When the sycamore leaves at the entrance of the old alley turned yellow again, a young guest wearing a royal satin gown and ancient costume came to the old bookstall in the evening.
He stood under the faded blue cloth awning, staring at the "Hans Christian Andersen's Fairy Tales" in the corner and blinking, with a withered pearl flower pinned to the end of his hair - like the lost young master from an old play.
Lin Wanzhao knelt down and asked him, "My child is lost?", But he tilted his head and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "Sister, is your bookstall ventilated by the wind? When I used the 'paper kite to induce wind' magic, the kite string suddenly got entangled with a gold leaf, and when I opened my eyes, I was here."
Only later did she learn that the gold leaf was the bookmark of "Miscellaneous Notes of the Great Chu Dynasty"; and that this little guest, who could turn sugar paintings into living squirrels and make paper kites flutter into the sky, had to collect nine "warm fragments" before he could go home - such as the osmanthus cake handed by grandma, the hot cakes stuffed by Aunt Zhang, and the laughter of the children when they gathered around, like stars falling into an old bookstall.
Nowadays, there is always a sweet scent of sugar floating under the blue cloth awning of the old bookstall. The little magic apprentice in a red coat holds up his mobile phone and learns to take pictures, saying, "I want to take pictures of the coolness of the ice cream and the wind of the shared bicycles to show to my friends in the Chu Dynasty."
And in the outdated "Miscellaneous Notes of the Dachu Dynasty", I don't know when there was a line of childish words: "The modern sister Wanzhao is warmer than the moon in the Dachu Palace.
Intention: Let the warmth continue.