Traceability of All Things

Old things are covered in dust, and the past is hidden. Lin Mo was originally just the most inconspicuous recycler in the city, until his fingertips touched that old wooden cabinet. From then on, every artifact had its origin in his eyes. The wood grain hides the hard work of craftsmen who have worked for hundreds of years, the porcelain shards are engraved with the rise and fall of dynasties, and a rusty military medal carries the glorious half-life of a veteran. He does not hang out in the Vanity Fair, but only in the fireworks market, salvaging stories and treasures that have been lost to time. Everything has traces and can be traced back to its origin.