In the first year of the New Yuan Dynasty, the No. 3 Library buried deep underground was completed, with millions of volumes of classics waiting for future generations.
Chief engineer Gu Weizhen asked: "Who are we leaving something for?"
No one answered.
A hundred years later, the flames of war have long been extinguished, and the old capital has become a wasteland. The abandoned young man Chen Xu took over his father's key and became the last generation of bookkeepers.
He didn't open the door.
He passed the key to the little girl, who used it to crack walnuts.
The silence and perseverance of several generations finally turned into a rickety oil lamp in the wilderness.
Very small and weak.
But it's not completely dark yet.
This is a story about "what to keep". No answers, but the lights stayed on.
