Blue Brick Is Silent

I study the soul loss behind the blending of cultures from different countries. The new exhibition hall in Singapore is about to open, but the Jiangnan family classics disappeared on a rainy night. The surveillance video clearly showed the face of the thief, who turned out to be the second-hand bookseller who died two weeks ago. The AI ​​assistant analyzed the fragmentary pages of ancient books and discovered that the distorted symbols were the linguistic spasms of cultural fusion pain. In the ruins of a centuries-old private school deep in the rainforest, I saw the same twisted word "harmony" engraved on a stone tablet. At the moment of touch, memories of the suffocating fusion of centuries-old schoolchildren flooded into my mind. On the day the museum reopened, I exhibited the fragments together with the AI ​​report. Pointing to the cracks in the stone tablet: "This is the price of cultural breathing." The overseas phone suddenly rang, and my father sang intermittent Suzhou Pingtan on the other end of the phone.