There is a saying in old Beijing: "The east is rich and the west is noble, the north is poor and the south is humble." However, in Jinyu Alley next to Yonghe Temple, there is a teahouse called "Yipin Tea" that attracts people from all religions and streams.
The shopkeeper, Mr. Li Sanye, is over sixty years old. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes hide the warmth of the world he has seen in half his life. At three o'clock every afternoon, he would push open the carved wooden door of the teahouse on time, not a minute too early and not a moment too late. At this time, the guest at the third table by the window must have already sat down - a middle-aged man who always wears a gray tunic suit and holds two walnuts in his hand.
No one knew his name. Teagoers called him "The Storyteller."
The storyteller never tells stories in teahouses. He only talks about one thing every day: gossip.
This is an imaginary dynasty, and any similarity is purely coincidental.
