
How Can the Evening Breeze Know My Intention?
by Yun Chuliang
About This Novel
An old bookstore hidden in an old alley, A furnace burns away the warmth of winter, A pair of people with gray hair and black hair. They repaired old books, mended window paper, dried cotton wool, and cooked hot porridge. Take in stray cats and dogs, be kind to strangers passing by, Guarding a small world and living an ordinary and trivial life. There is no excitement, no ups and downs, Only the company of morning and evening, the four seasons of peace, and the gentle fireworks. The wind comes to block the wind, the rain comes to cover the rain, the cold comes to keep warm, and the new year comes to protect each other. Time is not in a hurry, time is not rushed, The evening breeze knows my thoughts best and stays with you in Changan every year.
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