When an old object is used long enough, it will remember the person who uses it - remember a person's obsession, until the obsession becomes a rule.
Chen Xu is an antique restorer. After the master disappeared, he discovered that he could "see" the information recorded on the object when he was repairing things - touching an old bronze mirror, the smell of osmanthus oil rushed out from his nose. A woman who had been paralyzed for two years said to the mirror: "You go for me. Take a look at the osmanthus in the yard for me." The mirror cracked. It's not broken - it's promised.
Every old thing comes with a rule. Fix one thing and close an obsession. The trade-off is that the prosthetist takes on a bit of it himself—a red line under the skin and a hard line along the cheekbone. How much price can Chen Xu bear? He doesn't know. But he knew one thing - Master had also repaired these objects. Master repaired more than thirty items and then stopped. Then disappeared.
Now Chen Xu is continuing to practice. Every time you practice something, you will get one step closer to Master. Every time I repair something, I am one step further away from "normal". The incense burner in the store continues to get cold. The sealed wooden box on the shelf in the west wing was waiting for him to open. The notes left by the master were torn out page by page - and some of the people who sent the objects were lying, some did not know the truth, and some - were the truth itself.
