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The Precious Teahouse - 6. Chapter 6

Tea...is

One of those rare treasures

Enjoyed throughout the world

Kit Chow

All the Tea in China

Eight

“You look happy,” Chen said the next morning.

San grinned wide as he helped her prepare a breakfast tray for Ziyu. “You told me to find my place in here.”

“Looks like you found more than a place,” Chen teased arranging assorted egg sandwiches garnished with strawberries on two plates. “Ziyu is smiling more easily. The tea house is making profit, you’ve helped turned us around. As far as I’m concerned, you are this tea house’s rare treasure.”

“You did the work,” San replied with a wide smile. Truth be told, the Precious Teahouse was the rare treasure. Without it, he’d never have met Ziyu, and this family that worked here.

“Regardless,” Chen paused in the act of placing a teapot on the tray, “without you, Ziyu faced a terrible decision. Thank you for helping us.”

San met her dark solemn gaze and nodded in understanding. He could only imagine what losing the Precious Teahouse would have been for every one. He was glad he’d helped.

Chen added hot water to the tea pot and closed the lid. “Now, enough about the past, go on, have a nice breakfast.”

San picked up the tray and leaned to kiss her cheek. He hurried out of the kitchen, and went upstairs to their apartment. Cha greeted him at the door meowing like a maniac. She was hungry; he paused in the kitchen to put her milk.

Cha happy, he carried his tray carefully to Ziyu’s bedroom. Ziyu was sprawled on the large bed, head buried under the pillows. San smiled as he settled the tray on the bedside table. Cha rushed in, jumped on the bed and on to Ziyu’s bare back. Ziyu shifted and Cha started purring.

“Wake up, sleepy head,” San said taking Cha off Ziyu’s back. Ziyu groaned, holding a pillow to his face as he turned over on his back, the sheet around his waist slipping lower. Drawing San’s gaze to soft skin on the curve of Ziyu’s hip. Ziyu threw the pillow to the side and glanced at him with bleary eyes.

“I made you breakfast,” San said when he managed to stop ogling Ziyu’s body. Cha dug sharp nails into his thigh and he let her go. “Chen made egg sandwiches, your favorite.”

Ziyu smiled sleepily, he leaned over to take that smile in a kiss, softly brushing Ziyu’s lips with his. San closed his eyes when Ziyu reached up to run fingers through his short hair. Ziyu sat up slowly, answering his kiss with soft brushes of his own. He brushed his hands over Ziyu’s arms; he cupped Ziyu’s jaw and moaned in pleasure when their kiss finally deepened.

“I can do this all day,” San said when they broke apart trying to catch his breathe. He touched Ziyu’s hair gently and pulled him into a hug. “We haven’t talked about us.”

“Who needs to talk?” Ziyu asked his face buried into his shoulder. “There are no words needed, San.”

Of course Ziyu wouldn’t want to talk about their relationship, San smiled. “Words are needed sometimes, Ziyu. There are things I need to tell you, that you need to tell me.”

“Why?” Ziyu pulled back slightly and shifted so that he was against the head board. He pulled the sheet over his hips and San mourned the loss of a perfectly good view.

Reaching for the tray, he placed over Ziyu’s lap and set about opening the dishes. “I’m a planner, and I like it when everything is planned out.”

Ziyu yawned, and rubbed his eyes. Cha perched on the pillow beside Ziyu purring loudly. They were such a pair. “Okay, what is do you want to say?”

San held out a cup of tea to Ziyu. “Take a sip, you’re still sleepy.”

Ziyu took the cup, sipped and smiled at San. “You’re so serious, San. I don’t think I’ll ever get over this side of you. What is bothering you?”

“Nothing,” San said quietly watching him. Ziyu’s brown eyes, his unruly hair, and oval face; he reached out and ran a finger over the dark shadow on Ziyu’s jaw. First time he’d seen Ziyu, he’d thought him too young to shave. “Do you remember what I told you about my father and his Pu’er tea when we first met?”

Ziyu placed his cup on the tray and tackled the sandwiches. “Your father wanted you to bring his tea to our Teahouse, but you went around trying to find another suitable place.”

“You’re never going to let me live that one down.” San smiled when Ziyu gave him a small smile. “It’s to be expected. You’re so filial, Ziyu.”

“I can’t help it,” Ziyu shrugged. “You have been with us three months, helping and making this tea house better. I owe you. How can I help with your father?”

“Do you remember the promise our fathers made to each other?”

Ziyu placed his sandwich on a plate and pointed to a writing desk by the window. “Top drawer, you’ll find a stack of letters there.”

San placed his own tea cup on the tray and went to the desk. He pulled out the drawer and paused when he found a very large stack of old letters tied together with a grey ribbon. Taking them out, he turned to Ziyu in question.

“I read them sometimes. Your father wrote to mine about his tea farm and his family. You,” Ziyu smiled, “his love for you is very clear in those letters.”

San carried the letters to the bed. He sat on the bed shifting until he was facing Ziyu. Legs crossed under him, he undid the ribbon holding the letters together.

Ziyu ate breakfast while he read through the old letters. His father’s words were full of passion for his farm, excitement when he got it right, disappointment when he failed. Stories about him and his mother, San smiled memories flooding him.

He’d grown up thinking he wanted to be nothing like his father. He’d complained about learning to pick tea, or how to inspect the leaves. He’d made a fuss when his father had forced him to work in the tea processing factory. His father, however, spoke of it like an adventure.

San walks with me at dusk through the fields, racing along, his energy mind boggling. There will come a day when I must leave all this to him, but for now, I find myself smiling watching him collect stones and try to hit the birds above.

San put the letters down and glanced up to meet Ziyu’s gaze.

“You want to ask if I know how to do tea painting,” Ziyu said quietly.

San nodded dropping his gaze to the letters on his lap. He’d make his father’s wish come true, he decided. They might not see eye to eye, but certain things, like this-, he glanced at Ziyu. “Can you?”

Ziyu sipped his tea. “You fought with your father about the Pu’er, and I fought with my father about tea painting. I can do it, but since my parents died, I haven’t done it. It was too painful.”

“Fought with your father?” San asked surprised.

Ziyu sighed and shook his head. “I too wanted a life away from this tea house once. Away from the family and the same old things, my sister went to the capital and I wanted to go away to learn art.”

No wonder Ziyu held on to the tea house so tightly. Guilt, he thought with a sigh.

Ziyu stared into his tea. “When I got the call about their accident, all I could remember was fighting with my father about tea painting. I was in my last year of college. They were both so proud of my work. Father kept saying I would be so good at tea painting. How I could make that skill part of the Precious Teahouse.”

Ziyu shook his head. “I didn’t want to do anything back here; I wanted to follow my sister in the capital. Make a name through painting and get a great apartment in the city-, when my parents died, the guilt.”

“You have nothing to be guilty about, Ziyu.” San reached over the tray to take Ziyu’s hand. “Your parents would be proud of you if they say this Teahouse today.”

Ziyu nodded his head down. “I don’t know if I can be as good as my father was with the tea painting. I’ll try it out, practice, but it won’t be as good as my father’s would have been.”

San squeezed his hand. “As long as you try, that’s all that matters.”

“What happens after I meet your father, San?” Ziyu covered his empty plate with his napkin and tangled their fingers. “Once I fulfill my father’s promise to your father, will you leave?”

“Do you want me to?”

“No.”

San clung to Ziyu. “Then I won’t leave.”

“Even after the six months are done?”

San smiled. “Even then,” he replied.

Ziyu’s face lit up with happiness. “Then, let’s find out just how rusty I am with my painting. Have you ever seen Chabaixi?”

San laughed and shook his head. “This will be my first time. You had better make it memorable, Ziyu.”

Chabaixi...

Delicate tea soup painting,

Appreciated at the very instant of creation,

For it dissipates quickly.

Nine

Ziyu was nervous. The last time he’d tried Chabaixi the pictures had turned into a disaster. San’s excitement was contagious. He’d infected Chen, Jade and Lee. His heart pounded at the smile on San’s face when he came into the kitchen followed by Jade and Lee.

Chen had been right. He’d been blind to San until the man had planted a kiss on him.

Love was hard to find, he’d long decided. So hard, that he’d almost given up on it. Through college, he’d gone through bad dates, unhealthy encounters with strange guys. His parents might have accepted him, but finding peers who understood him had been harder. What he hadn’t told San earlier was that his determination to move to the Capital had been tied to his need to fit in. The need to find love, and an environment he wouldn’t be judged for being who he was.

When his parents died and he’d returned to the Precious Teahouse, he’d given up those dreams and taken up the fight to keep the teahouse going. Somewhere along the way, he’d shelved his dreams for love.

“Ziyu,” San said touching his arm gently.

He glanced up to find San watching him carefully. “You’re lost in your thoughts again. Where do you go?”

Ziyu stared into dark eyes, a wave of emotion swamping him. “I can answer your question now.”

San frowned in confusion. “What question?”

“That first day I served you tea, you asked me if I believed in fated love.”

Chen, Jade and Lee stood on the other side of the kitchen table gaping at him. He ignored them and flung his arms around San’s shoulders.

“I know the answer now.”

San chuckled and pulled him close. “What’s the answer?”

Ziyu kissed San on the cheek and pulled back. “Yes.”

Lee chuckled, Jade hid her smile with a hand over her mouth but her eyes were shining. Chen clapped happily.

“I told you destiny would come to save us,” Chen declared.

Ziyu wondered for the millionth time if she wasn’t really a sorceress.

The kettle whistled and he pulled away from San. The table was set with all the tools he needed. San walked around the table to stand beside Chen. They all sat down on a bench while he went about mixing the tea soup. Unlike the tea leaves used for drinking tea, tea soup was made with tea dust. Grinded leaves that turned into a soup when mixed with hot water. He blended the mixture expertly, drawing on the memories of watching his father perform the same thing. When a nice foam appeared, he reached for a bamboo scoop and took in a deep breathe. This was the hard part, the technique intricate; he worked on bringing out bamboo trees swaying in the wind.

When he was done, he placed his bamboo scoop back in the holder and looked up to find Chen, San, Jade and Lee gaping.

“Is it bad?” he asked with a frown. He might have misshapen a few leaves on the bamboo, but the foam was clear.

“Wow!” Jade broke the silence. “How did you learn to do that?”

Ziyu sighed in relief. The shapes in the tea started to fade away and he shrugged. “My father used to make the pictures last for almost two hours. He taught me.”

San pushed the bowl back to him and demanded. “Do another one.”

Laughing, Ziyu spent the rest of the afternoon drawing rabbits, flowers, Chinese characters and butterflies. It was a wonder any work got done.

“My father will be impressed,” San said hours later. Chen was busy cooking. Jade and Lee were attending to customers out front.

“Do you think so,” Ziyu asked staring at the tea soup as the forest of bamboo he’d just drawn disappeared in the liquid. “What about you?”

San reached for the bamboo scoop and swirled the tea soup around. “We have a lifetime, Ziyu.”

“A lifetime,” Ziyu said with a raised brow. “What do you plan to do with all that time?”

San leaned over the table to kiss him. A sweet kiss that sent warm thrills through him. “Discovering everything about you, Ziyu,” San said when he sat again.

*****

Meeting Dahari Meor was like sitting to tea with his own father, Ziyu thought two weeks later. Dahari was in his late fifties, had a ready smile, except when he was talking business with his son. His eyes burned with passion for his tea farm.

San’s mother was warm like a day spent lying on the grass in an open field staring at the blue sky. She was easy to love. Where her husband was stubborn, she smoothed the way with smiles and a gentle way that had him wishing for his own mother.

San was lucky. To have both his parents still alive.

“My son took his time,” Dahari said when they were seated for tea. “I was starting to loose hope that he might return with you.”

Ziyu glanced at San with a smile. “He was helping me with the teahouse. Without him, I might have lost everything a few months ago.”

San’s mother, Mei patted her son’s arm. “He’s always been a good boy.”

San blushed slightly.

Dahari nodded in approval. “You own the tea house now that your father is gone. I’m sorry for missing your father’s funeral. I’d have loved to have tea with him one last time. He and I had a lot in common.”

Ziyu poured Dahari tea and bowed. “It will be my honor to hear the stories of your friendship.”

Dahari laughed. “We were full of mischief, and got into trouble often. Our parents had a hard time keeping us in line.”

“That sounds familiar,” Mei noted winking at San. “I’m glad he’s admitted that when you’re here San. I tried to remind him of his mischief days whenever he ranted about my dear San running off to swim at the river.”

Ziyu chuckled and stole a glance at San. San reached under the table to poke his thigh.

Clearing his throat, Ziyu fought to keep a straight face. “Because of you, he’s turned into a very responsible man. He’s so serious sometimes it’s scary,” Ziyu said with a laugh. “He’s very good with business.”

“He should be,” Dahari noted, sipping his tea. “I had a hell of a time when he came back from college. We argued about every procedure in the factory, in the farm, in the accounts. I thought he was going crazy.”

San gaped, making Ziyu and Mei laugh.

“I had the same reaction when he started staying at the Teahouse,” Ziyu said.

Dahari nodded and placed his teacup on the table. “I’m glad that you have been able to save the Precious Teahouse. I hope to visit it very soon, now that my son has chosen to stay there.”

Ziyu glanced at San for a moment before he bowed his head formally. “It will be an honor to serve you when you come.”

“Such a polite child,” Mei murmured.

“Father,” San said quietly. “As per your request, I brought Ziyu to you.”

Dahari took a folder at his elbow and held it out to Ziyu. “I would have come to Hanou earlier. If I had known the state of the Precious Teahouse, I’d have definitely made sure to help.”

Ziyu took the folder glancing at San in confusion.

“Tao and I were like brothers.” Dahari continued as Ziyu opened the folder. It was a delivery order of Pu'er tea. The cost was favorable, it would give them a handsome profit at the shop.

“I hope you can think of me as you would your father, Ziyu Yin,” Dahari said quietly.

“I’d like that very much too,” Ziyu said placing the folder on the table.

“Good,” Dahari said with a wide smile. “As promised, the aged Pu’er in my stores will go to the Precious Teahouse. It will be an honor to keep our businesses connected.”

Mei met Ziyu’s gaze, and said, “as well as our family.”

Her gaze spoke more than her words and he realized what she meant. San’s hand took his under the table and he blushed bowing slightly. She picked up the teapot and poured him tea.

“I look forward to endless hours with you, Ziyu. I’d love to hear all the tales San says you tell.” Mei poured tea for her son.

“Not to forget the Chabaixi,” Dahari said with a wide grin taking his cup he held it out to him in honor. “You are just as good as your father was, your art is beautiful.”

*****

And so it was that the Precious Teahouse was saved, forever safe in the care of San Meor and Ziyu Yin, and their generations to come. Their love bloomed, guarded ferociously, by Chen’s support, Jade’s compassion and Lee’s loyalty. Celebrated by San’s family, and nurtured every day by Ziyu and San.

If you visit the Precious Teahouse, Ziyu will pour you a cup and tell you a tale. And if you ask him why he loves tea so much, he’ll answer, “If people drank a cup of tea everyday, the pharmacists would starve, for you see, my dear customer, Tea is a cup of life.”

And I, dear reader, I can’t argue with that.

****

chabaixi- literally means hundred tea show - it is really tea painting
A/N - Another story over.  This story was a short experiment, thank you so much for liking it and the reviews.  I hope to bring you another one soon.  Please look forward to it.  Thanks again,
Sui.:P
2013, Suilan Lee
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Byebye Ziyu, San, and the Precious Teahouse. Each chapter brought back memories of my childhood Fridays where I rushed to finish my Chinese homework, except this time, it's a pleasant experience. It's crazy how fast this world of tea brewing, tales, and human connections drew me in. You have an amazing gift, and I can't wait to read what you come up with next. Thank you again for sharing.

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Thank you for this wonderful story. It gave insight to a new world to me and I loved every minute of it.

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So the story concludes, and at last Ziyu and San acknowledge their love for each

other and the teahouse. I'm happy that Ziyu meets San's parents, since their story

began with their fathers' close friendship. It all comes around full circle to end a

very artistic and beautiful tale. Thank you for sharing it with us.

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So a sweet, soothing, romantic and honest story comes to a beautiful end. I loved this story and enjoyed every moment with it. I'm surely gonna miss Ziyu, San, Chen and specially this Teahouse. You did a fabulous job with this story. :thankyou: for sharing it with us.

I'll be waiting for your next story. Post it soon! :)

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Awww, San and Ziyu's story is just beginning. This was beautiful as as all of your writing. Looking forward to hearing more from you! :read::2thumbs:

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On 05/05/2013 12:35 AM, Daithi said:
Beautiful story. Sorry to see it ended. Look forward to your next story
Sorry it ended too, but it felt right to end it there. Thanks Daithi for liking and reviewing :)
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On 05/05/2013 02:39 AM, vinnyvin said:
Byebye Ziyu, San, and the Precious Teahouse. Each chapter brought back memories of my childhood Fridays where I rushed to finish my Chinese homework, except this time, it's a pleasant experience. It's crazy how fast this world of tea brewing, tales, and human connections drew me in. You have an amazing gift, and I can't wait to read what you come up with next. Thank you again for sharing.
Thank you so much vinnyvin. It was my pleasure to share. That's funny about your Chinese homework. Glad I brought back great memories. Thank you again.
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On 05/05/2013 02:47 AM, aditus said:
Thank you for this wonderful story. It gave insight to a new world to me and I loved every minute of it.
You're welcome aditus, I'm glad you loved it too. :)
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On 05/05/2013 03:59 AM, Stephen said:
So the story concludes, and at last Ziyu and San acknowledge their love for each

other and the teahouse. I'm happy that Ziyu meets San's parents, since their story

began with their fathers' close friendship. It all comes around full circle to end a

very artistic and beautiful tale. Thank you for sharing it with us.

And so it does, Stephen. My poetic journey into tea ended here. I'm glad you loved it all and it was my pleasure to share. Ziyu and San will live on...hope you think about them when you take your next cup of tea. :) Thank you for reviewing and liking. It means a lot to me.
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On 05/06/2013 04:26 PM, sacredlove said:
So a sweet, soothing, romantic and honest story comes to a beautiful end. I loved this story and enjoyed every moment with it. I'm surely gonna miss Ziyu, San, Chen and specially this Teahouse. You did a fabulous job with this story. :thankyou: for sharing it with us.

I'll be waiting for your next story. Post it soon! :)

I miss them too. Thank you Sacred as always for liking and reviewing. And I'm glad you liked the story. I hope to come up with a new one soon. cheers, :):hug:
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On 05/07/2013 05:20 AM, joann414 said:
Awww, San and Ziyu's story is just beginning. This was beautiful as as all of your writing. Looking forward to hearing more from you! :read::2thumbs:
Thanks so much Joann for reviewing and loving this story. I hope to come up with a new one soon. :)
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This story was like a long haiku, Lilansui: so much said though with so few words. Elegant! I agree with you that it was the right place to end this story, but maybe one day through the eyes of another story we can learn a little bit of how things went with these delightful characters. Thank you for sharing! :worship:

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On 05/26/2013 10:11 PM, hillj69 said:
This story was like a long haiku, Lilansui: so much said though with so few words. Elegant! I agree with you that it was the right place to end this story, but maybe one day through the eyes of another story we can learn a little bit of how things went with these delightful characters. Thank you for sharing! :worship:
Hi, thank you for that wonderful compliment. It makes writing the story worth it, I had quite a tag of war trying to keep the story short with so much that can be said. I hope my muse brings me back to these two soon. :) I'm always happy to see your thoughts, thank you for the review.
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I think that Hill said it best. Your story really was elegant. I also love when a writer knows their subject. You clearly know a lot about tea and all the subjects around it. It makes the story a lot more real. I liked the slow build of their relationship too. The thing I kinda wish was that we got a bit more into their relationship. I would have liked to see the intimacy, physical and emotional, play out. It would have been nice to see them having the relationship on a different level. Aside from that, it was a great story. Look forward to another.

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On 06/23/2013 06:23 PM, Cannd said:
I think that Hill said it best. Your story really was elegant. I also love when a writer knows their subject. You clearly know a lot about tea and all the subjects around it. It makes the story a lot more real. I liked the slow build of their relationship too. The thing I kinda wish was that we got a bit more into their relationship. I would have liked to see the intimacy, physical and emotional, play out. It would have been nice to see them having the relationship on a different level. Aside from that, it was a great story. Look forward to another.
Thank you Cannd, that means a lot. I love knowing what readers thought, and with this story, it was especially special. In a way, I ended up focusing more on the tea and teahouse, and the people who live around that, I sacrificed the relationship...lol. Perhaps I'll come back to Ziyu and San just to revisit their romance. ;). Thank you for your review and your insightful thoughts.
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This is the second story of yours that I read. The elegance, the soft charm which I found in Love(Ai) was even more noticeable in this story. It feels almost artistic, poetic, I would say. The delicateness of the tea china, the sweet fragance of tea are imbibed in this story. I really like Asian cultures and to discover it through your stories is a real pleasure.

 

I love the ending of the story. The whole premise of this story was the characters' relationship with the teahouse and the ending shows how San, the visitor, is becoming part of it. It's not forced. It's just right.

 

Thanks for sharing this great story. :)

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On 07/07/2013 10:27 PM, Ieshwar said:
This is the second story of yours that I read. The elegance, the soft charm which I found in Love(Ai) was even more noticeable in this story. It feels almost artistic, poetic, I would say. The delicateness of the tea china, the sweet fragance of tea are imbibed in this story. I really like Asian cultures and to discover it through your stories is a real pleasure.

 

I love the ending of the story. The whole premise of this story was the characters' relationship with the teahouse and the ending shows how San, the visitor, is becoming part of it. It's not forced. It's just right.

 

Thanks for sharing this great story. :)

Hi Leshwar,

 

I loved reading your review, because while the story was about Ziyu and San, the main character was the teahouse, and reading your thoughts made my day because I was glad that came out to the reader. The teahouse embracing San and taking him in, :)

 

Thank you for your review, and I'm very happy that you loved The Precious Teahouse. Very lovely review.

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Thank you for the wonderful story. Recently I was able to enjoy some wonderful Puerh tea because of this story.

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On 08/04/2013 10:15 AM, pmdacey said:
Thank you for the wonderful story. Recently I was able to enjoy some wonderful Puerh tea because of this story.
Thank you! I'm happy you had some Puerh, it so delicious isn't it. Thank you for reading The Precious Teahouse. :)
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Thanks, an amazing story, full of tradition too. And I learned that tea painting exists, it is always nice when stories teach us things.

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On 6/17/2017 at 6:26 PM, sweetlion86 said:

Thanks, an amazing story, full of tradition too. And I learned that tea painting exists, it is always nice when stories teach us things.

Yes, a lot about tea in this one.  Tea is such a part of my life, I wondered what a story would look like if I tried, and came up with The Precious Teahouse. :)

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