhuchuan, right? Mr. Qin has been waiting for a long time, please follow me."

Tatsuo Sumikawa was originally attracted by the lifelike stone lion carvings at the gate. It is said that in ancient China, carvings of such a level as lions were not allowed to be placed at the gates of non-high-ranking officials.

And the chilong on the rain-flying beam outside the door fascinated him even more, the specifications of the absolute clan. It wasn't until the guide in the courtyard asked them to come in that he withdrew his thoughts.

As soon as the group of people entered the gate, they began to hiss and breathe air-conditioning. A 100-meter-long green courtyard was displayed in front of everyone. On both sides were still red corridors with wooden pillars. Two pathways.

The concierge waved his hand to the right and said, "Come with me."

A few people walked along the corridor on the right hand side. The courtyard is all made of giant bluestones with a long history, and the two sides of the corridor are full of lush flowers.

After walking for less than a minute, they turned into a small corridor hall. The concierge didn't follow him into the door. He just brushed his sleeves outside and gave Zhu Chuan and others a half-baby before saying goodbye: "I There are still responsibilities, please wait in the pavilion for a while, the steward will arrive soon." After finishing speaking, he quietly retreated.

Several people couldn't help but froze for a moment, what do you mean? You are not responsible for bringing the feelings to Qin Guan's side, are you? So you're the gatekeeper? It seems that the specifications of the gate are too high.

A few people hadn't thought about it yet, and Zhuchuan's mind was attracted by the layout of the courtyard again. On the wall between them was a piece of calligraphy written with strong brushstrokes, and the name of the building was written on it. : Breeze and elegance.

He sat down on the chair opposite the calligraphy and painting in admiration, and was about to appreciate the work, when a person walked in from the side door of the gallery.

This person was wearing a cyan thick coat with the same background color, but the embroidery on the cuffs and neckline was more complicated. He didn't smile a little, and said to Zhuchuan and the others: "The greeting is not good, please Sorry, I am the housekeeper of Qingfeng Yazhu, Mr. Qin has been waiting for the distinguished guests for a long time, and he should have asked someone to serve tea first, but he is afraid that the time is limited, Mr. Qin thinks it is better to meet first."

Tatsuo Sumikawa nodded in agreement, he was too curious, okay? The parlor where he temporarily receives guests is so beautiful, how amazing is the place where he actually met this mysterious Mr. Qin?

The few people followed the decent butler along the leisurely cobblestone path, through the flowery courtyard, and came to the deepest courtyard.

With the opening of the vermilion lacquer gate, this typical courtyard layout seems to make people enter another time and space.

The quaint red lanterns float in front of the gates of each room, and the tall and floor-to-ceiling glass sun room reminds visitors that the people who live here are not people from ancient times.

A tall pomegranate tree was completely covered by this colorful glazed glass room. The housekeeper gently pushed open the outer door of the glass room, and Su Chuan just forgot about it at a glance.

The sun shines through the pomegranate tree in the glass room, and shines on several lounge chairs under the tree. On the dragon-carved mahogany lounge chair in the middle, there is a young man who is obsessed with reading ancient books bound by thread.

He was wearing a black silk gown, but it didn't have the slightest sense of the times. The silver embroidery on the gown and the baked corners made the whole dress gorgeous and incomparable.

Beside him is the same ancient mahogany carved table, on which there is a handful of purple sand, a small bowl, and nothing else.

The hazy steam surrounded him, filling this young man with an ethereal fairy air, unlike ordinary people.

Everyone in Zhuchuan waited, just standing outside the glass room together, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them, feeling a little drunk.

Because of this enchanting autumn, because of this admiring yard, because of this person who eclipses all scenery.

The eyes of everyone looking at Qin Guan were still dazed, and a cough sounded from behind: "Hey, old Mr. Sumikawa, Mr. Shanchuan, why don't you go in when you are here? You are the housekeeper too, don't remind me Our VIP?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said yes, and Sister Xue came in and out in such a pretentious way, cough cough, stunned, ha ha ha, those of you who are so weak, under the pressure of my Daqin, you can only bow down and worship It's time!

Zhu Chuan and the others followed Sister Xue into this dreamlike greenhouse, and the closer they got to Qin Guan, the stronger the sense of wonderland became.

Qin Guan smiled at the crowd walking towards him, put down the thread-bound book in his hand, and just stood up Shi Shiran.

Hands that were as gentle as jade stretched out in front of everyone, and everyone's eyes followed the pair of unsmoky hands to their respective seats.

This is Qin Guan politely inviting someone to sit down.

Everyone sat on the worn and shiny old chairs one by one, only to find that this seemingly hard chair was quite comfortable to sit on.

The structure of this chair gives people a sense of timeliness, leaning back on the back of the chair, and Tatsuo Sumikawa did this. He leaned his back on the mahogany carved chair, which made the entourage They were all stunned.

When did the president of his family relax so much in front of others? It was such a surprise.

The butler at the side saw everyone seated, stepped back and walked out of the greenhouse, and then several middle-aged women of not too young brought tea sets for guests on the small table next to each chair.

As the water vapor rises, the color of tea in everyone's cups turns golden and rich like amber, and the natural and rich fragrance of orchids floats in the air.

Tatsuo Sumikawa picked up the teacup appreciatively, and took a sip with the aftertaste of the tea.

"The peak of clear water, the clouds and fog, the temple monks planted tea, filled with the spirit of the mountains, soaked in the essence of the sun and the moon, and got the mist of the haze." Qin Guan lightly opened his thin lips, reading such ancient rhymes in such a fairyland. words.

In the deepest part of the greenhouse, under a few clumps of budding chrysanthemums, there is a scent of incense, and a young girl is playing a guqin solo.

Everyone looked at Qin Guan in a daze, as if time had flown back several years. They seemed to have witnessed the youth living in this courtyard expressing their feelings for a good cup of tea on an ordinary morning.

Tatsuo Zhuchuan held a teacup to Qin Guan, Qin Guan smiled slightly: "Anxi Tieguanyin." To be continued.

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