Tea Smoke Qing Qing

After eight years of love, he said he didn't love her anymore. Later, I opened a teahouse in an old street, waiting for someone who wouldn't leave. I didn't expect that what was waiting for me would be someone who was even less capable of loving than me. ———————————————————— Song Kuixi has only loved one person in her life, and she has loved him for eight years. From school to the workplace, everyone says they are a match made in heaven. She thought it was him in this life - until that evening, after he finished changing his shoes in the entrance hall, he raised his head and said, "Xixi, I don't love you anymore. Let's separate." There was no quarrel, no betrayal, not even a reason. Love is just gone. Later, she resigned from her job and bought an 80-square-meter teahouse in an old street, which she named "Qie Ding." She thought that this would be it for the rest of her life. It would be nice to watch the tea stove alone and grow old slowly. A Jing came in on a rainy day. He carried an old camera on his back and sat in the corner by the window, drinking a pot of old white tea from afternoon to closing. After that, he came every weekend. Still the same corner, still the same pot of old white tea, still sitting there until closing time. He didn't speak and she didn't ask. Occasionally they would look at each other and just smile lightly. Later she found out that he was once the most talented photographer, traveling all over the snowy mountains and deserts. Until a year ago, his companion died under the snow-capped mountains in Tibetan area to save him. From then on, he could no longer press the shutter button - the world in the lens was only black and white. One is someone who dares not love again. One is a person who cannot photograph colors. In this 80-square-meter teahouse, in the water vapor in the operation room, in the bamboo shadows on the patio, in every action of filling water, making soup, and passing tea - They began an extremely slow approach. Mr. Lin has been back. With regrets, he wanted to start over. Everyone thought she would waver - after all, it was eight years. But that night, she made A Jing a pot of tea and spoke about that person for the first time. After listening to this, A Jing only said one sentence: "If you can tell me, it's almost healed." Later, A Jing picked up the camera again. The first photo he took was of Song Kuixi making tea in the morning light. After the photo was developed, he wrote a line on the back: "I thought my world was only black and white, until I met you - it turns out that tea smoke is cyan, and your smile is warm." There is no grand confession. It was just an ordinary evening, and he said, "Can I come here to drink tea every day from now on?" She refilled his cup with hot water. He said softly "Hmm". Tea smoke rises and the day goes on. ———————————————————— ★ Slow and pure love | Two-way healing | Tea style fireworks | Daily life in the 80-square-foot teahouse ★ It's not salvation, it's support. It's not light, it's tea smoke. ★ He taught her that "if you can tell it, you will be cured soon", and she taught him that "it turns out that tea cigarettes are blue." ★ Slow-burning warning: This is not a fast-paced sweet pet, but a story about two people who don't know how to love and slowly learn to love themselves. ★Updates will be added every time the collection reaches 100, and comments will be added every 50. Ah Ju is asking for feedback online~ Intention: Not bloody