I opened a store in the city center.
Next to it is Heytea, next door is Zibo BBQ, and a neon sign stands at the door: "Exchange stories for wine, exchange for ingredients."
Some people thought it was an internet celebrity store and walked in to ask if they had any group purchases. I said yes - bring me a story from a real experience, and the wine is free.
There are only three rules:
First, the story must be personal experience and cannot be explained.
Second, there must be something to prove it.
Third, after I listen, give me money or wine. You choose.
Three years after the store opened, more people came than expected. Desperate people are willing to try anything - including telling a stranger what they dare not say.
Someone brought a pocket watch and said that it would ring by itself at twelve o'clock every night, and what it sounded was the play that my late father loved to hear most. As he was talking, I saw a man standing behind him, wearing a shroud, and patting his shoulder gently with his hand.
Someone brought a photo of the deceased and said they picked it up in the elevator. The elevator would stop on the first floor at twelve o'clock every night. As he was talking, I saw an old lady standing behind him, pointing at his mobile phone, with an expression that seemed to say: Look, I didn't lie to you.
Someone brought embroidered shoes and said they were dug up during the demolition of the old house. After that, they heard footsteps every night. As she was talking, I saw a woman in a red wedding dress standing behind her, waiting for decades for someone to come.
I put these certificates in the cabinet. Each one is true, each one is a life, and each one has unfinished words.
Someone asked me: Aren't you afraid when you hear this every day?
I said what are you afraid of? I have seen more than what they said.
This is true.
