Memo of the Seasons from the Used Bookstore

Deep in the old city there is an old bookstore called "Shiguang" that has been open for 40 years. The shop owner, Shen Zhinian, is twenty-five years old. He guards the shop he and his grandfather left and writes a line of words on the small blackboard every day: Magnolia is blooming, Sophora japonica is blooming, please use your umbrella when entering the shop on rainy days. Freelance writer Wen Tang opened this door in spring. She came here to collect old stories, but gradually became the most common sight in the bookstore. In the spring, I wiped old books soaked in the rain under the magnolia tree. In the summer, I ate jelly and watched the sunset with my neighbors. In the autumn, I dug out the unsent letters from my grandfather in the attic cardboard box. In the winter, I warmed up the words by the stove that had been brewing since the spring. There is no grand confession, only the small companionship in the passing of the four seasons - the way he expresses his care is to silently repair the chair she often sits on, and the way she expresses her care is to write every one of his habits into a manuscript. He filled his mind with silence, and she happened to understand the unspoken parts. It turns out that the most touching time is not a story hidden in an old book, but standing side by side with you, turning every ordinary day into the gentlest memo in the years.