"This building cannot be demolished! There are hundreds of centuries-old books hidden inside!"
At the entrance of the bluestone alley, Su Qingyuan clutched a yellowed poem from the Qing Dynasty and glared at the architectural designer Lu Shiyan who came to inspect. She is an ancient book restorer who has guarded Qingchuan Pavilion for three generations, and her fingertips can restore damaged pages to new life; he is a top expert in revitalizing old buildings in the industry, and the lines he draws only focus on commercial value and efficiency. The collision of paste and drawings, the confrontation between tradition and modernity, and a game of "demolition and preservation" begins.
But who would have expected that the cold design could not withstand the temperature of time after all. He saw the fireworks missing in the steel and concrete between her eyes and brows as she concentrated on repairing ancient books; she understood from the serious look on his face when revising the plan that "activation" is not to destroy, but to protect. The agreement under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the side by side at the review meeting, the sketches in the notebook, and the secret confession on the bookmark "The clear river in the paper, the heart in the world" gradually brought the two tit-for-tat people closer and closer.
There are no bloody misunderstandings, no forced pursuit of his wife, only the tenderness of going both ways: he preserves every brick and tile of the old building for her, and hides Suzhou embroidery elements in the design drawings; she leads him to understand the poetry in ancient books, and uses sweet-scented osmanthus cake to sweeten his aloofness. When the ink fragrance of ancient books permeates the lines of the building, and when the traditional warmth blends into the modern skeleton, it turns out that the best love is to be with you, rebirth of all the beauty in time.
[Intangible cultural heritage sweet pet | Two-way rush | No dog blood | Cultural inheritance]
A battle to protect old buildings and ancient books, a delicate love that spans time, every page hides tenderness and fireworks that are within reach.
