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The bluestone road in Tiepixiang has passed through ten years of sunrise and moonset. In the watch shop on the east side of the street, Shen Shixiu's tweezers held not only the gears, but also the word "Su" engraved on the back of each watch. Ten years ago, a poor and angry word made him lock his love into the ticking time, guarding the cabinet full of clocks, and never had a crush on anyone again. In the tailor shop on the west side of the street, Su Jinwei's needlework not only sews silk threads, but also sews the measurements secretly into every piece of men's clothing. I still had the courage to fall out with my family because of him, but I was held back by that little bit of face. After going around in circles for ten years, I returned to this alley and opened a tailor shop. Brass bells jingled at the entrance of the alley, the watch repairman squinted, and the sewing man pursed his lips. A block apart, they hid their concerns in gears and threads, just waiting for an opportunity to break through the phrase "I'm still waiting for you" that they had been holding back for ten years.

They said I was married to the abyss. On our wedding night, my husband, Shen Si, did not kiss me. He lifted my chin with his black velvet-gloved fingertips. There were only candles burning in the room, reflecting two clusters of cold light in his eyes. "Song Wan," his voice was like silk dipped in a cold pool, "you know the rules of our family. Only by keeping your distance will your memory be safe." I met his gaze, slowly took off my gloves, and gently pressed my warm palms against his cold cheeks. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to retreat as if he had been burned by a soldering iron, but I held him firmly down. A huge stream of warmth that did not belong to him surged down my palm into the wasteland of his memory. It was the first time in my life that I felt sunshine without haze in my grandmother's garden when I was five years old. Shen Si groaned and staggered. When he raised his eyes again, his cold eyes revealed a hint of childlike confusion and... Greed. I laughed, but tears fell down. "Shen Si, if you want to steal, just steal." I said softly, as if reciting a spell to destroy each other. "But what is sealed in my body are all the memories of 'love' that cannot be swallowed up by your family for thousands of years. They are complex, hot, and will never be erased. Every time you steal one, you will carry one more." "In the end, you will be burned alive by my love," I leaned closer to him, breathing intertwined.

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