On the bluestone road in the old city, sycamore leaves fall and grow again. Lin Yan guarded his "Yanzhi Study", accompanied by yellowed pages and quiet time, like a plant growing quietly in the corner, gentle and self-contained.
Until Shen Chi's appearance, like a strong wind, shattered the tranquility of the alley. In his hurry, he knocked over the flower stand at the door of the bookstore, and the crisp sound of the pottery pot breaking became the prologue to the story of the two.
Shen Chi is an architect who came to transform this old city, with drawings and plans, and the rhythm of the city moving forward in his footsteps; Lin Yan is a bookstore owner who guards the old times, and what he brushes between his fingertips is the years that have accumulated between the pages of the book. Originally they were two parallel lines, but they intersected because of this unexpected "broken porcelain".
He became a frequent visitor to the bookstore, watching Lin Yan sorting classics among the bookshelves, and listening to him reciting poems in a low voice. The aroma of coffee and the smell of paper made him accustomed to finding a sense of stability here while running around. And Lin Yan also caught a glimpse of another kind of life during Shen Chi's occasional stay. The tissues he handed, the coat draped over his shoulders on a rainy night, and the warmth of being side by side in silence were like pebbles thrown into the lake of his heart, creating ripples in circles.
One is as reserved as poetry, the other is as free and easy as the wind; one guards the traces of the past, and the other outlines the outline of the future. The edges of broken porcelain are eventually smoothed by time, but the tenderness in poetry gradually emerges in daily life. They get closer in the light and shadow of the old alley, and find balance in each other's world. It turns out that the most touching story is just about turning an unexpected encounter into a long and steady relationship.
