Old Book Elegance

The fire in the Dayong Library burned away Shen Qingci's past and sent her across the millennium to become the timid and silent high school girl Su Nian in modern Jiangcheng. There was no earth-shattering counterattack, no bloody disputes. With a bookish spirit, she slowly adapted to the unfamiliar fireworks of the world, guarding her mother's old bookstore that no one cared about, and keeping company with the room full of yellowed ancient books. The ink falls on the fingertips, correcting the errors and omissions in the remaining scrolls, and the thousand-year elegance is hidden in the words; speaking softly and slowly, explaining the poems and dictionaries, and gathering like-minded people in the live broadcast room. The trivial prejudices on campus were finally resolved by gentleness and talent; the loneliness in the cold days was slowly filled by the mother's tenderness and scholarly fragrance. She came from the mist of the old days, neither fast nor slow, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and did not compete with the world. She only guarded a room of old books and slowly told time about the elegance hidden in the pages. Old books are stored for eternity, and the fragrance of ink flows through the four seasons.