Chapter 649

Ye Zhiyuan tasted this tea today. Its name is really Buddha zhanmei.

It is one of the few famous teas in the world. Moreover, there is only one place in the world to produce this kind of tea. That is, there is a tea tree on the top of the Buddhist temple. It has grown for thousands of years, but it receives two or three kilograms every year.

Ye Zhiyuan could get this tea, but it cost a lot of money.

It's almost impossible for ordinary people to see it, let alone smell the Buddha's eyebrows after smelling the fragrance of tea, so how can ye Zhiyuan not be surprised?

But who is he?

But for a moment, he had returned to normal, and then smiled calmly. His eyes twinkled, but he was more curious about wasted time.

"Xiaoyou is really good at seeing. Just by hearing it, you can recognize that this is the Buddha's eyebrow. It really makes the old man look at it with new eyes." Ye Zhiyuan said softly. He reached out and pinched a small cup and helped him fill a cup of tea: "come on, taste one, see what else you find?"

"OK." Wasted a faint smile, but walked slowly in the past.

Then, without the slightest politeness, he sat down directly against Ye Zhiyuan.

Behind him, Ye Hong finally woke up from his stupidity. Then he looked at the waste and sat down against the old man. His eyes were like fire.

For a moment, he forced down taotian's anger in his heart, but he stared at Ye Fan, and then gave a cold hum: "second brother, you are really a good idea! Even the name of his father's favorite tea was so clear to him. Hey, I'm really well prepared! "

"Ah?" Ye Fan was stunned when he heard his eldest brother say so, and some couldn't come back.

However, when he reacts and wants to explain, Ye Hong has gone away, has gone behind Ye Zhiyuan, and stands respectfully, as if what just happened had never happened.

The change of face is so fast that ye fan is amazed at it.

His eyes stared at the big brother's face for a long time, but finally he sighed gently and muttered in his heart: are you going to tear your face and face it directly.

"Ye Fan, what God are you stunned at? Don't you hurry over?" While he was daydreaming, Wang Suzhen gently pulled the corners of his clothes.

Ye Fan sighed softly, and finally walked slowly forward. He also walked behind his father and stood with his hands down.

Looking at the two sons, ye Mengyun and ye Kai, ye Zhiyuan just looked at them. He stopped for a moment on ye Mengyun and Wang Suzhen. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

When he saw Wang Bing, he frowned a little and looked more.

However, when he saw Wang Bing standing respectfully behind the waste, he didn't speak. He couldn't help turning his eyes to the waste again. In the depths of the old turbid eyes, a little fine light flashed.

Idleness doesn't care about this. At the moment, he is enjoying his tea.

At the entrance of fragrant tea, it turns into a faint fragrance. It is not strong, but it is invisible like moonlight. It moisturizes every inch of skin.

There is a sweet and light fragrance, but it comes back from the root of the tongue, which makes me intoxicated.

Fluke is a waste of taking a lot of panacea. Now I drink a cup of such Buddha eyebrow display, but I also feel unspeakable comfort all over my body.

Therefore, he couldn't help but gently praised: "good tea!"

Seeing such a waste of time, tea tasting is not like that in tradition. First, you smell it gently, and then take a small sip, but it is like a cow's drink.

In this way, it's forthright, but it seems a little rude when tasting tea.

Now, he was even more intoxicated and shouted a good word, which made Ye Hong feel a little disdainful.

However, in a twinkling of an eye, he turned his eyes slightly, then looked at the vanity and asked for advice modestly: "since you say this tea is good, you don't know where it is?"

What kind of person Ye Zhiyuan is and how he can't hear the meaning of his son's words. Therefore, his eyebrows wrinkled slightly, but in a moment, he stretched out again. Instead, he smiled and looked at the waste, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

Idly put down the tea, but he said with a faint smile: "this tea is like a spring breeze blowing on his face, like autumn water according to people, quietly floating into his stomach. At the entrance, it is full of vitality. When the taste goes, it makes people reluctant to give up."

"In that case, I'm afraid you have recited it before?" Ye Hong uttered such beautiful words of praise when he heard that waste was pouring in an instant, so he couldn't help but Snort and yelled at waste.

However, before his voice fell, ye Zhiyuan, who was on one side, looked at him and scolded him unhappily: "hong'er, what's your hurry? Xiaoyou's words haven't finished yet. Just listen."

Wasting time, he looked up at Ye Hong lightly and shook his head gently. It was clear that he was impolite.

This action almost blew Ye Hong's lungs.

However, the old man was here and just scolded him, so he didn't dare to contradict the waste at the moment. He had to bite his teeth and swear: hum! Don't fall into my hands, or... Hum, hum!

However, the wasted sight only turned on his face and then turned to Ye Zhiyuan's face: "the old man must also know the origin of the name of this tea, but the old man only knows one, but he doesn't know the other."

"Oh, is there another way?" Ye Zhiyuan had a good tea all his life. As he grew older, he became more obsessed with it. In particular, the Buddha eyebrow exhibition he made great efforts to get made him feel proud when he thought of it.

Therefore, he read a lot of information about Buddha zhanmei.

Now, however, there is another way to talk about this tea. How can he not be curious?

"Of course." Wasted a faint smile, and then pondered for a moment. It was said to be pondering. In fact, it was just deliberately making the atmosphere.

After all, under the influence of master Zhitong, he learned to be proficient in the art of speaking and the time point that needs to be handled.

Seeing that ye Lao's interest had been successfully adjusted, he wasted his time. Then his voice slowly said, "what does Ye Lao represent in spring and autumn?"

He didn't directly answer Ye Zhiyuan's question, but instead asked Ye Zhiyuan, which made Ye Zhiyuan even more stunned. He subconsciously replied, "spring and autumn naturally represent a year."

But in the twinkling of an eye, old Ye reacted. He immediately smiled and said, "little friend, isn't that the origin of Buddha's eyebrow display? It is said that when Shizu tasted this tea at that time, he was amazed that it actually contained the meaning of spring and autumn and the meaning of a year's time. Therefore, the Epiphany also solved the difficult problems that had been bothering him. Therefore, later generations called this tea Buddha's eyebrow exhibition. "

However, when he heard what he said, he just smiled faintly. Until he finished, he smiled and said, "old ye, so I said, you only know one and don't know the other."

Idly speaking, he turned his eyes to the outside of the court.

People did not understand his meaning, but also turned their eyes with him.

But I am seeing that there are green leaves and red flowers, full of vitality.

When everyone was surprised and puzzled, the waste pointed to the red flowers and green leaves and said slowly, "old ye, don't you think this spring and autumn harvest represents the withered and prosperous life?"

"Kuo Rong's life?" It was the first time ye Zhiyuan heard people say this. He was immediately stunned. He looked at the vibrant area outside the courtyard with some surprise. Looking at the distance, it seemed that withered grass had dried. He suddenly moved in his heart, but he seemed to realize something.

At this time, the voice of idleness sounded faintly in his ear again: "old leaves, withered and prosperous plants, life and death of people are the world. The Buddha said: one flower is one world, and this tea is not one world?"

"Oh?" Old Ye's body was shocked, and the light in his eyes twinkled, but suddenly he was stunned there.