In the capital, in an ancient courtyard, the sky is gradually turning yellow, and the sun is setting, and the brilliance scattered in the courtyard is reflected on the lake in this small courtyard with a special charm.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a touch of white on his sideburns and a black robe worn by ancient Confucian scholars. He looked about thirty or forty years old. His complexion was as gentle as jade, yet majestic, sitting on a chair in the pavilion. Taste the tea carefully.

The tea in the teacup is very particular. The royal brand of Xihu Longjing Super Eighteen before Ming Dynasty has a market circulating price of 12 thousand. However, this middle-aged man with a gentle complexion treats it as ordinary tea. No expression fluctuations can be seen on it.

For people who can live in this yard...No, it should be said that people who can live in this special and small area is a very special symbol in itself.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, people who think of money as dung are all those who can live in this area. Of course, there are also one or two financial fans who are exceptions.

The Royal Brand West Lake Longjing Super Imperial Eighteen before Ming Dynasty. A middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe can taste it as drinking water, because although the price is relatively more expensive, it is still very easy to get on the market.

Of course, there are even more rare things in his house, eighteen trees in the Old Longjing Imperial Tea Garden.

A few years ago, the best price for Longjing before Ming Dynasty was around 50,000 yuan a catty. This means Longjing with eighteen trees.

And these eighteen trees, one tree has 400 buds, and a total of 7,200 buds are collected. It can produce about two or two a year. There is no way to talk with the price. It can be said that the money can’t buy it. Rare stuff.

This rare thing is a special agricultural product for special people, and only a small number of people can drink it in the entire Nuo Da dynasty. It just so happens that the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion is one of them.

In fact, this rare thing sounds very precious, of course it is really precious, but when you get it, you don’t have the glamorous packaging that outsiders think. It just picks up a little bit from that place in a plastic bag for you, or takes rice paper. Wrap it up for you, the packaging is very unpretentious.

Even the middle-aged man in a black Confucian robe in front of him doesn't have too much weight in his hand. There are better tea leaves on it, such as the big red robe of the mother tree on Wuyi San, but there are only those few. The old man Wei and his family can taste it, even he has to stare.

"Patriarch."

I don't know when, a strong man in a black suit suddenly walked out of the corner of the yard. He knelt on one knee facing the middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion, bent his head deeply and bowed his head.

But the middle-aged man didn't seem to hear these words. He was still drinking the tea. After a while, he put down the teacup. The bottom of the teacup hit the tabletop and made an undetectable sound. The strong man in the suit trembled in his ears. , But I heard this sound that is impossible to detect in ordinary people's ears!

When the soft noise completely disappeared, and the middle-aged man in the pavilion didn't mean to turn around. The man in the suit still didn't mean to raise his head, but he respectfully said in a deep voice, "The young master was there recently. It has already started to move, and has created a literary work sweeping the neon. I took a physical book from there."

"Go on, I'm listening."

The middle-aged man sitting in the pavilion finally got a reply, but he didn't mean to turn around.

Seeing this scene made Li Dashan breathed a sigh of relief, and took a hardcover book from his arms and put it aside.

Originally, this book was still not on sale in Neon, but as Li Dashan, it was easy to get a copy in advance. This is also the Chinese version that was printed quickly over there.

He continued to sort out the information collected these days, quickly organized the language, and said: "At the same time, the young master also published his own cartoons in the weekly jump these days. It seems that progress is a bit...not very smooth, and there is only The Toxic Island family is the same as before. The other families with weaker foundations chose to leave separately, and the young master did not intend to pursue it.

"Well, say hello to Neon, you go down first."

The middle-aged man said faintly, Li Dashan quickly responded, stood up slowly and then retreated.

Just as Li Dashan was about to leave, the middle-aged man shouted at Li Dashan again, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone, "Don’t do things too thoroughly, just use a simple greeting to warn about those uneasiness. The person who divides it is fine. As for this matter, try to...Don't let him know..."

"Okay, Patriarch."

Li Dashan bowed deeply again, turned around and quietly left the courtyard.

Suddenly the entire yard seemed empty again, Wang Rendao just stood up from the chair on the pavilion. It was a face that was as gentle as jade but showing vicissitudes of life. The whole person's temperament was like an ancient and respected Confucian. The gentleman mentioned in the book is of this type.

Even though Wang Rendao has entered middle age ~lightnovelpub.net~, except for his slightly pale sideburns and a slightly vicissitudes of life, there is no sign of old age. It can be said that he is a handsome middle-aged male god. One.

This is an extraordinary status, high-ranking Patriarch of the Celestial Family, and at this time, in this courtyard where there are no outsiders, he feels that his steps are a little empty for the first time when walking!

After walking a few steps, he bent down and picked up the hardcover book that was set aside. Wang Rendao sat on the steps of the pavilion without any particular attention, and didn't feel any dirt on the steps.

There is not a trace of the air that the contemporary patriarch of the celestial dynasty should have, and it is not like the benevolent way of the celestial prince in the eyes of others.

At this moment, he began to read the hardcover book in his hand with the slight yellow light scattered from the sky. The five Chinese characters "Five Centimeters Per Second" were written on the cover of the book. Wang Rendao stretched out his hand and slowly flipped through it.

It wasn't until the night was getting late that he closed the book in his hand and silently looked at the twinkling stars in the east, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth.

Second speed of five centimeters? The child really followed her mother, but he couldn't catch up with her even at a speed of five kilometers per second...

When a pretty middle-aged woman came out to call him out of the brightly lit room in the courtyard, Wang Rendao slowly stood up, flicked the dust off his body, and clenched the book with his hands on his back. , Step by step towards the brightly lit room.

However, Li Dashan, who just left this yard, has already taken the fastest flight of the passenger to Neon quietly. Some things have to be personally spoken to him by him, and he has not thought about whether the other party will agree, because he is behind him. It is the Heavenly King's family, and the man behind it is the Heavenly King Ren Dao.

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