Ji Miansheng has an antique shop, a secret room, a cabinet of treasures that are not for sale, and a leather glove.
During the day, I work as Mr. Ji, and at night, I guard the things that should not disappear, waiting for the rain to stop.
He has met many people
They didn't know each other, but Ji Miansheng knew that they were doing the same thing. He's doing it too.
Xu Zhou arrived at an unlucky time. It was the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River. Misty rain entered the south of the Yangtze River. Pedestrians held paper umbrellas and the city was full of wind and rain. He rode his horse and stopped in front of the Jijia Teahouse. Dark green military uniform, shiny hair.
"Mr. Xu has long admired your name."
Ji Miansheng looked up and saw not the rumored "King of Hell", but another person wearing a mask.
——Later he learned that the arrival of some people was the end of the rainy season.
Concept: Some things are about to disappear, but there are still people guarding them. Even if you can't hold on to everything, you have to hold on to a little. Even if nothing can be saved in the end, surviving the matter itself is evidence that it once existed. Whether it is Ji Miansheng, Xu Zhou or those seemingly inconspicuous little people, they have all guarded this precarious country.