Long tea

There is a small tea shop on the street, which is very small.
Every time I go through the tea shop, I have to go to have a cup of tea. Maybe it is because I love tea. Maybe it is a kind of inexplicable feeling in my heart. I have an attachment to the tea there.
The tea shop is on the corner of the small street. It is very inconspicuous. If you don’t pay attention to it, you can’t find it at all. The tea shop is also very indecent. There are only two very old tables and a few ordinary stools. The place where the tea is brewed is very simple. It is just a small coal stove to cook the clear water. The old woman who cooks the tea is sitting by the fireside, and the fire is boring. The tea is very complete. Before the rain, Longjing, Shifeng Longjing, Mingqian Lion Peak Longjing, there are many varieties of Longjing, except Longjing, as well as chrysanthemum tea, jasmine tea, silver needle, hair wedge...
Every time I pass by the tea shop, I can always smell a touch of scent, slowly drifting into the air, and the fragrance is really hooked.
Another afternoon, I came to the tea shop as usual.
"Boss, give me a cup of Longjing before the rain."
The owner of the tea shop, a very thin old lady, slowly came over and took a very old copper kettle. He took a dish of Longjing tea before the rain and came to my desk. I took it at the table. A teacup was handed to her. She put the teacup on the table, put the water in, and put the tea into the water. Everything was very skilled and it was so tacit. After finishing this, she returned. In front of the furnace, the kettle was filled, silently fanned and fanned.
I looked at the tea in the cup, gently falling into the water, the water was reflected in the green and green; holding the cup slowly around the nose, a faint fragrance of Longjing drifted into my nose before the rain. A bit of a fine product, a fragrant, smooth feeling slowly melted in my mouth. The fatigue of the day was immediately driven away by the tea, and the whole person became energized.
I am very surprised that the look of the old lady in the tea shop is always so melancholy. I have never seen her laughing, and I never know that she is happy. Why is it that such a person who deals with tea every day is not happy, tea is so easy And the old lady lives so hard.
Later, I heard people say that the old lady has a son who is not filial. He has nothing to do all day, gambling all day, their life is very bitter, the old woman is not willing to get rid of the family, not willing to watch his son fall, not willing to give in to himself. Destiny, she came to the small street and set up a tea shop. No wonder the old lady is so depressed...
Or in the afternoon, or Longjing before the rain.
"The city is coming, the city is coming..."
Because of this sentence, the calm street is boiling up, and the stalls are running with nothing to do, and picking up the fruit and carrying the burden is mad. Only the old lady stood there, she could not run with a tea shop alone, she was old, she was tired. The tea shop was accepted and the old lady was taken away.
I am standing alone in a deserted street with a teacup.
Suddenly, there was a heavy rain, and the rain poured over me, pouring through the soul of everyone. The cup of fragrant rain before the Longjing was more scented by the rain, this may be the last cup of tea I had at the tea shop.
Later, I heard people say that the tea shop of the old lady was confiscated and was fined 3,000 yuan.
On the way home, she was killed by a car...
I can't understand the mood when the old lady was confiscated. Maybe it is grief. The little tea shop is her hope!
Maybe the old lady is tired, she has long slept...
The tea shop is gone, my life has become monotonous. Every time I walk through the small street, I am very upset, nostalgic to the tea shop, nostalgic to Longjing before the rain, nostalgia for the old lady, nostalgia for the tea that the old lady cooked...

Long tea

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