After the car left the western suburbs, it drove all the way north to Yongdingmen Street.

Chen Xia said: "We have to order the dress today. Our wedding is not Westernized but is all traditional Chinese etiquette, so you have to wear a Chinese tunic suit. I wear a cheongsam. I will wear the wedding dress and suit on the stage.

Wait, I've already sent people to France to contact you about these two sets of clothes. Naturally, you and I don't need them.

We ran over. We had to find someone to tailor the Chinese tunic suit and cheongsam. There was an old man with a very weird temper at Tianqiao. He only saw people making clothes, not the size, so we had to go there in person. Mr.

His ancestors were tailors for the royal family of the Qing Dynasty. Later, when his father's generation came, he was a tailor.

Mr. Zhongshan became a tailor, and the original Chinese tunic suit was made by him, as well as the military uniforms of Marshal Zhang from the Northeast. I heard that Mr. Du and Huang Huangrong from Shanghai even went to the capital to look for him. They were tailors by the old man.

The business has not been abandoned, but the business is not large, only in an alley in Tianqiao

There is a shop owner called Zhao Fuxiang, who is not open to the public and only accepts regular customers who are introduced. However, even so, the old man’s schedule is very full, and there is almost no free time. If it weren’t for my dad’s top-to-bottom outfit,

He made all my outfits, I’m afraid we have to wait in March or May to find him.”

"Mao suit? In the past 20 years, I have been accustomed to wearing coarse cloth clothes and I have never worn anything remotely similar," Xiang Que said with a smile.

Chen Xia leaned on him and said comfortingly: "I know this is the rule of your Gujing Temple, but marriage is only a once-in-a-lifetime event, so you have to obey me."

Xiang Que gently patted her cheek and said, "You have spent half your life being gentle and gentle with me until I grow old. How can I let you live in despair?"

Chen Dong, who was driving in front, stretched out his thumb and said in admiration: "Brother-in-law, you are really like this, your tricks are sultry, your lies are so charming, you are so good at speaking!"

Xiang Que stretched his neck speechlessly and shouted: "Mao's tricks are sincere. I treat your sister sincerely from the bottom of my heart..."

More than an hour later, the car drove to the Yongdingmen Street area. The three of them walked into an alley and found the front of a store with a Zhaofuxiang plaque on the door. The front was small, only about forty square meters, and it was piled up in a messy manner.

There was fabric everywhere, and an old man wearing reading glasses was making gestures with a tape ruler. Chen Xia knocked on the door and came in, saying hello politely.

The old man raised his eyelids and asked: "Chen Sanjin's uncle and daughter?"

"Yes, sir"

"Well, okay, sit there for a while and wait." The old man pointed to the room. Chen Dong glanced twice and found no chair. He whispered speechlessly: "The more eccentric people are, you see

No, he behaves strangely."

Xiang Que, Chen Xia and Chen Dong were standing there, with their hands behind their backs watching the old man's meticulous tailoring. After waiting for more than 20 minutes, the old man showed no intention of greeting them. Chen Dong rubbed his numb skin.

Legs said: "I'm going out for a walk. When I came here, I saw a teahouse in the alley. Why don't you go and have a rest?"

The old gentleman suddenly raised his head and asked, "Huh? You haven't left yet?"

Chen Dong suddenly said in confusion: "Uncle, didn't you ask us to sit here and wait?"

The old man adjusted the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Okay, it's okay, then you can go."

"No, uncle, what do you mean? We came here and stood there for more than half an hour and didn't do anything. Why did we just let him go?"

The old gentleman waved his hand impatiently and said: "Let's go, let's go, what else can you do? Isn't it just making two sets of clothes? I understand and you can go."

Chen Dong was still talking, but Chen Xia pulled him, then bent down to thank him, and said, "Then I'll trouble the old man."

The three of them came out of Zhao Fu Xiang, Chen Dong muttered, and said to Xiang Que: "Actually, when we first came in, this old gentleman had already taken a look at him. His eyes were poisonous. After a few glances, he probably...

You and I have already shown you that these veteran craftsmen are all very good at what they do and can pick them up easily."

When he reached the entrance of the alley, Chen Dong pointed to the teahouse next to him and said, "Let's go up and have a rest? My calves are getting cramped when I stand."

Chen Xia glared at him and said, "Look at your potential."

Xiang Que suddenly raised his head and glanced at the teahouse above his head, frowning as if listening to something. Chen Dong was still chatting with Chen Xia, and Xiang Que suddenly said: "Okay, let's go up and sit down for a while."

The three of them came upstairs. There were not many people in the teahouse. Only three of the eight tables were occupied, and they were all elderly people. There was a pot of tea and a few cups on the tea table, and there was a table in front of it.

Sitting there was an old man with his eyes closed, wearing linen clothes, waving a fan and telling a story.

"The city of Tianqiao is filled with wine, flags and drums, and many tourists do not remember their home." This can be regarded as the most authentic portrayal of the old Beijing flyover. A few decades ago, the flyover was full of people doing business and traveling around the world. The capital has always been the most crowded place.

, the craftsmen who were doing tricks and performing arts for food basically gathered here, so the bridge at that time had almost half of the craftsmanship in China for thousands of years.

People make a living here and only leave after they have earned enough money for food or accommodation. Some may stay here for a lifetime. In modern times, due to social development and other reasons, craftsmen have gradually become less common. The scene of the bridge in the past

It has gradually disappeared, but some old cultures still exist, such as storytelling and singing in teahouses, and people playing the erhu and shouting Jingdong drums.

The three of them sat down and someone came over to ask. Chen Xia casually ordered a pot of tea and drank it slowly.

The old man with his eyes closed on the stage seemed to be talking about a book from the Zhenguan period. After listening to a few sentences, Chen Dong became bored. He yawned and played with the tea cup and asked: "I always keep my eyes closed. What does this mean?"

Can I feel better when I start reading?"

Chen Xia frowned and said softly: "That old gentleman should be a blind man."

"Wow." The old blind storyteller suddenly shook the paper fan in his hand and said, "Wu Zhao, who was only fourteen years old at that time, entered the Tai Chi Palace because he was handsome, talented, talented, and had good luck.

Li Shimin fell in love with this, so he favored him, and from then on he became a

For Wu Cairen... This Wu Cairen is very lovable and won Li Shimin's favor. He let her sleep with her for several days in a row. Just when Wu Cairen felt that he wanted to soar to the sky,

Who would have thought that the two Taoist priests from the Taishi Bureau, Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang, would suddenly find Li Shimin?"

At the tea table, several elderly people listened with great interest, and Chen Xia and Chen Dong were gradually attracted by this affectionate old man.

Only Xiang Que squinted his eyes and looked at the old blind man quietly, his face uncertain.
Chapter completed!