I Cultivate My Obsession in the Old Street

After his grandfather left, he left Lin Yan a dilapidated old shop in Shengping Lane. I just wanted to live by my ancestral property, but when I touched the old things, I unexpectedly got a glimpse of the obsession and past attached to them. The broken pocket watch hides unspoken confessions, the yellowed letters record the care that spanned half a lifetime, and the old wooden comb condenses the tenderness that has lasted a lifetime. Every old thing hides an unknown human story. Others repair artifacts, but he repairs regrets. While others take care of business, he comforts people. Starting from a peachwood comb and an old pocket watch, Lin Yan gradually discovered that the so-called restoration was never just polishing and splicing, but also untying the knots deep in the heart. And as each obsession was resolved, the taboo secrets sealed by our ancestors and the strange forces that were secretly spying quietly surfaced. The old antiques shop repairs utensils and connects people's hearts.