Chapter 330

Almost all the people in the meeting hall are elites who have entered the society. The purpose of Shen Fanxing's coming here today is to find some new artists for the company. Basically, the students can't get into this kind of circle. It's hard to get in touch with fresh blood in the meeting hall. So Shen Fanxing is going to go out the back door.

Just in the corridor terrace, vaguely heard a familiar voice, did not want to care, but suddenly heard her name.

Slightly narrowed his eyes, standing in the same place, silently listening to the two people will say, pondering for a moment, she suddenly raised her lips, a sneer left.

Through the dim light, walk through the shady path, walk through the bridge, and climb several cement paved slopes.

It's like a park with a radius of 100 li. The winding path cuts across the vertical section, and the flowers and plants are everywhere.

At the beginning, she was able to meet several students on the road, but later, the light became darker and there was almost no one around.

The more you walk, the more elegant the peach blossom fragrance comes.

She couldn't help but follow the taste for a while. The fragrance of peach blossoms became stronger and stronger. Before long, she saw a large peach blossom forest.

There are surface lamps several meters apart in the forest, which are especially beautiful and brilliant in the peach blossom forest.

Shen Fanxing couldn't help admiring. Just as he wanted to walk into the peach blossom forest and enjoy it closely, a low voice of vicissitudes rang out.

"What's the matter, miss?"

Shen Fanxing stepped forward and looked forward. In the middle of the peach blossom forest, the light was dim, and he was sitting alone.

After thinking about it, she pushed open the gate and looked at the man. Seeing that he didn't stop him, she went in.

"No offense. I follow the scent of flowers."

When I got closer, I saw that sitting on the peach stump was a thin old man in dark blue old Zhongshan clothes. He was drinking tea alone. In the middle of the peach table was a set of tea making tools.

Hearing her words, the old man looked up at her with a faint alienation between his eyebrows and eyes.

"You have a good nose."

Shen Fanxing smiles.

"Can you make tea?"

The old man said faintly, raising his hand to signal her to sit down opposite.

Shen Fanxing pause, "not proficient."

The old man chuckled, "not bad."

He motioned to her to make tea, but Shen Fanxing didn't refuse.

This is just the moment when the teapot is opened. The fragrance of tea is strong, elegant and charming.

Shen Fanxing's heart tightened and he looked up at the old man.

"Why?"

"This is "Borneol tea?"

Shen Fanxing is surprised that borneol is an extremely precious natural spice, she will not know!

The old man's eyes looked a little, but he laughed, "not bad! In this age, I can meet young people like you. Tell me, which one are you most proficient in: flavoring, tea, wine and flowers

Shen Fanxing was surprised again. The whole person was tense again. He felt that the old man was not an ordinary person.

Tone can not help but a little more careful and respectful, "fragrance."

"Ha ha ha That's right! "

Shen Fanxing keeps cooking tea. The old man silently watches her finish cooking tea. The order is reversed several times. The action is lacking. The process of cooking tea is very important. A little carelessness destroys a good tea.

But the last overflow of tea, into the mouth of the tea, the taste is actually not biased, unique flavor.

The old man saw Shen Fanxing's eyes gradually deepen.

If it's not for the absolute sensitivity to fragrance, it's absolutely impossible.

But Shen Fanxing has been worried, pursed his lips tightly, and after a long time, he asked softly, "how do you call your elders?"

"Ji Hongwen, just call me Ji Lao."

With a "Ding" sound, Shen Fanxing's teacup is on the teapot. He suddenly looks up at the old man. His eyes are full of shock