Deep in the old alleys of Wuxi Town, there is an old bookstore called "Wuyin Study". The boss Lin Yanzhou has a secret - he can understand ancient books. The thread-bound book club of the Republic of China complained that "the smell of ink is almost gone", the book engraving club of the Ming and Qing Dynasties said that "it was hidden in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to escape the war", and even the comic strips after the founding of the People's Republic of China complained that "the footers were turned by children before". Lin Yanzhou guarded the study room left by his grandfather, and spent his daily life listening to complaints about ancient books and helping customers find out-of-print books. His main focus was to "lay them down and lay them to pieces." After all, dealing with old books that could talk was much less troublesome than dealing with relatives who were urging people to get married and parties who were trying to make a fool of themselves.
Until one typhoon night, Xia Wanxing, covered in dew, crashed into the study. The girl's eyes were shining like diamonds. She held a loose-page "Wind Song Collection" in her arms and asked softly: "Can you lend me shelter from the rain? My book is about to be blown." Lin Yanzhou did not expect that this girl who always talked about "can this be eaten" was actually the last descendant of the reclusive cat tribe - the cat tribe's habitat "Green Maple Valley" was coveted for the "power of wind whispers" After the "Eclipse Mo Clan" was destroyed, Xia Wanxing fled to the world with the clan's treasure "Wind Core Book". She knew nothing about modern life. She regarded scanning code payment as "magic summoning money", courier boxes as "cat nests", and even power banks could be recognized as "glowing stones".
