Deep in the Jiangnan alley surrounded by rain and fog, there is an ancient house called "Qingguan".
The house is an old antique shop, but the store manager is a little girl of seven or eight years old.
Only the old butler always follows him around, giving patrons some confidence in the store.
There weren't many customers, so it was almost empty, but the store was kept in an orderly manner, and every item was so clean that it almost showed the deepest feelings in the eyes of the person who was playing with it, who they owed something to.
Each bottle contains someone's tears;
Every stroke of the pen writes down someone's pain;
Each brocade handkerchief marks someone's sorrow;
…….
That bottle holds whose tears;
Whose pain is written with that stroke of pen?
That brocade handkerchief cuts through whose sorrow;
…….
After all these years, she still looks the same, as if nothing has changed.
However, she forgot her tears, her pain, her sorrow, and who she owed to someone deep in her memory.
Of the things in the house, which one hides her debt?
These, and said, she will know one day.
No matter who you owe, you can't owe He, because the person Zhiyuan likes the most is He.
Thinking like this, he was obviously afraid that the person was not him.
Punishing others over and over again may be the source of the crime.
All right.
So whether it's sinking or being separated, it's good to have peace and support.