The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

This is a small shop with warmth from outside to inside.

Facing the street, there is a glass structure. It's not big. You can see the retro items through the glass doors and walls.

Because of the cold weather, the owner did not open the door, but used a wooden tag with the word "open" on it, indicating that the shop was open.

It's already December 28. When other shop owners are closing, it's incredible that such a cold shop is still open.

Jing Chen stops his bike and pushes the door open. There is a wind chime in the door. When a cold wind blows in, it starts to sway and tinkle with the wind.

The innermost person in the store was doing something seriously in his hand, but he didn't lift his head. He said to them, "you see for yourself, I'll be ready soon."

"Good."

Yezhi back to the owner of a, and seriously in this shop to browse up.

In 2003, this kind of RETRO art style shop is rare, especially the decorations on the wall. At a glance, you can see that it was the owner's own elaborate design.

There are old-fashioned films, postcards of various colors, or placed, or hung on the wall. Compared with the items placed in the store, ye Zhi thinks these things can arouse her interest.

Because, she found that the film here is not a decoration. If you look carefully, you can see the shadows of various architectural landscapes on it. Postcards are even more interesting. There are letters from strangers on them.

Below the postcard, there is a wooden board inlaid on the wall, with glass bottles, pens of various colors, blank postcards and wooden clips.

Ye Zhi is not interested in the items sold in the store, because from her point of view, whether it is the mini Eiffel Tower or other wooden buildings, it is of little value to her.

She stood, chose a sky blue fountain pen from the glass bottle, picked up the postcard, wrote something at will, took a wooden clip and hung it on a pile of postcards.

Jing Chen wants to have a glance, but ye Zhi is on guard against him and stares at him. Naturally, he doesn't see it.

"All right." The shopkeeper suddenly broke the deadlock between them.

Jingchen hurried over and said something to each other. Because the place was too small, there was a shelf and Jingchen's body block. She couldn't see the inside, so she just looked at the postcard on the wall.

"Yezhi, do you like anything in the shop?"

After a while, Jing Chen didn't know when he came to Ye Zhi and asked her in a low voice.

Ye Zhi shook her head, for these crafts, she is not interested, buy back also no place to put.

However, Jing Chen's face did not look disappointed. Instead, he tapped Ye Zhi's head with the knuckle of his left hand. His right hand quickly handed something out. On her head, he said, "I'll give you a present."

Ye Zhi is a little dizzy, because her head, after Jingchen knocked twice, makes a sound similar to the empty sound of ripe watermelon.

She looked down and couldn't help breathing.

A bunch of flowers, a bunch of dried flowers made in a special way, were sent to her after being decorated with old newspapers.

The words in foreign language were printed on the newspaper. She didn't care to read them carefully. Her eyes were all on the colorful and well-made bouquet.

At the same time, Jingchen's voice, like fireworks, bloomed overhead: "Ye Zhi, happy new year."