I sat quietly in the teahouse, and the snowflakes outside the window were like dancers, flying with the cold current all over the sky. Rotating, a steaming cup of tea in front of me can't help but remind me of it.
She and I are close relatives and dear friends, and we know each other here. Even though she is not a good student in the eyes of the teacher's parents-fighting and poor grades, it does not affect our friendship. Because I know her, we care about each other and cherish each other.
We often come to this teahouse not only because we like the tea here, but also because we like the atmosphere here. We are used to naming the tea with faint fragrance here as "Friendship Tea".
However, I asked her to go to the teahouse several times recently, but she put it off under various excuses, and told me to concentrate on my studies and try to get a good class. Because it is the placement exam, I am not surprised.
Until that day, she asked her classmates to send me a letter. At first, I was still wondering what this girl did, how she wrote the letter and made it so mysterious. But when I opened the letter, it was like a bolt from the blue. It was a dear John letter. The letter said that our friendship was actually adulterated. She didn't treat me as a friend at all. She just wanted me to take care of her in her studies, but later she learned that my academic performance was not good either. Now I have no value to her, so she decided to break up with me. As for the tea, it is also bitter. I was short of breath, scolded myself for being too stupid, and misjudged others. From then on, I studied hard and my grades improved rapidly.
The exam came to a close, and I was admitted to Class One. Walking aimlessly alone in the street, I came to the teahouse unconsciously, sitting in my old seat, and the happy time we had flashed in front of me. The smell of tea floated slowly, very bitter and astringent.
The next day, I received a phone call from her sister and learned that she had a car accident. Before she died, she mentioned the letter. In fact, what she said in the letter was not true, but she was afraid of delaying my study and missing my future. In fact, she still cared about me and liked the bitter "friendship tea" ...
I collapsed there feebly and my bones were taken away. The voice slammed into my brain, tears kept coming, and my heart felt like being cut by a knife ...
I was sitting alone in the teahouse, the snow was still flying all over the sky, the teahouse was still there, the seat was still there, and my mood was still gone. The tea was still faint and fragrant, and the aroma was around me. I looked at the opposite seat and raised the cup of deep friendship tea, smiled and said softly, "Friend!