In the teahouse, some old men were chattering and listening to the ditty on the stage. The orange peel of melon seed shell is everywhere on the ground, and there is a burst of orange fragrance in the room.

Snowflakes were floating outside, and mists were rising from the windows.

The man sitting at the door nodded, heard the outside shout and immediately stood up, lifted the curtain to invite the guests in, found an empty table to invite people to sit down and did not leave. He ordered to serve tea alone, and it was easy to recognize the accident, but this kind of street teahouse, if you want...