Every memory is like walking through a long street paved with bluestones. The road is curved and the ground is bumpy. The ivy on both sides of the wall has grown as high as the top of the building. The soil is stubbornly displayed in front of the eyes through the fragmented bluestones, and even a few weeds are stubbornly growing.
But there are those people who want to reveal the scars bit by bit, as if this way he can be resurrected with full blood.
That lonely bookstore in the downtown area is always so out of tune with the surrounding environment.
It seems that it does not belong to this world, but for more than ten years, it still insists on standing there, never changing its appearance.
There is always only the boss in the store. From the time she opens in the morning to the time she closes in the evening, there is only the boss. No one can tell what the boss looks like. She seems to have never changed from the beginning to the end.
She said she was just waiting for someone.
The record she kept alone in this small bookstore year after year was finally broken after a stray cat came.
This cat can actually speak human language, it said, its name is Past Year.