Combing Light

The story focuses on the details of daily life and flowing emotions, and is suitable for readers who are willing to calm down and read. Combing Light 2: The World Outside the Box. You can collect it in the author's column first. [Introduction to the work] The entire old city was slowly occupied by new high-rise buildings, until only a small corner remained. At the end of the alley, there are rumors of demolition all year round, and the light box sits quietly here. Shop owner Shen Zhiyu has a sense that no one else has. He can see the unknown artifact spirits that are attached to old objects. Over time, this humble shop became the only place where countless abandoned creatures could stay and breathe. One rainy night, a plum blossom silver comb from the Republic of China was brought into the store. The artifact spirit Asu, who had been sleeping for decades, woke up. She was firmly trapped by her body and could not move beyond the three-meter radius of the silver comb for the rest of her life. For hundreds of years, she was sealed in the depths of the wooden box, and her heart was always thinking of her old master Su Wanmei. It's just that time has been too long, and the old events of the Republic of China have long been shattered into pieces. Those people and things that were once clear are all covered with a layer of fog that cannot be cleared away, and they cannot be seen clearly. The sound of demolition at the alley never stops. The city is constantly being renovated, and every household is replacing new items. Too many old items that have been with people for a lifetime are hastily discarded in the end. Seeing with his own eyes the wooden box spirit that had been with him for a long time turned into points of light and dissipated little by little in front of his eyes, Shen Zhiyu once again experienced the powerlessness. "I used to think that as long as I took them in, I could protect every spirit. But the demise of the artifact spirit has too many fates that cannot be overcome." Asu stood at a fork in the road. She can use up all the remaining spiritual energy to piece together the complete life of her old master, at the cost of dissipating early; she can also let go of her centuries-old obsession, stay in the light box, and live a stable life in the present. "I have been holding on to fragmented memories for hundreds of years, and in the end, there is not even a destination I can pursue." In the long night, Ah Shu's voice was soft and thin, like the raindrops falling outside the window. Uncle Huai and Xiao Mian have always been by their side, accompanying them through countless uneasy days. The old alleys are becoming dilapidated and shaky, old things come and go intermittently, and meeting and parting have long become the most common scenes here. Ah Shu also slowly felt relieved by being with her day and night. Obsession is never the whole meaning of life, and there is no need to forcefully smooth away the scars left by the years. Even if the cracks in his body can never be restored, even if the spiritual light will one day burn out into nothingness, the warmth of the fireworks held in the palm of his hand at this moment is already the most practical and precious thing in a hundred years of wandering. The full text of the article comes to a successful conclusion. The four seasons of the light-picking box and the encounters and farewells between people and spirits have all come to an end, and a warm little extra will be updated in the future. If you like the old alley story between Shen Zhiyu and Asu, please bookmark it and keep this light box shop. Thank you very much to every reader who is willing to stop and read to the end. Concept: Old things are stored in time, gathering and dispersing are ordinary. Every old object that has been preserved quietly carries the concerns of the deceased that the deceased could not express. Those artifact spirits attached to them have been trapped in frozen memories for a long time, unable to get out of the past. Shen Zhiyu guards the light box at the end of the alley, quietly taking in every wandering and helpless soul. This book never strives for perfection, and there is no grand redemption. Just write slowly: accept separation, accept dissipation, accept the cracks and regrets that already exist in life. In the day-to-day fireworks of the city, we gently reconcile with the old times. Treat every period seriously and kindly, and your destiny will be dusted by time and the ups and downs cannot be controlled by others.