The rainy season in Hangzhou can soften your bones. I stared at the rain curtain in front of the counter of the antique shop in a daze. The bluestone pavement was washed brightly by the rain, reflecting the faded wine flag of the pawn shop opposite, like a blurred ink painting. The copper bell under the counter suddenly rang. It was not the sound of a regular customer pushing the door, but someone placing something heavily on the counter.
