He Comes From the Void

The three entered the room and sat down. The proprietress Paskoma came over to serve a pot of tea, three pairs of clean cloth mats and towels.

The first time the tea is used to moisten the cup, of course, it can be used to quench thirst. Kahn is not in a hurry, so he pours out the tea to soak the cup, and then pours the tea into the jar. Kaisha sat across from him, watching him with great interest, flirting with him, bullying him that he only had one good eye.

She burst out laughing suddenly, it feels so good to have someone take care of everything.

After a while, Paskoma brought over the cakes and teapot together. The combined food intake of the three of them was a bit scary, so when they saw the cakes neatly stacked into a heavy pyramid shape, the two girls uttered a sigh of relief. excited exclamation.

"These pastries were prepared by Yitule two days ago. They are only served during festivals. Just let me know if they are not enough, and I will add more." The big plate of pastries was very heavy, and the middle-aged proprietress couldn't help but stop to breathe Take a breather.

"Thank you, old mother." Akali clasped her hands together and bowed her head, then picked up a piece of pastry and threw it into her mouth.

The bottom is slightly burnt, the middle is soft and sweet, full of richness. Akali exclaimed that it was delicious, this pastry saved her life, otherwise she would be killed if she stayed beside the two of them.

"As long as you like it."

Paskoma sweated with a towel, laugh lines piled up at the corners of his eyes.

It is a blessing for young people to eat, I hope they will like it.

Kaisha was thinking about whose name itul was, when she heard an old man come in at the door, and then Paskoma called out.

"There are more and more guests. After hanging up the lanterns, Yitule will come in to entertain you."

"Come on." The tall old man from before replied, with a towel on his shoulders, he went in and walked directly to the old man who was not seated.

"Guest, please sit down, what would you like to order?"

"I don't want to order anything, I..." The old man hesitated to speak, as if what he wanted to say was a bit difficult to say.

"It's okay, just say it." Itule looked at him patiently.

"I want to take my son back..."

"Your son is not here."

"He is here, he has become..." The old man's voice suddenly choked up: "He has become a flower."

"The deceased is gone. The old man is not in good health, so don't be too sad." Yi Tule's eyes were full of sadness, as if he understood this pain very well.

"He died on the battlefield, and he can't be found. My wife has a handicap, and I want to make his spirit flower into scented tea and take it back to her to heal her heart disease." The old man wrinkled his dry mouth: "I heard that this is the town. The best teahouse ever…”

"I don't know how to make tea. I'll ask the master to tell you later." Itule walked into the trigger, and the old man flinched and fidgeted.

Not only did Akali restrain her chewing voice tactfully, but the guests at other tables also lamented one after another, sympathizing with the old man's experience.

An old man came all the way to Weili, just to bring back the only thing related to his son who died in battle. What kind of bitterness can be carried in just one sentence? And there are not a few such lonely-nest families who lose their children in old age.

Paskoma came to the old man and asked, "Old man, is it you who want to make scented tea?"

The old man nodded: "This is medicine for us."

"I'm sorry, I want to help, but there's nothing I can do." Paskoma lowered his head sadly: "The spirit tree hasn't sprouted yet, and I'm afraid... there won't be any blooming spirits this year."

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, and without flowers, how can she make scented tea?

"Okay then, I'm going back to take care of my wife... I'll trouble Master again next year." After listening to the old man, he trembled and almost fell down. Yitule went up to help him, and the old man nodded and walked towards the gate without saying anything. go.

Paskoma asked the old man to sit down and drink some tea and pastries before leaving, but the old man waved his hand and refused, turning into the crowd at the door and quickly disappearing.

"Oh, what is this?"

Kaisha was suddenly worried that the old lady and her son would meet at the other end of the curtain next year, and the waiting of two people became one of them staying behind.

"Miss Boss." Kahn suddenly stopped Paskoma, and Kaisha couldn't help but look up to see what he was about to say.

"What's wrong? Is it not to your liking?"

"No, I want to ask if this pot of spiritual tea is the same kind as the old man said just now?" He pointed to the teapot on the table, poured the tea into the cup, and the aroma was overflowing, but he didn't drink it because it was too hot.

Kahn felt that scented tea made from blooming spirit flowers would be a bit unpalatable no matter how delicious it was. After all, it was a spirit flower that had carried the spirits of the dead. The subjective feeling is a bit like making tea with ashes, full of taboo and disrespect.

"It's different." Paskoma shook his head, reassuring Kahn.

"This is tea for psychics," said the proprietress.

"Psychic?" Kahn felt that this psychic might be different from what he understood.

"Yes, the blooming spirit flower only blooms for one night. If you can't find the spirit of your loved one in the flower that night, it means you will miss it forever. And this spiritual tea can help people find their loved ones more easily among the blooming spirit flowers all over the mountains and plains." .”

"Oh." Kahn nodded: "This year the Blossoming Spirit Flower will not bloom, so is it still useful to drink it?"

Many had feared that Ionia would no longer have a "spirit", a sign that the imbalance still pervaded the land and its people.

Paskoma shook his head: "This is the custom here."

"Okay, thank you for clarifying." Kahn picked up the teacup and took a sip, while the proprietress continued to greet the guests.

The three of them drank tea while eating cakes. The sweetness of the tea lightened their bitter mood.

Kahn and Kaisha chatted from time to time, while watching the two of them busy in the shop.

He saw Itule move a pile of iron tools to the door of the kitchen, which were almost all the sharp tools in the house, including kitchen knives, hacksaws, hooks and sickles, and a family heirloom rusted iron sword.

Itule picked up one of the sharp objects and dug a hole under the corner of the tea room.

The root system in the room was thick and strong, and with a little force, he just carefully inserted the first knife under the root of the tree.

Then he changed the room and repeated the above operation.

"What is this doing?" Kasha asked.

"Buying sharp weapons on the Blossom Festival is to pray for a peaceful festival and let us let go of past disputes during the festival." Akali said that although she knew it, she never did it.

She was outside alone, and the weapon was her best protection, and it was impossible to bury it in the soil.

This custom is related to a legend. In the legend, a pair of good brothers turned against each other because of a pair of divine swords. Later, they realized that their disputes were all caused by the divine swords, so they buried the source of all disputes and reconciled.

"The times are different, I think this custom needs to be changed to some extent." Even Akali said the same.

"How to change it?"