I took my admission letter from the History Department of Peking University and worked as a summer job at Fushengtang deep in the alley.
The owner, Shen Yan, is a weirdo. He always squats on the doorstep and licks strawberry lollipops. The antiques in the store are never sold for money, only for obsession.
Some people use ten years of life to exchange for a bronze mirror that can see their deceased wife again;
Some people exchange half their life's blessings for an old jade pendant that can hear the voice of an old friend.
I always thought that I was just a bystander listening to the story.
Until that day, Shen Yan looked at me with gentle and sad eyes:
"Su Wan, you are not a bystander."
"You are Fushengtang's most valuable treasure."
"An antique that has been sleeping for two thousand years."
The ancient things are silent, but they are hidden for a lifetime.
Every old thing here is waiting for a belated return.
And I have been waiting for two thousand years.
