Echo Bookstore

At the end of Jiangbei Old Street in Bincheng, there is a second-hand bookstore that has been open for 30 years. The signboard has two words - Echo. Shop owner Lin Nian's father left a diary before his death. There was only one sentence on the title page: "Echo Bookstore is not for selling books, but for waiting for people." Lin Nian didn't understand this sentence, but just guarded this old store that was about to be swallowed up by the times, and waited incomprehensibly. On the day the demolition notice was posted on the door, a girl carrying a suitcase pushed the door in and exchanged a book of poems for her mother's deathbed diary. Lin Nian accepted the diary and wrote a number on the title page: 001. Since then, more and more people have opened the door with old books and stories - old teachers who have waited for someone for forty years, retired workers who have spent half their lives binding manuscripts in silence, people who have been hurt, lost and lost in life, leaving their deepest secrets between the pages of the book. Lin Nian accepted these stories one by one, only to find that there was a hidden thread between his father's waiting and these people's stories that he had been blinded for half his life. The demolition bulldozers are approaching day by day, and the stories are piling up. Lin Nian slowly understood that perhaps his father had never been waiting for just one person - but all the people who had opened the door in the past thirty years. When the deadline came, hundreds of people stood in front of the bookstore, each holding a book in their hands. At that moment, Lin Nian finally knew: some places cannot be demolished because there are too many echoes of people living there. This is a journey where the voices of ordinary people are heard in oblivion.