It was the 19th year of the Republic of China. On the edge of the French Concession in Shanghai, in an old bluestone alley, there was an old book shop called "Hanmo Studio". The book shop is not big, but it is filled with collections of classics and history, inscriptions, calligraphy and paintings. The scent of ink and old paper intertwine, permeating the hustle and bustle of the alley. The people guarding the premises would sweep the house in the morning and read books in the afternoon. They would occasionally discuss calligraphy and painting with the literati who came and went, and listen to the market anecdotes from the street vendors. He touched the traces of time in the pages of ancient books, settled his mind in each post, and through his interactions with all kinds of people, he saw the character of the scholars and the warmth of the people in the Republic of China. There are no earth-shattering legends, only daily life accompanied by pen and ink, which hides the philosophy of life in a classical charm, and also reflects the fireworks and poetry of an era.
