The Tea People's Commune.
The house had not been renovated for a long time and looked a bit old and decayed. A few shabby tables and chairs were placed randomly and did not have any sense of beauty.
Secluded and clean, these were probably the few advantages of this teahouse.
There were no other customers in the teahouse, except for Fang Yan who had just walked in. There was only a teahouse waiter who was lying on a rattan chair and dozing off.
Fang Yan deliberately increased his footsteps, wanting to wake the teahouse waiter up. Unexpectedly, the waiter was sleeping soundly. He did not know if he heard the footsteps, but he just turned over and continued to sleep.
Fang Yan had no choice but to shout, "Waiter, give me a pot of Longjing tea."
The waiter finally woke up. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties with slightly curly hair and a pale face. He wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at Fang Yan and asked, "What do you want?"
"A pot of Longjing tea," Fang Yan said again.
"No," the waiter said.
"Then what tea do you have here?" Fang Yan asked.
"Do you want Maojian tea? Only Maojian tea. We grow it at home and stir-fry it by hand. The middle-aged waiter began to advertise his product.
Fang Yan carefully looked at the middle-aged man and asked, "Are you the boss?"
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Also a waiter."
"What's your name?" Fang Yan asked.
"Zhu Jian," the middle-aged man said.
Fang Yan stood up again and walked in front of the middle-aged man. He said with a smile, "I'm Fang Yan. I'm the one who asked you to meet. "
"Mr. Fang?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a face full of shock. "You are Mr. Fang Yan?"
Zhu Jian could not help but be surprised.
Zhu Jian received a phone call today. The caller claimed to be the current Chinese teacher of Class 9 of Rosefinch High School, Fang Yan.
Although Zhu Jian did not want to have any contact with that school, the other party repeatedly persuaded him and said that he could find a way to help him restore his reputation. Zhu Jian hesitated again and again and finally agreed to meet with Fang Yan.
That matter was like a thin and long thorn stuck in his throat, making him unable to eat or sleep peacefully.
The heavy burden of seducing a female student made him almost unable to lift his head in front of his family and friends.
He needed relief. He needed a chance to travel light.
Fang Yan's words hit the nail on the head, making it hard for him to refuse.
He originally thought that Fang Yan would be a middle-aged man like him. However, wasn't this young man in front of him a little too young and immature? Isn't Rosefinch High School an elite school? How could he just randomly recruit people?
"It's me," Fang Yan said. He saw the doubt 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 was not as fragrant as Tie Guanyin, not as delicate and graceful as Longjing tea, but it had its own unique charm.
The tiny hairs rolled a few times in the boiling water and slowly unfolded. A layer of fine white hair floated up and down in the glass. At first glance, it looked like the tea had not been cleaned. In fact, this white hair was the essence of Maojian tea.
People who loved tea called it 'Baihao' because it contained rich substances that were beneficial to the human body. When drinking tea, these Baihao should be drunk into the stomach.
Fang Yan picked up the glass and took a sip of tea. He carefully felt it and said with a smile, "Good tea."
Zhu Jian was expressionless and didn't care about Fang Yan's praise. How many of the words spoken on the surface could be trusted?
"If I guessed correctly, these tea trees grow on the top of the mountain. They are exposed to the wind and rain and the sun, so the leaves don't look green and the tea looks old. " Fang Yan took another sip and commented, "However, the person who picked the tea was very diligent. Every tea leaf was only taken from the tender shoots. The essence of the tea tree was all plucked. "
"The person who fried the tea was also an expert. He used charcoal ash to roast the tea leaves. He didn't use too much fire and didn't use too much strength, retaining the tenderness of the tea tips and the natural fragrance of the tea leaves. As you said, although he didn't add any spices or tea essences, the taste of the tea was better. "
Zhu Jian was deeply shocked and said, "Mr. Fang is an expert in the Tea Ceremony. This tea was planted by my old father. The tea mountain he got was on the top of the mountain. It was difficult to water the tea trees on the top of the mountain. It happened that the weather in southern Henan was dry these years, so the color of the tea leaves was gray and ugly. In order to sell it at a good price, I asked my parents to only take the tip, which is the tender shoots of the tea tree, and then roast them myself … Later, I lost my job and remembered that I liked to drink tea. I opened a teahouse at the entrance of this residential area. As you can see, because of the lack of capital and the remote location, it is very difficult to make a living. "
Just now, Zhu Jian looked down on and doubted Fang Yan, but now he didn't have the mentality of half-heartedly because of his young face.
Fang Yan smiled and said, "I didn't come 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, "Indeed."
Fang Yan looked at Zhu Jian and asked, "Mr. Zhu, is the rumor in the school true?"
Zhu Jian didn't answer. He just looked at Fang Yan thoughtfully and said, "I don't understand. Why did you come to ask me this question? Whose position do you represent? Yourself? Rosefinch High School? "
"I represent myself," said Fang Yan.
"Because of sympathy? Or curiosity? "
"Sympathy and curiosity." I'm also curious, "Fang Yan said frankly. "And understanding."
"Understanding?"
"The understanding that we are in the same boat," said Fang Yan.
"What do you mean?" Zhu Jian was puzzled.
"Some time ago, I was almost expelled because I danced with a female student in a bar. Of course, if the media reported it, I am afraid it would not be a simple expulsion, "said Fang Yan.
"You danced with a female student in a bar?" Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with vigilance and … contempt. What kind of person is this? Do you think I am the same as you? That's why you came to seek comfort?
"There's another story," explained Fang Yan. "It's actually very simple. It's not as dirty as people think."
"Why didn't the media report it?" Zhu Jian asked. "Don't the media love this kind of news?"
"Because a lot of honest people stood up for me." Fang Yan played with the glass in his hand and said with a smile. "They didn't believe that I would do such a thing."
"Seems like you are much luckier than me," Zhu Jian sighed. His incident was made known to everyone, causing him to be ostracized by the entire Huacheng education circle. The female student was even more unwilling to be humiliated and transferred to another city to study.
He knew they were innocent, but who would believe it?
"I don't deny that," said Fang Yan. "My luck has always been good."
"Because you've been wronged before, so you want to come and listen to my story. If possible, will you help me reverse the verdict?"
"The most important thing is to prove your innocence," said Fang Yan. "This accusation is too heavy. If it's on someone's head, they won't be able to relax for the rest of their lives. And that female student … Although I have never seen her. But if she was really wronged, then this incident may destroy her. "
"Yes." Zhu Jian's face was filled with pain. He covered his face with both hands, and tears flowed through the gaps between his slender fingers. His fingers were wet, and the tears flowed to the back of his hand. "Destroy her."
Fang Yan sighed softly.
After a long time, Zhu Jian moved his hands away from his face. There were still traces of tears in his eyes.
"I can tell you clearly that we are innocent," said Zhu Jian. "I swear on my personality … No, my everything."
"I believe you." Fang Yan nodded. "What the hell happened?"
"You are the homeroom teacher of Class Nine. Do you know Zheng Guodong?" asked Zhu Jian.
"Yes." Fang Yan nodded. "Does it have anything to do with him?"
"I had many conflicts with Mr. Fang when I first became the homeroom teacher of Class Nine. He skipped class to drink, beat up classmates, and was the bully of the class. And he had dealings with some gangsters in the society. The way he did things didn't seem like a student … "
"He was molesting a female student by the Sparrow River, and I happened to see him. I yelled at him and chased him away. Then, I took off my coat and put it on the girl … I didn't expect this scene to be taken by someone, and it became the evidence of me hugging a female student and having an affair by the river. "
Zhu Jian punched the thick table and roared, "I, Zhu Jian, have read a lot of books. Why would I do such a beastly thing?"
"Have you explained this to the school?" asked Fang Yan.
"Who would believe it?" Zhu Jian roared with red eyes. "Who would believe it? Zheng Guodong's father is on the board of the school. Who would believe it? "
Fang Yan was silent.
Zhu Jian's situation was indeed tricky. On one hand, he had been photographed, just like himself. On the other hand, he was more careless than himself because his jacket was on the girl. He walked out of the forest with the girl in his arms. If he said he had nothing to do with the girl, very few people would believe him.
Of course, if that was the case, if Zhu Jian and the girl who was hurt stood out to accuse Zheng Guodong at the same time, there was still a chance to reverse the situation.
The most important problem was that Zheng Guodong's father, Zheng Tiancheng, was on the board of the Rosefinch school. Who would be willing to offend Zheng Tiancheng and still stand out to reverse the case for Zhu Jian when the evidence was conclusive?
"I believe it," said Fang Yan with a serious expression. "I believe you are innocent."
Zhu Jian looked at Fang Yan with a surprised expression.
"I will help you reverse the case, I will prove your innocence," continued Fang Yan.
"Why?" asked Zhu Jian. He had already made it very clear that Zheng Guodong's father was Zheng Tiancheng. Why was he still willing to risk his life?
If he offended Zheng Tiancheng because of him, would he still be able to stay and be the language teacher of Class 9? He was afraid that he would end up being expelled from the school like him, right?
"Because we are all scholars," Fang Yan said with a straight face. "They don't believe that scholars are righteous, and that scholars have integrity. I believe it. "
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