Zhou Yisui fell into a creative bottleneck, escaped the hustle and bustle alone, and rented an old house near the water in Nanwu Town, Jiangnan.
It's rainy in the south of the Yangtze River and the towns are cold.
The landlord, Liang Banshan, is the owner of an antique teahouse and an old-school tea maker.
He is gentle and steady, wears crisp shirts, and makes good tea.
At first, Zhou Jinsui only regarded him as a conservative Jiangnan craftsman, and the two of them maintained the courtesy between landlord and tenant.
Until that cold rainy day, the little red clay stove was humming.
He handed her a cup of hot tea, and his long, well-jointed fingers inadvertently brushed against her fingertips, which made her heart skip a beat.
Later she realized that this man seemed cold and restrained, but in fact the emotion in his eyes had been hidden for many years and was too strong to be resolved.
"I'm running out of inspiration."
"It doesn't matter. The rain in Nanwu lasts for a long time, so it can be moistened slowly."
Purpose: Find the original intention and love of life through tea
