After the car left the western suburbs, it headed north towards Yongdingmen Street.
Chen Xia said: "We have to order the dress today. Our wedding is not Westernized and is all traditional Chinese etiquette, so you have to wear a Zhongshan suit. I am wearing a cheongsam, and I wear wedding dresses and suits when I go to Taiwan.
I have asked someone to contact these two sets of clothes in France, so you and I naturally don’t have to run over there. We have to find someone to tailor the Zhongshan suits and cheongsams. There is an old man with a very weird temper in Tianqiao.
He only looks at the size of people's clothes, so we have to go there in person. The old man's ancestor was a tailor for the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. Later, when his father's generation came, he gave it to him.
Mr. Zhongshan became a tailor. The original Zhongshan outfit was made by him, and the military uniform of Zhang Dashang, the Northeast, was also the one. I heard that Mr. Du and Huang Jinrong had specially ran to the capital to find him, and the tailor was at the old man.
The business was not abandoned, but the business was not big. There was only a doorman named Zhao Fuxiang in an alley in Tianqiao. He did not open to the public and only accepted regular customers who were introduced to him. But even if the old man was in the schedule, he was still in the same schedule.
Very full and has almost no spare time. If it weren't for his father's outfit from top to bottom, I'm afraid we would have to wait for him in March or May if we had to find him."
"Is it Zhongshan outfit? I have been used to wearing coarse cloth clothes in the past twenty years, and I have never worn them even though I have never worn them." Xiang Que said with a smile.
Chen Xia leaned on him and comforted him, "I know this is the rule of your Gujingguan, but this is the only time in life when marriage is important, you have to follow me."
Xiang Que gently patted her face and said, "You have spent half your life with gentle support to accompany me until old age, how can I let you live in disgrace?"
Chen Dong, who was driving in front, stretched out his thumb and said in admiration: "Brother-in-law, you are such a flirting trick, and lies are heart-warming, you are so flirting!"
Xiang Que stretched his neck speechlessly and shouted, "Mao's routine is sincere. I am sincere to your sister..."
More than an hour later, the car drove to Yongdingmen Street. The three of them walked into an alley and found the door with a plaque with Zhao Fuxiang hanging on the door. The storefront was not much, and it was only about forty square meters, and it was piled up in a mess.
There was fabric everywhere, and an old man with reading glasses was gesturing with a soft ruler. After Chen Xia knocked in the door and greeted him politely.
The old man raised his eyelids and asked, "Chen Sanjin's son-in-law and daughter?"
“Yes, old sir”
"Well, okay, sit there for a while, wait." The old man pointed to the room. Chen Dong glanced at him without seeing a chair. He said speechlessly: "The more strange the temper, you see
No, it's weird to act."
Xiang Que, Chen Xia and Chen Dong were standing there, watching the old man cutting it carefully with his hands behind his back. After waiting for more than twenty minutes, the old man had no intention of greeting them. Chen Dong rubbed his hands and felt numb.
His legs said, "I'm going out for a walk? When I came, I saw a teahouse in the alley. Let's go and have a rest?"
The old man suddenly looked up and asked, "Huh? You haven't left yet?"
Chen Dong suddenly said in a daze: "Uncle, didn't you let us sit here?"
The old man held the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, said oh, "Okay, it's okay, then you go."
"No, uncle, what does this mean? We came and stood for more than half an hour, and did nothing, so why did we let go?"
The old man waved his hand impatiently and said, "Let's go, let's go, what else can you do? Isn't it just to make two sets of clothes? I know you can leave."
Chen Dong was still talking, Chen Xia pulled him and bent down to thank him, saying, "Then I'll trouble the old man."
The three of them came out of Zhao Fuxiang, Chen Dong muttered and said to Que: "Actually, when we first came in, the old man had already looked at him almost. His eyes were poisonous. After a few glances, he probably took a look.
I've shown you my sister and I. These old craftsmen are all about the skills of being a good person and can be easily picked up."
When he walked to the entrance of the alley, Chen Dong pointed to the teahouse next to him and said, "Come on the go and rest for a while? My calves are about to get cramps."
Chen Xia glared at him and said, "Look at your prospect."
Xiang Qu suddenly looked up at the teahouse above his head, frowned and seemed to be listening to something. Chen Dong was still quarreling with Chen Xia, Xiang Qu suddenly said, "Okay, go up and sit down."
The three of them came upstairs. There were not many people in the teahouse. There were only three of them beside the eight tables. They were all elderly people. There was a pot of tea and a few cups of cups on the tea table. There was a table in front of them.
Sitting there was an old man with his eyes closed, wearing a zipper dress, waving his fan on his hands and telling the story.
"Wine flags and drinks in the Gu Tianqiao City, how many tourists don't remember their homes" is the most realistic portrayal of the old Beijing Tianqiao. Decades ago, the sky bridge was filled with people who were playing tricks and performing arts everywhere, and the capital has always been the most crowded place.
, craftsmen who beg for food by hand and art will basically gather here, so at that time, almost half of Chinese craftsmen have made a living here for thousands of years. They will leave after making enough money or money.
Some may have been rooted here for the rest of their lives. In modern times, due to social development and other reasons, many craftsmen have gradually become rare. The scene of Tianqiao has gradually disappeared, but there are a few old cultures that still exist.
For example, in teahouses, they talk about books and operas, and play erhu and shout Jingdong drums.
The three of them sat down and someone came to ask. Chen Xia casually ordered a pot of tea and drank it slowly.
The old man on the stage with his eyes closed seemed to be talking about books from the Zhenguan period. After listening to a few words, Chen Dong became bored. He yawned and played with the teacup and asked, "I always close my eyes, this is what it means.
Can you be more stateful when you start a book?"
Chen Xia frowned and said softly: "That old man should be a blind man."
"Wow" the old blind man who was telling the story suddenly shook the paper fan in his hand, shook it lightly, and said, "Wu Zhao, who was only fourteen years old at that time, entered the Tai Chi Palace because of his handsome appearance and talent, and his luck is good.
This was taken a fancy to Li Shimin, so he favored him well and became a martial artist from then on... This martial artist is very likable and deeply favored by Li Shimin for several days.
They all asked her to serve her. Just when Wu Cairen felt that she wanted to soar into the sky, she never thought that the two Taoist priests in the Taishi Bureau, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang suddenly came to Li Shimin."
At the tea table, several old people listened with relish, and Chen Xia and Chen Dong were gradually attracted by the old man who was full of love.
Only, Xiang Que narrowed his eyes and looked at the old blind man quietly, his face was gloomy and clear.
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