My name is Lin Qiu, named after my grandfather. He said that I was born on the day of the cold dew in the Gengwu year, when the solar terms were handed over, and the yin energy in my life was heavy. I chose the word "Autumn" to borrow the golden energy to control the town.
We lived in the deepest alley in the old city. The front door was very narrow, and there was a wooden plaque that had been polished by time. On it were the four words "Lin Ji Shoucai" written by my grandfather himself. The ink was so dark that it seemed to absorb the light. Grandpa is seventy-one this year and has been in this business for fifty years. As long as I can remember, I have followed him in the back hall, whittling wood and papering, and receiving people with red and swollen eyes in the front hall.
The neighbors rarely interact with us, and children are told to stay away from our store. But grandpa often said that there are two major events in a person's life, one is birth and the other is burial. What we can do is make people walk in a more dignified way.
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