Omniscient and Almighty

Chapter 625 The first night without bud tea

Several days have passed, and Mr. Zhang's heart is still hurting.

Before, the young bud tea that Xu Guangling prepared for him was enough, but now he can only drink four at a time, if there is too much, it will be a little too much, if it is too little, it is not good, and it will feel a little out of place.

Four pieces at a time, only 28 pieces a week, and there will be new ones next week.

Even if he and his old buddy tried their best, the bud could only last for four days, but it didn't mean that it was completely useless after four days, but that something inside it began to decay, and the decay rate was very large.

About one-third of a day decayed, and after three days, most of the young shoots sealed in the small ice cubes had disappeared, leaving only a little remnant.

On the fourth and fifth days, even the remnants were gone, only gaps and a little greenness remained in the ice.

But no matter what, at least it can survive a week, just in time for the new round of picking.

That day, there was heavy rain, and then, not unexpectedly, the heavy rain turned into a heavy rainstorm. Accompanied by astonishing thunder and lightning, black clouds pressed down on the mountains, and the day was like night, as if the end of the world had come.

This level of heavy rain is very rare in Mr. Zhang's life.

To be more precise, I may have never seen it once!
While heartbroken by the disappearance of Nenya Tea, Mr. Zhang couldn't help feeling a little hesitant in his heart—could it be that his disciple was going through a catastrophe?

Well, the idea is too folk, too legendary.

But the old buddy and Xiaowei also expressed their thoughts.

Then they looked at it from a distance, and Xu Guangling was still sitting quietly under the tree.

The sky and the earth were misty, and there was a lot of wind and rain, but within about three meters around the figure, there was no dust or rain.Looking at it from a distance, especially through the heavy rain, what is it if it is not a "man of gods"?
The figures who had been together day and night in the past seemed very ethereal at that moment, as if they were sitting on the clouds, outside the sky, or on the other shore.

Mr. Zhang then said to Mr. Chen that day: "Old man, come on, let's not be thrown too far by the clumsy words!"

On the fourth day of Xu Guangling's meditation, Mr. Zhang missed him.

On the fifth day of Xu Zhuoyan's samadhi, Mr. Zhang missed him.

On the sixth day when Xu Buxiao entered meditation, Mr. Zhang missed him.

——Young bud tea is gone!

The old food is exhausted, and the new food is in the future. It is the most suitable time to miss.

On the night when he didn't even have to drink the dregs, Mr. Zhang even suffered from insomnia!
This is not dependence, but a kind of Taoist and smoky feeling, and at the same time peace of mind, and then the feeling of qi and blood flowing and lively, without it, it makes people feel that even sleeping is meaningless.

Lying in a tent in the past is like lying in the undulating mountains, the stream flows gently, the mountain stream is tinkling, and it is like lying in the clouds. Above, the golden sun shines, and the body is warm and harmonious inside and outside. Below, the flowing clouds are graceful. Light, like a clear scene, like a dream.

Then, in such a kind of half-drunk and half-awake, unconsciously, he naturally fell into a deep sleep.

Wake up in the morning, the body and mind are changed, and the world is like a new one.

Even the very ordinary chirping birdsong, to the ears, is like a piece of heaven.

But today.

Today this night, today this before falling asleep...

There is no bud tea to drink!
Not only not today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow, not even the day after tomorrow...

With this in mind, Mr. Zhang's insomnia has deepened again!

Then he tossed and turned, but he really couldn't sleep, so the old man stopped sleeping for the time being.

Anyway, with his current "third-level master" (disciple Xu Guangling's language), not to mention just going to bed late, even staying up all night, and then staying up for three nights, five nights, ten nights and eight nights, are just pediatrics.

Of course, it's hard to say for a longer time.

Mr. Chen is also a third-level master, and this master, who is half a chip higher than the old man, also suffers from insomnia tonight.

Then the two insomniacs walked out of the tent to look at the moon together.

Unfortunately, today is the first month of the month, the first day of August in the lunar calendar, and there is no moon to admire, not even a crescent moon!

There is nothing to say about each other, only a thousand lines of tears.

Then the two old people could only walk around the lotus pond.

Not long after they left, in another tent not far away, the boss also sat up from tossing and turning, sat blankly for a while, then he quickly got dressed, and then drove a car by himself , went back to the base.

What are you doing?

Office!

Too much energy to fall asleep.

It's a good time to work.

People in my generation should devote themselves to the country and die!
A certain little girl who also lived in a tent by the lotus pond also didn't sleep much that night.

After she got up, she wanted to play the piano in the big tent next to her, but she was worried that the silence of the night would disturb others, not only the two old people and Mr. Wei, but also many others.Even if the sound of the piano is not loud, it can be heard far away in this quiet environment.

What are you doing then?

She copied the piano score.

Well, back.

silently write.

Starting from "Ran Ke", that was the first song she heard from that person, and it was because of this song that they met.

Then came "Burning Its Blossoms".

Perhaps because the first thing she listened to was "Ranke", Zheng Qin loved this one more among the two "sister chapters", and according to that person, she should prefer "Burning Its Blossoms" of.

Oh, it should be.

How can there be so many should!

If she should, she should have left him far away the moment she felt her heartbeat.

But no.

Later, as she got deeper and deeper, she should have swung her sword to cut her love.

But still not.

As a result, he was trapped in a cocoon, and foolishly handed over the invisible future to that person, and that person just put it in his pocket.

He wasn't playing dumb, but he didn't promise anything either.

Don't marry, why...

Why not drive her away!
Even if she had lost any self-control, she still had self-respect.

As long as he said a word casually, she would definitely turn around and leave without looking back, even after leaving, she would be overwhelmed.

But no.

he's good.

Such a man should be killed!
But she knew better that if there was any danger, and if she was by his side, then she probably couldn't even control herself, so she stood in front of him.

Just like Zixia in A Chinese Journey to the West.

In fact, when Zixia died, she was happy, and only then did she hold happiness in her hands.

And before that, she couldn't catch it.

Zixia is just a story.

And she was just thinking.

There is no such opportunity.

He...he is a god!

Occasionally start writing, occasionally put down the pen, resting your chin on your hands and meditating.

Music scores are gradually generated on paper.

The melody also gradually rang in her heart.

As it was written, Zheng Qin suddenly had a lot of new understanding of this song this night.

Obviously, when he created this song, he was also in a dilemma. Before, she saw the dilemma in this song, but she didn't see the pain hidden in the dilemma.

——Does a person like him suffer?

No, there shouldn't even be embarrassments!

In this world, what else could make him difficult?

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