Chapter 151 - The ticket to join (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Instead of driving me back to Vancouver, Papa 8’s man drives all the way west from the farm. I don’t ask him why. I’m used to it anyway.

No matter Papa 8 or his staff, it seems that there are mysterious feelings about doing things. They won’t tell you what to do in advance. When we arrive the destination, I will always know what I should know anyway.

We drive to the west for half a day, and finally arrive a small town near the beach. The car is driven all the way to a small pier near the town.

This is a private yacht pier. There are many yachts, big and small, moored on both sides. The security guard at the door stops our car. Papa 8’s man shows a pass and the guard just lets us in.

This pier is not big. I see some workers are repairing the yachts, and others are painting or doing maintenance.

Papa 8’s man takes me all the way to an exit where a white yacht is parking. The yacht has two hulls. The place where the yacht should be painted is empty. Two men carrying a bucket of paint are painting on the yacht.

“Just go up.” He simply tells me.

When I get on the yacht and step into the cabin, I see Papa 8’s slightly cold face. His eyes are deep and he seems to be thinking about a difficult problem. But when he sees me come in, smiling a little, looking up at me. His face is still so calm and his tone is still gentle: “Little 5, you are back?”

“Yeah!”

I put down my bag and standing in front of him.

“Sit.”

I notice that there are several cups on the table. Each cup contains residual tea, and There are even two cups seem to have never been drunk. Obviously, not long before I came here, there were some guests here.

He then fiddles with the tea set in front of him, acting like a running cloud, washing and pouring a cup of tea, hands it to me. The expression on his face does not show any sadness or joyness, just like a pool of calm lake without the waves.

I take the cup with both hands and take a sip.

“How’s the taste?” He takes a look at me.

“Well, it’s good!”

“You can taste it is good or not?”

“I can’t” I smile mildly, “To be honestly, I hardly know anything about tea ceremony. I can’t tell its good or bad. I don’t know much about tea either. But your tea must be good, that’s it.”

He is smiling and squinting at me, “You’re honest.”

“No,” I say lightly, “I can lie, too. There are few people in the world who don’t tell lies. But I don’t think it’s necessary to lie about this.”

“You are a very good young man.” He’s saying with the smile, “I spoke to Old Cat and Konny on the phone just before you came. They all say you’re good.”

There’s no expression on my face, I just listen to him quitely.

He is sighing deeply: “You’re right. No one in the world can never lie for a lifetime. Actually, let me tell you a little secret…”