Chapter 64

Tea people's commune.

The house hasn't been decorated for a long time. It looks rotten and old. Three or two old tables and chairs are placed at will without any aesthetic feeling.

It's cold, secluded and clean, which is probably one of the few advantages of this teahouse.

There are no other guests in the teahouse, except for Fang Yan, who just came in, who is just lying on a cane chair and dozing off.

Fang Yan deliberately stepped up and tried to wake up the waiter of the teahouse. I didn't expect that the guy was sleeping soundly, and I didn't know if I heard footsteps. I just turned over and went on sleeping.

Fang Yan had no choice but to shout out, "man, let's have a pot of Longjing tea."

The man finally woke up. The middle-aged man in his thirties had curly hair and a pale face. Wipe the water stains on the corners of the mouth, hold the glasses on the bridge of the nose, look at Fang Yan and ask, "what do you want?"

"A pot of Longjing tea." Fang Yan said again.

"No." Said the man.

"What kind of tea do you have?" Fang Yan asked.

"Do you want Maojian tea? Only Maojian tea. It's from my family. It's fried by hand. Tea essence without spices. " Middle aged guys started advertising their products.

Fang Yan looked at the middle-aged man carefully and asked, "are you the boss?"

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "it's also a man."

"What do you call it?" Fang Yan asked.

"Zhu Jian." Said the middle-aged man.

Fang Yan stands up again, walks to the middle-aged man, smiles and says: "I am Fang Yan. I asked you to meet. "

"Teacher Fang?" Zhu Jian looks at Fang Yan in shock. "Are you teacher Fang Yan?"

Zhu Jian was not surprised.

Zhu Jian received a call today. The caller claimed to be Fang Yan, the current Chinese teacher in class 9 of Zhuque high school.

Although Zhu Jian didn't want to communicate with the school any more, he was repeatedly persuaded and said that he could find a way to help him recover his reputation. Zhu Jian hesitates again and again, and finally agrees to meet Fang Yan.

It was like a long, thin, sharp thorn in his throat, which made him sleep uneasily.

The heavy burden of courting female students made him hardly raise his head in front of his family, relatives and friends.

He needs relief and a chance to get on the road lightly.

Fang Yan's words hit his heart, making it hard for him to refuse.

He thought Fang Yan would be a middle-aged man just like himself. But is this young man too young and immature? Is not the tenet of Zhuque high school run by elites? How can I recruit people at will?

"It's me." Fang Yan said. He saw the deep questioning in Zhu Jian's eyes and said, "shall we sit down and talk?"

"I'll make you a cup of tea." Zhu Jian said.

Maojian tea is not as fragrant as Tieguanyin tea or as elegant as Longjing tea, but it has its own unique charm.

The tiny tip of the hair rolls in the boiling water several times and slowly stretches out. A layer of tiny white hair crumbs float and fluctuate in the glass. At first glance, it was like tea leaves were not cleaned. In fact, these white chips are the essence of Maojian tea.

Love tea called it "pekoe", which contains rich substances beneficial to human body. When drinking tea, you should drink these pekoe into your stomach.

Fang Yan took a sip of tea from the glass, felt it carefully, smiled and said, "good tea."

Zhu Jian's face was expressionless, and he was not satisfied with the praise from the other side. On the scene, how many words are worth believing?

"If I'm right, these tea trees grow on the top of the mountain. Wind and rain, sun exposure, so people feel that the color of the leaves is not green and the color of the tea is old. " Fang Yan took another sip and commented: "however, the tea collectors work hard. They only take buds for each piece of tea. This has picked up the essence of a tea tree.

"The fried tea man is also an expert. He roasts the tea with the burnt charcoal ash, not heavy fire, not strong power. He keeps the tender tea tip and the natural fragrance of the tea. As you said just now, although there is no flavor tea essence, the taste of this tea is better. "

Zhu Jianshen was shocked and said, "Mr. Fang is a tea ceremony expert. The tea was planted by the old father of the family. The tea mountain was just on the top of the mountain. The tea trees on the top of the mountain were difficult to water. It happened that the weather in southern Henan was dry in recent years, so the color of the tea was dark and ugly. In order to sell for a good price, I asked my parents to take only the tip, that is, the buds of the tea tree, and then go back to bake and fry in person ---- later, I lost my job, thinking that I usually like to drink tea. A teahouse was opened at the gate of the community. As you can see, it's hard to live because of the lack of capital and the remote location. "

Zhu Jian just returned to the other side of the fire with a contempt of the heart of doubt, now no longer because of his tender and perfunctory mentality.

Fang Yan smiled and said, "I'm not here to taste tea with Mr. Zhu. I think Mr. Zhu doesn't have the mood to taste tea now."

Zhu Jian smiled bitterly and said, "it's true."

Fang Yan looks at Zhu Jian and asks, "Mr. Zhu, is the school rumour true?"Zhu Jian didn't answer, but looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, "I don't understand why you asked me this question? Whose position do you represent? Just you yourself? Zhuque high school? "

"I represent myself." Fang Yan said.

"Because of compassion? Or curiosity? "

"There is compassion. There's also curiosity. " Fang Yan said frankly. "And understanding."

"Understand?"

"Understanding of compassion." Fang Yan said.

"What do you mean?" Zhu Jian did not understand.

"Some time ago, I almost got kicked out of school for dancing in a bar with a girl student. Of course, if there's a lot of media coverage, it's not just school dismissal. " Fang Yan said.

"You and the girl students are dancing in the bar?" Zhu Jian's eyes toward Fang Yan are full of vigilance and contempt. Who is this? You think I'm the same as you, so you come here to find comfort?

"There is another secret." Fang Yan explained. "It's very simple. It's not as nasty as the outside world guesses."

"Why didn't the media report?" Asked Zhu Jian. "Isn't that the media's favorite news?"

"Because there are a lot of honest people standing up to help me talk." Fang Yan played with the glass in his hand and said with a smile. "They don't believe I'll do that."

"It seems that you are much luckier than I am." Zhu Jian sighed. His affairs are known to all, which leads to his exclusion by the whole Huacheng education circle. That female student is not willing to be humiliated and transferred to other cities to study.

He knew they were innocent, but who would believe them?

"I do not deny that." Fang Yan said. "My luck has always been good."

"Because you have been wronged, so you want to come and listen to my story, if possible, you will find a way to help me turn over the case?"

"The most important thing is to keep you clean." Fang Yan said. "This hat is too heavy. I'm afraid it won't be easy all my life. And the schoolgirl - though I never met her. But if she is really wronged, then it may destroy her. "

"Yes." Zhu Jian's face was painful. His hands covered his face, tears streaming out of the thin and long fingers. The fingers are wet and flow back to the back of the hand. "Destroyed her."

Fang Yan sighs gently.

For a long time, Zhu Jian moved his hands away from his face, and tears still appeared in his eyes.

"I can tell you clearly that we are innocent." Zhu Jian said. "I swear by my personality - no, everything I do."

"I believe." Fang Yan nodded. "What happened?"

"You are the head teacher of class 9. Do you know Zheng Guodong?" Asked Zhu Jian.

"Yes." Fang Yan nods. "With him?"

"As a teacher of class 9, I had many conflicts with him. He cut class and drank, beat up his classmates, and was the bully in the class. Moreover, he has contacts with some hooligans in the society, and his way of doing things is not like a student - "

" I happened to bump into him when he was rude to a female classmate by the quehe river. I scolded and drove him away, then took off my coat and put it on the girl's body. Unexpectedly, this scene was photographed, which became the evidence for me to carry the girl student around the river. "

Zhu Jian punches on the thick table and shouts, "I've read a lot of books. How can I do this kind of animal thing?"

"Have you explained to the school?" Fang Yan asked.

"Who would believe it?" Zhu Jianhong's eyes roared. "Who would believe it? Zheng Guodong's father is the school director. Who would believe that? "

Fang Yan is silent.

Zhu Jian's business is really tricky. On the one hand, he was photographed just like himself. And more careless than himself is that his clothes are on girls. He hugged the girl out of the woods. If he says he has nothing to do with girls, few people will believe him.

Of course, if this is the only way, if Zhu Jian and the injured girl come out at the same time to blame Zheng Guodong, things will not have no chance to reverse.

The key problem is that Zheng Tiancheng, the father of Zheng Guodong, is the director of Zhuque school. Who is willing to offend Zheng Tiancheng and still stand up for Zhu Jian when the evidence is clear?

"I believe." Fang Yan said with a serious face. "I believe you are innocent."

Zhu Jian looks at Fang Yan and is surprised.

"I will turn over the case for you, and I will return your innocence." Fang Yan continued.

"Why?" Asked Zhu Jian. He said clearly that Zheng Guodong's father is Zheng Tiancheng. Why is he willing to take risks?

If he offends Zheng Tiancheng because of his own affairs, can he still stay as a Chinese teacher in class 9? I'm afraid I'll be expelled from school like myself?

"Because we are all scholars." Fang Yan said. "They don't believe that scholars are moral and literati have character. I believe it. "PS: sorry, I just wrote chapter three. Write the fourth chapter if you don't sleep tonight. Don't wait, everyone. Get up early and watch it tomorrow.)