Deep in Wutong Lane, there is always a faded wooden sign hanging on the wooden door of the "Old Time Grocery Store": "Repair tables and chairs, renovate old items, the price is negotiable."
The owner, Chen Mo, wears a pair of fake reading glasses, can turn a rusty bicycle into a retro mount with a Bluetooth speaker, and can also twist strange hot gears out of a broken pocket watch.
Until one day, Fatty Wang next door carried an ancestral washboard and cried: "My wife wants a gaming chair!"
The next day, white-collar Lin Wan came to the door with a steaming thermos: "I can sing "The East Is Red" by myself in the middle of the night..."
As a result, the shop quietly added a side business: specializing in the treatment of old things that "have become refined"——
The radio that replays love words on a full moon night, the dressing table with strangers' names engraved on it, the old sewing machine that always pricks your fingers when sewing...
Chen Mo sharpened the chisel and listened to the wood chips falling on the old wooden floor. He suddenly discovered that every piece of scrap metal that was thrown away contained a secret that would not be let go.
And when the city clocks began to collectively slow down by half a beat, the old locust trees at the alley dropped movie ticket stubs from the 1970s on a windless day——
This shop, which only accepts "rags and rags", has become the most down-to-earth "end of weird stories" in the reinforced concrete city.
