Picking The Stars (MTL)

5

The name is a very strange thing, and when it is disassembled, it is all ordinary Chinese characters, but once they are grouped together, it seems to be given a special meaning.

Pei Ji didn't say Song Wei's name completely. She held the small round tray and said, "The tea is ready."

The blankness on Song Er's face was wiped away, and he became interested: "Then I want to taste the tea ceremony of Professor Pei!"

The rain in summer comes quickly and goes quickly. When they came out of the kitchen, the rain had stopped.

The weather was still overcast, a few dark clouds pressed low, and water was condensed on the glass windows, and a few drops were slowly sliding down. The air outside the window is damp.

Pei Ji put down the tray, found the remote control board, and raised the indoor temperature by two degrees.

Song Wei sat down next to the armrest as usual, Pei Ji looked at the place beside her, and sat on the single sofa on the other side, close enough without having to let her body be next to each other.

Song Er sat down, put his hands on his lap, and waited quietly. When Pei Ji lifted the teapot, the sound of tea pouring into the glass came, and Song Wei tilted his ear. There was no other sound in the house, so the sound of water came into Song Er's ears, as if it were amplified, and it became clearer and cleaner.

"Come." Pei Ji's voice came.

Song Er raised his hand, and after a while, the handle of the glass touched her right hand. She fumbled and held it, trying to hold the wall of the cup with her left hand.

"Hot." Pei Ji's voice was not heavy, but Song Wei seemed to be electrocuted, and withdrew his left hand.

Pei Ji pointed to her: "You hold the bottom of the cup, the bottom of the cup is thick."

"Oh." Song Yiyan, holding the bottom of the cup with her left hand and holding it firmly, she said, "Thank you."

Pei Ji made sure she was steady, and then withdrew her hand.

After three or four seconds, the enthusiasm passed from the bottom of the glass, and it was warm and passed to Song Er's palm, at a temperature that was not hot.

Song Er pursed his lips, and gently rubbed the palm of his hand against the bottom of the cup.

Pei Ji poured herself a cup too. She held the cup, blew the heat for a while, took a light sip, and a little bit of hot mouth, but the slightly hot liquid slipped down the throat in her mouth, which was very comfortable.

The taste of tea is very refreshing and sweet.

Pei Ji involuntarily slowed down his breathing, feeling his whole body relaxed.

She has a small problem. She doesn't like drinking water. She feels that the water is bland and tasteless. The taste is strange. She doesn't like sweet or sour drinks. So she leaves her choice of only tea and coffee.

Few people know this little hobby.

She doesn't choose good or bad, as long as she can access it. The cup in his hand is undoubtedly very suitable for Pei Ji's taste. After drinking a cup of tea, Pei Ji picked up the teapot and continued for another cup. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the cup in Song Wei's hand that was full, and he hadn't moved it yet.

"Don't you drink?" Pei Ji asked.

Song Wei seemed to be in a trance. Hearing this, he said hurriedly: "Drink." He lowered his head and took a sip, almost only touching his lips.