Old Things Speak for the Dead

There is a junk shop at the end of Nancheng Old Street. The signboard only says two words: Zhao Jian. The boss, Shen Zhao, talks little but has a steady hand. Neighbors only know that he can repair clocks, cameras, wooden boxes and old books. But they don't know that some old things have been held for too long, and they will remember some times that they have not had time to express. Shen Zhao never admitted that he could see the past. He only handed out an address, an old saying, or a name hidden by time when it was time to speak. Zhou Mian, a senior high school girl, walked into Zhaojian holding the sewing machine left by her mother and wanted to know what happened to her mother before she passed away. Shen Zhao saw an old clothing factory, a rooftop, and a voice recorder among the broken needles and fuselage. He also saw an old case hidden under a cloak of respectability. After the case was reopened according to law, an old photo was delivered to Zhao Jian's door. In the photo, Shen Zhao's father, who had been missing for many years, was actually included. From then on, every old thing is no longer just someone else's story. Old pocket watches, copper buttons, wordless letters, and broken porcelain cups appeared one after another. The suppressed truth of the incident twenty years ago gradually pushed Shen Zhao back to the depths of his life experience.