Weird Office: Those Weird Humans

In a city at 30 degrees north latitude, there is an old street called "Wutong Lane". Under the sycamore tree at the end of the bluestone road, there is a faded wooden sign with "Weirdo Firm" written in cinnabar. The copper bell under the sign always rings softly when there is no wind. When you open the wooden door, you can hear the noise of an old-fashioned radio. There is a man wearing round glasses sitting behind the counter, always brewing different types of tea. "Welcome," he pushed up his glasses, "this place shelters all misfit souls. Do you want to sell regret medicine, buy mind-reading skills, or do you want to cure social terror? " No one knew his name, but the radio always played the same old song: "When you think you are a weirdo, don't be afraid, there will always be someone to accompany you to be crazy and silly..."