Those who have seen the teahouse, tell me about Grandpa Chang.

There are not many scenes in the teahouse, but the rise and fall of a teahouse shows decades of life on a square inch of land. It is fleeting, and the ups and downs of Yutai Teahouse for decades are in line with the different life experiences of tea drinkers, which really makes viewers sigh.

Undoubtedly, the soul of the teahouse is the owner Wang Lifa. He is a real nobody, running a teahouse left by his parents and working hard. He is very timid. When Kuomintang spies and American soldiers ran amok in Beijing after the failure of the Reform, teahouses declined day by day, but there were more and more "Don't talk about state affairs" in the shops, and the words became bigger and bigger. I still remember that he hurried all the way to the front of the coffee table and said in a tone of begging grandpa to tell grandma: Dear customers, let's not talk about state affairs! He is very smooth. When he talked with familiar tea drinkers about something inappropriate or secret, he lowered his head and his voice was low and distorted. His hands kept wiping the table like a lid, wiping away dust that didn't actually exist, let alone people who drank tea. From my point of view, I feel that his whole body movements are saying: Well, I have a special relationship with you. He is flattering. As soon as Mr. Qin entered the door, he immediately waited on him from front to back, followed Mr. Qin, and then turned around Mr. Qin for fear of being thoughtless. He said flattering words, flattering words, and looked at Qin Ye's face with good eyes. "I know how much you care about me and feel sorry for me. You will never let me sell hot tea in the street with a big teapot! " Listen to this sentence, with flattery, close-fitting, standing on the edge of Qin Ye with a bow, reminiscent of a Beijing Baer squatting on his master. When Master Qin unceremoniously sent the beggar mother and daughter out of the teahouse, but Master Qin often couldn't stand it and bought a bowl of carrion noodles for their mother and daughter, Wang Lifa wisely saw that Master Qin was secretly angry with someone. He deliberately went to the middle of the hall to replace grandpa four's desk and said, "grandpa four, it's very kind of you to give them noodles!" " However, I tell you: there are too many things on this road, too many! No one can control it! On the surface, this was said to Master Chang, but Wang Lifa's original intention was not on Master Qin. He turned around and said to Mr. Zhong, am I right? These three sentences and three actions put a slippery Wang Lifa alive in front of the readers.

But he is strange and not annoying, even strange and lovely. Whoever pried open the money first doesn't care how he left her, but in my opinion, Wang Lifa is not such a person. He once sighed: alas! "Pay for tea first", hot mouth! When he sent Kang away, he said, Stop asking me questions, I'm a mess now! I've never been so confused in my life! Daughter-in-law, you go with your aunt first, and I'll let the boss chase you! Aunt, if you can't do it outside, give it back to me! Kang said goodbye: old shopkeeper, you have worked hard and are smart! Wang Li sent two steps, then folded his hands and stood in awe, muttering, what are you doing hard? The bitterness and frustration of little people, under the deduction of Yu Shizhi, left an indelible impression on readers.

He's confused. He is thinking about the fate of his teahouse and the fate of the country and Beijing. He hopes that this year will be safe and his teahouse will open smoothly. He also hopes that China can bring him some hope. He once gently comforted embolus's mother: don't be afraid, how many times have we fired a gun, and we haven't been killed once. Beijing is a treasure! Cui Jiufeng told him that he saw through the demise of China. And Wang Lifa held back for a long time, jumping out: That dead horse is a living horse doctor! He still has unspeakable expectations for Beijing and China as a whole.

From the failure of Kang Youwei's innovation to the warlord's separatist regime, other teahouses collapsed and closed, while Wang Lifa even got the student apartment-he thought there was still some guarantee business in the war-torn era, and the teahouse in the front hall was not abolished. He changed the teahouse over and over again, thinking nothing but that his wife could stand there flatly and there would be tea customers at home. "I like progress all my life. I am anxious to see such a poor business! " This is what he said from the heart. When there were no tea guests at home and the shop was deserted, the first thing he said to the boss as soon as he came out of the backyard: get off the board! What time is it now? Don't open the door! This little guy has been busy for his teahouse all his life. He didn't do anything immoral and didn't want to lose money. He made some harmless abacus and took some clever tricks. He greeted everyone, bowed, and worked as a docile subject all his life. He only wants his children to be productive, frozen and hungry, just serious, but with the deterioration of the years, even these humble wishes can not be satisfied. Before the teahouse opened, people came in in waves, and it was even harder to send away refugees, patrolmen, soldiers, Song Enzi, Wu Xiangzi and officers. Who doesn't want to put some oil on it? He is a shopkeeper, and he was kind enough to catch the policeman. But after the patrolman left, he stepped down with one foot and said clearly, damn it! Fight! Fight! Today, tomorrow, always, what the fuck? It's the first time I've heard this versatile manned curse, but it's natural. From the failure of political reform to the separatist regime of warlords to the victory of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, when Kuomintang spies and American soldiers ran amok in Beijing, at first he was a shopkeeper, and in the eyes of tea drinkers, he was probably infinitely beautiful, but later he became humble day by day and watched the teahouse decline day by day. Looking at the old shopkeeper holding her shoulder in the corner, it seems that she is afraid of the cold. Watching this old shopkeeper be cornered by things around him step by step, and watching the teahouse go to the end bit by bit will always make readers sink bit by bit. Sink under this teahouse, sink into this world, sink to see the dark sky, sink to see the foggy ground, and sink to the bottom.

This edition of Beijing People's Art didn't point out the ending of the old shopkeeper hanging himself, so there would be no small crying field later, and there would be no allegro for silly Yang later: Little girl, come on, it will be bright eventually. Little girl, don't worry, the spring water in the western hills flows eastward. Bitter water goes, sweet water comes, and no one is a slave anymore. Fortunately, in the original work, people were pushed down, but in the end, they were given a piece of driftwood-one day, after all the hardships, no one was a slave anymore. However, in this version, it leaves readers with unlimited imagination.