The raindrops cut diagonally across the window lattice, leaving ink marks of varying depths on the bluestone. Lin Yanqiu's finger holding the brush trembled slightly, and a drop of light ink fell on the copy of "Chunhua Pavilion Tie" that was being restored, like a black flower that suddenly bloomed.
"Tsk." He smacked his tongue, his fingertips were dipped in glutinous rice paste, and he carefully used bamboo fiber paper to absorb excess ink stains. The rain outside the window is getting heavier, hitting the wooden signboard "Yanqiu Ancient Books Restoration", making a dull thumping sound, which is more regular than the shaking sound of the flower seller's bamboo basket in the alley.
