spring dream

001

Two kilometers to the east of the Qiancheng Gate, there is a Zhalan Street, formerly known as Langfang Sitiao.There are always tourists on the street, some pictures are fresh, some are nostalgic, and it is lively all year round.

The shops here have changed with the times, changed and rebuilt, built and built, and now it is a modern decoration layout.It's just that no matter how the city evolves and develops, no matter how the buildings on the street are repainted and renovated, the teahouse always maintains its original style and charm standing in the middle of the street, and people who come and go will pay attention to it.

The sun caresses the golden glazed tile roof brightly. A dragon and a phoenix are carved at both ends of the roof ridge.

Red lanterns are hung high on both sides of the wooden archway, which is full of joy and auspiciousness, and the Spring Festival is coming soon.The two rows of small shops facing the street have already closed their doors. Walking in Shilan Street, the only sound that can be heard vaguely is the melodious and long bright voice in the teahouse.

There is a golden nanmu plaque embedded in the middle of the gate. The word "Heya" is strong and elegant, and its surface is plated with a thick layer of gold leaf.

After a while, the sky turned from white to gray, and thick dark clouds covered the light on the tiled roof. Immediately afterwards, winter snow fell down one after another.

There are six marble steps at the entrance of the teahouse, and the threshold is slightly higher. When the hollowed-out door leaf is pushed inward, a strong fragrance of tea blows in.The dress of the waiters is similar to that of the waiters in teahouses in the Song Dynasty, the only difference is that the long scarves in their hands have been replaced by square scarves.

The layout of the front hall is simple, the front is the stairs leading to the second floor, and there is a double wooden door on the left, from which you step into the main hall, you will have a wide view.

Warm lights filled the whole hall, and a half-person-high stage entered the eyes. One fat and one thin were talking about cross talk, and the guests on the wooden chairs and stools beside the square table were all laughing.At the end of a paragraph, there will be two more lines of opera, and after the applause falls, there will be sporadic sounds of cracking melon seeds and breaking peanuts.

Clear tea water emerges from the tip of the copper spout, and the closer you get, the more fragrant and stronger the jasmine smell.

The crosstalk talker picked up the microphone pole and walked slowly backstage, rubbing shoulders with several women in pink satin and smeared with rouge and gouache.The background cloth is replaced with a picture of the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and the women stand on tiptoe with lanterns, and their mouths are as light and ethereal as the singing of birds.

Throwing their sleeves, covering half of their faces, their slender eyebrows and eyes are full of pure light, their eyes occasionally glance at the tea customer in front of them, and occasionally fall on the man on the second floor, with his arms resting outside the railing, standing arched body.

The man looked young, and his clothes didn't match the style of the teahouse. The black baseball uniform was embroidered with a golden dragon, and his lower/body pair was dark gray loose harem pants, with the cuffs of the trousers tucked into brown high-top Martin boots.

A green slag, with bars on both sides, and sharp cheeks.On the left wrist is a string of Muna emerald beads, which are excellent for planting water. The diameter of a five-cent coin has a soft glue feel. A smoke that is about to burn is held between the tip of the right finger that hangs in the air, and the green wisp rises and gradually blurs out of his sight.

Those abyss-like eyes were dull, unfocused, long eyelashes drooping lazily, and the whole person looked lifeless.

From the wooden ladder on the right came the sound of trampling sneakers, and an immature-faced waiter straightened the cotton cap on his head, leaned in front of the man, and whispered in his ear, "Master Xiao, Police Officer Fang is here."

After Xiao Er heard this, there was still no movement. After a while, he slowly straightened up, crushed the cigarette butt with his fingertips, and walked towards the stairs step by step.

Fang Mingli didn't take his seat, nor was he wearing a police uniform. His broad shoulders were wrapped in a gray down vest, and he held two sharply grooved "lion heads" in his hands.Seeing Xiao Er, his expression suddenly became warm and gentle, and he hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back twice, and said with a smile, "Why is he still so sad when I see you, Uncle Fang?"

Xiao Er put his hands in his pockets, Gao Fang Mingli put half of his head, his eyes lowered to the ground, he slowly opened his mouth and called "Uncle Fang" politely.

With a voice like a subwoofer, it was hoarse but deep. Lu Xiaozhao led the two of them into the dark room in the southeast corner of the teahouse. As soon as he pushed the door open, his eyes were filled with dazzling calligraphy and paintings. Staring at the snow-white ceiling, he asked, "What do you want?"

"You said it's Chinese New Year, what would you like to give the old lady?" Fang Mingli couldn't help but glance around, the rows of glass cabinets were full of seductive jewels, making the dim light in the room even more warm Melting and soft.

The various ornaments are brightly colored, including pearl white, coral red, and enamel.

Xiao Er reported the serial number, and Lu Xiaozhao opened the second cabinet door without hesitation, and took down a string of Hetian Biyu's eighteen seeds from the third floor, and weaved the tassels and hanging rope with jade thread, which can be used as rosary beads or worn , "I remember that the old man eats fast and worships Buddha."

There were crow's feet in the corners of Fang Mingli's eyes, and he couldn't help smiling. He took it and held it in the palm of his hand. He took advantage of the dim light from the window to appreciate it carefully. There was a line of cat's eyes wrapped around the spinach green color. put the flannel on the table, and asked again, "Is it expensive?"

With one hand behind his head, Xiao Er stretched his slender legs forward, and said casually, "Your salary is three months."

This is still a stall price. If it is like those counter goods on the market that can only be put on the shelves after several times of turnover, at least it will have to be tripled or five times.Even so, Fang Mingli still sighed, giving a gift to his mother, how can it be too expensive, gritted his teeth and was taking out his card from his pocket, but Xiao Er raised his hand to stop him.

The other party's eyelids were slightly raised, his gaze was like a knife, he quickly scraped the person in front of him from head to toe, he opened his lips and teeth lightly, and asked, "What happened to the matter I asked you to investigate?"

Fang Mingli sighed even deeper.

He is over forty this year, and he has lived half his life. He has never met anyone in the workplace, but every time he faces Xiao Er, he always feels a kind of anxiety.

But he knew that it was because Xiao Er had a deep-rooted, almost crazy obsession with a person, and even time couldn't make him let go, let him let go.

Fang Mingli glanced out the window, then shook his head with difficulty: "It's been six years, are you still planning to give up?"