The song "Rebirth" circulated in the world by chance after his death.
It changed the lives of countless people.
"Clatter".
A single, murky tear fell unexpectedly onto the page.
Li Yuanchao froze completely.
How long has it been since he... shed tears over a piece of writing?
Ten years? Or twenty years?
The pot of fine Longjing tea in the office still smelled of it, but he seemed not to notice it.
An unknown amount of time passed.
He slowly took off his reading glasses and wiped his eyes haphazardly with his sleeve.
This novel uses a fantastical setting to tell an incredibly tender story.
It has no flowery language, no grand preaching.
Yes, there are only the most basic kindness and bonds between people.
It's like a beam of light that can shine into the softest corners of people's hearts.
Li Yuanchao picked up the phone on the table, took a deep breath,
He dialed the number of Wang De'an, the editor-in-chief of "New Tide".
"De'an! This issue of your magazine features 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store'!"
Who exactly is this author named Jian Shen?!
On the other end of the phone, Wang De'an laughed smugly:
"Professor Li, you were shocked too, weren't you?"
"It was more than just shaken!"
Li Yuanchao's tone was extremely excited.
He paused for a moment, then, in an almost dreamlike tone, exclaimed from the bottom of his heart:
"This is true literature!"
At the same time.
Office of the Chinese Language Teaching and Research Group, Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School.
Shen Qingqiu also received the latest issue of "New Tide".
As a member of the Writers' Association, reading major literary magazines is a habit of hers.
Moreover, top-tier magazines like New Trend.
When she opened the magazine,
My eyes immediately fell on the editor's message at the beginning of the book.
Wang De'an's writing is usually calm and composed, but this time he unusually revealed his excitement.
In this fast-paced era, we seem to have become accustomed to fragmented reading and one-off sensory stimulation.
But there are always some words that are willing to slow down and listen to the echoes deep within the soul.
[The Miracles of the Namiya General Store is such a work.]
It's like an old friend, lighting a lamp for you in the dead of night.
We are honored to bring this long-awaited warmth to every reader who longs for healing.
[—Wang De'an, a New Trend]
Shen Qingqiu was somewhat surprised.
Editor-in-Chief Wang has always had high standards, and his previous articles were basically just simple summaries.
Such praise is unprecedented and perhaps a bit too high.
This aroused Shen Qingqiu's strong curiosity.
What kind of story could inspire him to write so lavishly?
Filled with intense curiosity, she eagerly flipped to the last section of the magazine.
Her eyes were quickly drawn to the book title.
Miracles of the Namiya General Store
—Insight
A remedy? A general store?
Judging from the title alone, it seems like a warm and sentimental collection of essays.
Profound insight.
If I remember correctly, this is the first time I've seen this pen name.
Is he a new author?
With a sense of doubt, she continued flipping through the pages.
[The sound of a harmonica late at night...]
She read very slowly and intently.
At first, it was with a scrutinizing gaze.
But gradually, her breathing became erratic.
It wasn't until she finished reading and looked up that she realized her eyes were already wet.
At this moment, Shen Qingqiu's heart was filled with an indescribable warmth.
This author, named "Jian Shen,"
With a tender touch that borders on compassion,
Several seemingly unrelated life dilemmas that transcend time and space,
It is intricately woven together through a small grocery store.
She stood up and looked out the window, savoring the profound sense of choice and redemption in the story.
I can picture the author's appearance in my mind.
That must be an elder with an incredibly gentle heart and a wealth of experience.
Only a soul that has weathered so many storms,
Only then could one write such insightful and compassionate words.
But just as she was immersed in this warmth,
A completely opposite thought suddenly popped into my mind.
Those cold, despairing words uncontrollably surfaced from the depths of my memory:
"Don't look under the bed tonight."
"Ghost Knocking on the Door"
...
Extreme warmth and extreme cold collided violently in her mind.
One is to use words to mend the imperfections of humanity.
Another is to use fear to tear open the scars of reality.
One is in the sky, the other is on the ground.
Just as Shen Qingqiu was being torn apart by these two extreme sensations, her head was throbbing with pain.
"Tap, tap, tap."
There was a light knock on the office door.
The sound startled her, and she instinctively tensed up.
"Enter."
She composed herself, and her voice returned to its usual cool and aloof tone.
The door was pushed open, and a familiar figure leaned against the doorframe.
He wore that signature, slightly smug, lazy smile.
"Teacher Shen, I heard you were looking for me?"
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