"San'er."
I wiped my mouth and asked sadly, "What's wrong?"
Like a sculpture, he looked out the door with open eyes: "I don't know."
When I heard this, I felt even more worried: "You are an expert, you don't know this."
"The tea is from an old merchant, and the water is from spring water I fetched from the mountain. Everything is the same as usual."
I pulled my hair hard and smacked my lips: "No, we have to find a way."
"I won't hide it from you. Uncle Ya's condition is not good. If he comes back and sees the sign smashed..."
I have already foreseen the future, and I cannot say what happens next.
San'er slammed the towel on his shoulder on the table: "It's haunted! Damn it!"
It can be seen that he has no idea now.
I hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Close the door."
"Um?"
He raised his head with disbelief on his face: "Closing business?"
"Well, closing down."
"If the problem cannot be solved, stopping the loss in time is the best choice."
"No." San'er shook his head very decisively: "You don't know the significance of this teahouse to Uncle Ya, you can't just close it!"
I took out a piece of red paper from the counter and responded: "You are wrong. I just know what it means to him, so I can only do this."
He stared at me in astonishment for a long time, finally stopped arguing, turned around and silently entered the back hall.
A piece of eye-catching red paper was posted on the door of the teahouse with several large words: Temporarily closed.
The old neighbors passing by looked at me sideways, but I could only turn a blind eye.
The door is still open as usual, but the wooden shutters on the windows are no longer removed.
This is a kind of secret code for businessmen - only to close the business, not to close the door.
At dinner time in the evening, we were the only ones left at the dinner table that should have been bustling.
The steaming rice was stuffed into my mouth, and with just this bite, I couldn't help but frown.
"San'er, the rice smells bad?"
He took a sip of it doubtfully, and immediately stood up again, as if he had been cast a restraining spell, and violently overturned the table with both hands.
Food and bowls and chopsticks were flying around, and there was a clanking sound in the room.
"If something goes wrong in the teahouse, cooking will be really bad!"
…
He was jumping on the spot and cursing his mother, as if he was mad.
I didn't say anything, silently turned around and took out the broom, cleaning up the mess bit by bit.
San'er turned around, carried a bag of rice from the house, and threw it heavily on the table.
"See for yourself, this is the new rice I bought!"
He talked a lot again, but I just concentrated on sweeping up the residue on the ground and didn't respond.
Whether it was the teahouse or the cooking, he did it all by himself. When things got to this point, he felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.
If you should go crazy, go crazy. You can't drive good people crazy, right?
When he had enough scolding, he would sit down on the soup and cry at the top of his voice, regardless of whether it was dirty or not.
The dim tungsten light bulb cast a hazy yellow light, making the already deserted room even more lonely.
I put the tissue in his hand and turned towards the door.
Seeing that autumn is about to begin, the continuous rain falls slowly on people, making people feel sticky and annoying.
But the cold wind passed through my body, and I suddenly became awake again.
Although I confirmed it with the doctor and saw the surveillance with my own eyes, judging from the facts I have, it can only be explained by coincidence or bad luck.
But the tea tasted inexplicably and turned rancid for no reason. How to explain this?
It can't be that San'er wants to ruin his job, right?
Facing the cold wind of early autumn, I once again thought of those fortune tellers.
When people are forced into desperate situations, they can only put all their wealth and life in the hands of gods.
"sorry."
San'er stood behind me at some point, lowered his head and muttered: "I'm really at my wits' end."
I chuckled: "No need to say anything, just go to sleep."
"The reason why problems exist has only one meaning."
San'er looked at me blankly: "What?"
"Solved." I patted his shoulder hard: "Problems are meant to be solved. I should have thought of a solution."
Upon hearing this, he immediately beamed and said, "That's great!"
I looked at the clock on the wall and whispered, "Take a rest for a while. I'll take you somewhere later."
