The Fairy Tale of Evening Tea

Gu Wanchao, Xie Zhonghua They never spoke their hearts aloud; their eyes and brows said it all. The flute across the alley, a mournful, desolate sound. They had always been together, childhood sweethearts. What dazzling beauty? What sweet talk of love? What slender sleeves and delicate hands? What flowing hair to hold in one's arms? The only thing ever cradled in his hands was a cup of tea. The only thing ever on his mind was a cup of tea. The only thing ever in his thoughts was a cup of tea. Zhonghua, oh, Zhonghua, you always say my face is blooming with romance, but don't you know you're the one who brought this on? Why don't you break the spell? I saw the affection in your eyes, but did you ever see my desolate reeds? Indeed... indeed... The mortal world turned upside down, an ambiguous affair of youth, the splendor of a turbid age! P.S. This isn't a story to read. It's much more fun to recite aloud!!!!~~ P.S. This isn't a story to read. It's much more fun to recite aloud!!!!~~ P.S. This isn't a story to read. It's much more fun to recite aloud!!!!~~ Premise: