The windows are bright and clean, and the tea is fragrant. This is probably people's first impression of the Winter Solstice teahouse. An ordinary commercial teahouse.
But. The bronze wind chimes beside the counter glowed softly in the dim light, and the gentle breeze brought with it the sound of metal colliding, dull and crisp, like a murmuring children's song. The huge camphor wood bookshelf smells fragrant, and the books are messy and covered with a thin layer of dust. On the wall, someone's inscription on plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums remains with the fragrance of ink, while the stove in the corner of the room is so warm that people feel comforted. Snowflakes were flying in the crystal ball on the tea table, and the rusty mailbox at the door was filled with newspapers and letters that had not been opened in time.
Here, it seems to be an elegant study with red sleeves and fragrant colors, but it is also comparable to Harry Potter's Mystery House, quiet and fascinating. Here, there is a special promise:
The only way to relieve worries is Du Kang. After entering this place, if you feel confused, or if you have traveled thousands of miles to find other people's voices, please go into the inner room, where there is a pot of Dukang and the owner's words to enlighten your mind. Note: The owner of the shop, who is pregnant with the winter solstice, has a sexual habit, and likes to study all kinds of things in the world. He is willing to add tea with bare hands and share his sorrows with guests over wine.