Cheng Wan searched for a long time before finding the store in the back streets of the university town.
There is no sign, no house number. A wind chime made of a bunch of old keys hung on the lintel, and a palm-sized wooden sign was nailed to the door frame with three words engraved on it - the third year.
She brought the watch left by her father. The second hand stopped at 3:41 pm, which was the time when Dad left. The boy behind the repair station picked up the watch and took a look at it. He said it could be repaired, but it would take three months. Come once a week.
His name is Lu Zhi. He doesn't talk much. When he is repairing things, he will whisper to the parts in his hands. There is an entire cork wall in the store, covered with photos before and after restoration - grandma's music box, torn love letters, an old pocket watch that has been parked for fifty years. Behind everything there is an unfinished story.
She started taking photos in the store, saying they were for her graduation project. But he knew that the reason for her coming was not just Bi She. She also knew that he was repairing more than just things.
Every time the wind chime rings, there is a story that opens the door.
And her story has just begun.
Very well written!