
The Sound of Wind Chimes in Iron Bar Lane
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The bluestone road in Tiepixiang has passed through ten years of sunrise and moonset. In the watch shop on the east side of the street, Shen Shixiu's tweezers held not only the gears, but also the word "Su" engraved on the back of each watch. Ten years ago, a poor and angry word made him lock his love into the ticking time, guarding the cabinet full of clocks, and never had a crush on anyone again. In the tailor shop on the west side of the street, Su Jinwei's needlework not only sews silk threads, but also sews the measurements secretly into every piece of men's clothing. I still had the courage to fall out with my family because of him, but I was held back by that little bit of face. After going around in circles for ten years, I returned to this alley and opened a tailor shop. Brass bells jingled at the entrance of the alley, the watch repairman squinted, and the sewing man pursed his lips. A block apart, they hid their concerns in gears and threads, just waiting for an opportunity to break through the phrase "I'm still waiting for you" that they had been holding back for ten years.
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