In the study, scrolls were piled like mountains, layer upon layer, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance of ink, like the elegant charm drifting out from ancient poems.
Sunlight passed through the delicate window lattice, casting mottled shadows like fragments of time swaying gently in the quiet space.
Chen Xiaojun sat upright before the desk, his fingers lightly rubbing the teacup. Then he slowly pushed the cup of Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea toward the person before him. The tea's aroma curled upward, intertwining with the scent of ink into a moving picture.
"Uncle Zhou, long time no see!" Chen Xiaojun said gently.
Zhou Tianshu had a slender frame and wore a refined, gentle smile. He lightly accepted the teacup and examined it carefully. "This Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea is one of the four great spirit teas. Its color is like jade, its fragrance like orchids. To share tea with you today, young master, is truly my good fortune."
As he spoke, he raised the teacup and took a light sip of the Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea. The tea fragrance spread through his mouth, as if it could cleanse the dust from the soul.
He sighed. "Good tea. Truly good tea!"
Chen Xiaojun tasted a sip of tea, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile. "You're too courteous, Uncle Zhou. Good tea needs a kindred spirit to match it, and Uncle Zhou is precisely that rare kindred spirit."
Zhou Tianshu set down the teacup and took out a small booklet. He gently placed it on the table. "This is the intelligence you wanted, young master. It took some effort, but I have finally fulfilled your request."
Inside the study, the light was soft, and the strands of sunlight seemed to grow even warmer as they