Thin Boots Lane welcomes you who are impatient and unhappy.
Please come in, please come in.
There are clay figurines made by grandpa, popsicle boxes covered with old cotton quilts, hot bean paste buns in Wang Ma's steamer, and the time under the sycamore tree that was blown over and over by the wind.
You don't have to hurry, the alley is long, and so is autumn.
Push open the ajar wooden door, and the draft will blow away the dust on your shoulders. Someone's radio is playing a babbling play, and bicycle bells ring from the entrance to the end of the alley, startling the civet cat taking a nap under the eaves.
Where is this, you ask?
This is Thin Boots Alley, an old alley forgotten by time.
There is the most tender story here, and there is a boy waiting for you in the depths of autumn.
Weapons innocently attack Lin Xiuhua
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Under the Iceberg Years, I Accept Shen Qingsong
Purpose: Write a healing story about two protagonists in the 1990s.
