Chapter 66: Tang Ran

Chapter 67:
When Duan Qingyan was surprised by the identity of the mysterious guest, the middle-aged man walking in front of the three of them did not stop and walked to the main seat of the old lady Hang. www.sto123.cc
He leaned down, his expression was respectful and calm: "Ms. Hang, all those who have practiced tea art at home have brought them."
"..."
Hearing that name, Duan Qingyan was stunned and subconsciously raised her head to look over. When her eyes fell, she wanted to start with the gossip that the other servants of the Tang family had talked about.
The Tang family’s steward was named Qiu and Qiu Yi, and he had been in the Tang family for 20 to 30 years.
According to the rumors, he was not a native of orthodox housekeeping etiquette training. Twenty or thirty years ago, he was just a gangster who fought fiercely on the streets. Later, in a fight, he was seriously injured and almost died on the side of the road. When Hang Wei, who happened to be passing by at that time, the old lady Hang when he was young, he was asked to be taken back for treatment.
Hang Wei married into the Tang family very early, a young widowed husband, and single-handedly propped up the Tang family's business among the wolves. The tactics can be called vicious.
No one knows why she saved an unrelated desperate gangster in the first place. They only know that since then, people who have had a rift with the Tang family mentioned Qiu Yi, and they all gritted their teeth and said that he was the most loyal dog around Hang Wei.
From then on, Qiu Yi did not call Hang Wei after anyone, but only called her "Ms. Hang."
From the time when everyone wanted to bully the weak young Tang family widow mother, Hang Wei now only dared to call "Old Lady Hang" and dare not even add the Tang character, Qiu Yi is right. Her name has never changed for decades.
The old lady Hang is obviously already used to it.
She raised her eyes silently, her eyes slowly sweeping across Duan Qingyan's trio.
When the gaze was scraped from her body, Duan Qingyan immediately lowered her head, but she still couldn't hold back her heart shivering instinctively.
The old lady Hang has been accumulating prestige inside and outside the Tang family for decades, and the momentum in her eyes is really not a play.
Duan Qingyan is very self-aware, does not like to dream, and has no interest in Pan Gaozhi. And she had also heard that this old lady Hang was so cruel and venomous that she didn't even treat her own granddaughter as a person, so she was only muttering in her heart "It's not me, not me, not me".
There was silence for a few seconds in the tea room, and Duan Qingyan heard the old lady say quietly: "Call her over."
"..."
Duan Qingyan secretly raised her eyes, and then saw the old lady Hang's hand pointing to her body.
Duan Qingyan: "......?"
Which evil did she hit today?
The Tang family didn't dare not listen to Old Lady Hang's speech except Qiu Yi.
No matter how reluctant Duan Qingyan was, she could only bite the bullet, take a deep breath and walk forward consciously.
When he arrived at the exclusive position of the tea master by the tea sea, Duan Qingyan tensed his eyes nervously, and followed the instincts learned from the tea art a few years ago to observe the tea leaves in the round and rustic wooden box in front of him, distinguish the types and identify them as (color) )quality.
While Duan Qingyan was still examining her, the old lady Hang spoke to Lan Jingqian who was sitting opposite her.
"Mr. Lan suddenly came home, and the family did not prepare. The tea master is not in the house now, only two or three chores who have practiced tea art are available. If they have done something rude, then they can only ask Mr. Lan to tolerate it. "
The tone of this was not polite, Duan Qingyan felt tight when she heard it, and she peeked to the other side.
The handsome man seemed to be unsurprising, and he answered in a cold voice: "My first class in the tea ceremony was at the Tang family. At that time, he was crude and ignorant of etiquette. Thank you for your tolerance."
Old lady Hang: "Really? I don't remember anymore."
Lan Jingqian smiled faintly, and there was an indescribable coldness between his eyebrows: "I have a deep memory."
"When people live in the world, sometimes they can't remember (sex xing) so well, and the past is stumbling, and the road is not far. Some old things are brooding, and it is not good for people or yourself, Mr. Lan?"
"You are an elder, you are right." Lan Jingqian said quietly, and raised his eyes, "but the younger generation always has the view of the younger generation."
Old lady Hang's face (color) sinks slightly: "For example."
Lan Jingqian didn't speak.
Under the calmness of those eyes, emotions finally surged. He didn't know what stormy waves would be set off in his heart, but he didn't show much on the face.
After a while, Lan Jingqian seemed to smile briefly: "The younger generation feels that erasing the past is equivalent to erasing (sha) a person. If it weren't for the past, it would be difficult for the younger generation to achieve today, I am afraid they will be more like you. I said that I don’t deserve to sit and talk with you."
"...!"
Duan Qingyan was choosing brewing equipment according to the type of tea, and she shook her hand when she heard this sentence. The tea lotus used to pack tea in her hand hits the teapot, and there is a crisp sound of porcelain.
Old lady Hang looked over coldly.
Duan Qingyan quickly apologized in a low voice, turned her head down, groaning in her heart.
If it was just the undercurrent surging, then Lan Jingqian's last sentence was obviously to tear off the cover, pushing the atmosphere to a critical point.
Fortunately, the old lady Hang's focus was obviously not on other things at this time. After a warning glance at Duan Qingyan, she looked back to Lan Jingqian.
Looking at each other for a few seconds, the old lady Hang even (exposed) a cold smile: "So Mr. Lan came today to reprimand me for not knowing jewels and for underestimating you and hitting me in the face?"
As the old lady Hang's voice cooled down, the atmosphere in the tea room instantly froze.
Duan Qingyan trembled in her heart, but her hands were taut in preparation. From the bottom of her heart, she meditated on the "hot pot" of the first process, and took the bamboo-like long rod cylinder to the boiled mountain spring water and poured it on the pot slowly.
The voice of the man behind the sea of ​​tea rang out from the sound of the lingering water rolling down the kettle body: "I did have such thoughts in the years when you were kicked out of the country."
Old lady Hang was unmoved: "What about now, no more?"
"Not often, but occasionally I still think of it."
"Then Mr. Lan came to the door suddenly when he thought of what he should do today?" Old lady Hang asked unceremoniously.
Lan Jingqian said quietly, "I have figured out the answer long ago. You are the mother of Shiyu, and of course my elders. The elders are harsh, and the younger ones can bear it. If you can't bear it, you can avoid it. In my sixtieth year, I’ll come back again and make some revenge that tarnishes my reputation."
"..."
Although the words were still not polite, Mrs. Tang's face (color) finally eased slightly.
Duan Qingyan scalded the pot next to the cup, took the tea leaves with the tea lotus and put them in the pot. The tea was flushed with the hot spring water. The tea tumbling and dissipating with the sound of conversation, steaming. At this time, Duan Qingyan felt that the floating water vapor was barely warm.
After scraping off the tea foam, Duan Qingyan carefully poured the brewed tea into the teacup, and handed it to the old lady Hang and Lan Jingqian one by one.
"Thank you."
Lan Jingqian's voice was low and gentle.
Duan Qingyan gave each other a flattered look. Then she discovered that Lan Jingqian did not taste the tea, but put the teacup aside and set it aside.
...This doesn't seem to be a rhythm for gentle conversation.
As soon as Duan Qingyan had this premonition in her heart, she heard Lan Jingqian speak: "Although I disdain to take revenge, I am not a person who can retaliate with virtue. So when I got the answer, I had already decided not to retaliate. The door of the house will not have any connection with the Tang family."
Old lady Hang had already raised the teacup in front of her, her eyelids twitched.
She stopped, frowning and raising her eyes: "Then why are you here today?"
Lan Jingqian: "I'm here to ask you about someone."
"..."
Old lady Hang seemed to think of something, her eyes gloomy at that moment, but after all she didn't say a word, she lowered her eyes.
"Who."
The calm emotions in Lan Jingqian's eyes were finally torn apart, and he struggled a little bit coldly:
"Does the Tang family have a little girl named Tang Ran?"
"!"
Duan Qingyan was unprepared, and the hand that received the cup shook suddenly, the tea lotus fell from his hand (tuo), and a piece of unfinished tea was spilled.
The sound of the tea lotus hitting the sea of ​​tea also called back to the momentary stiff old lady Hang's mind. Her face (color) sank, and the tea cup in her hand was slammed, with a bang, hot tea splashing out all over.
"Qiu Yi!"
The old lady's voice had become dumb in just a few seconds.
Before Duan Qingyan had time to react, she felt that her right arm was tight, and a few seconds later, huge tension and numb pain came back from her arm.
Qiu Yi, who was waiting quietly in the corner, didn't know when to come forward, and involuntarily clamped her arm, and pulled the stunned Duan Qingyan directly to the tea room.
Ten seconds later.
The door of the tea room was closed.
Duan Qingyan was dragged out for several meters, her face paled in fright. At this moment, she believed the servants' words that the housekeeper Qiu Yi was a fierce street bully when she was young.
She suspected that she had heard something that shouldn't be heard, and she was going to be silenced.
Just when Duan Qingyan imagined what kind of small black room she would be taken to put on a sack, her teeth trembled and she couldn't even make a call for help, Qiu Yi pulled her over the corner of the corridor and let it go without warning. hand.
"!"
Without the tensile support, Duan Qingyan's legs softened and almost collapsed on the ground.
The middle-aged man who was nearly half a hundred years old was condescending, staring at her expressionlessly.
Duan Qingyan felt that the person's eyes were as cold as looking at a stone or a piece of dead wood. He was definitely not alone, and there was not the slightest feeling that a middle-aged man would feel moved and pity when he saw a young woman who was so scared.
Duan Qingyan suspected that the other party was considering her, and she shuddered even more: "Housekeeper Qiu Qiu Qiu...I didn't hear anything just now, I, I, I won't say anything..."
Qiu Yi didn't speak, but looked at her coldly, as if judging the reliability of her promise.
After a long while, after confirming that Duan Qingyan was not acting, she was so frightened that she was going to the hospital, Qiu Yi drooped his eyelids.
"Remember what you said." The middle-aged man's voice was turbulent, but calm but shocking. "If I hear something that shouldn't be happening, then turn the horror in your mind into reality."
"...!"
In Duan Qingyan's blurred vision with tears in her eyes, Qiu Yi didn't say a word, turned and left.
Waited until the footsteps in the corridor disappeared for a long time.
Duan Qingyan took a violent breath, then coughed violently, crying. She leaned on the wall and hunched her body to breathe hard, and patted her (chest xiong) hard to give her breath.
Duan Qingyan felt that she was alive in this kind of uncomfortable cough.
After the "resurrection", Duan Qingyan's first thought that jumped into his head was that the upstart in the control field, who has been praised by countless financial publications, turned out to come to Tang Ran to find Tang Ran.
Should she take advantage of the fact that the old lady Hang had not found out that she was the servant delivering meals to the side house, risking her life to tell Tang Ran about this...