The owner of Yanqing Bookstore, Changqing, recently encountered two strange incidents.
The first involves his business.
With so many to be offered from the vast and rich land of Huanglong, items popular in Jinzhou are never there to stay. Recently, paper books have fallen out of fashion and the local bookstore has suffered.
However, business has unexpectedly picked up in the past few days, and Changqing's bookstore has seen an influx of customers.
Many of the customers at the bookstore appeared to be officials from the Central Court, judging by their attire.
When a puzzled Changqing asked them about it, most mentioned that the Secretary-General had recommended this particular place.
The Secretary-General? Although he knew there was a new Secretary-General in office, Changqing couldn't fathom why someone like him, a humble bookstore owner, would be tied to such high-ranking individuals.
The second strange incident revolves around the neglected facade of Yanqing Bookstore.
Under the weight of depression, it had been left unattended for too long. Even the grocer next door advised Changqing to repair the gate before it deterred potential customers.
"Changqing, you should fix your gate. If it gets worse, no one will ever visit your store!"
"Don't worry. Although my store may not be as fancy as those in the capital, I have the greatest collection of antique and classic texts. People will surely find out!"
While he might have appeared confident, Changqing was uncertain about renovating the old store himself. He considered hiring someone during the current boom in business.
The next day, he arrived at the store to find that the facade had miraculously transformed overnight. The plaque and gate were gleaming, proudly displaying "Yanqing Bookstore."
A note on the counter read, "In gratitude for the bookstore owner's kindness, I took the liberty to do some renovation work as a thank you gesture."
The note was not signed, but the vermilion-colored feather pattern on the paper seemed somewhat familiar. Changqing held the note and slowly sat down, falling into memory.
More than decade ago, the bookstore was thriving with customers coming and going. One day, a little girl around eight or nine years old started sneaking in and spending whole afternoons reading books.
Initially, Changqing didn't mind when customers read without purchasing as long as it didn't damage the books or affect business.
But after several days of declining sales and fewer customers, he grew concerned.
"So hot. It's too hot in here! I can't stand it anymore. Let's go somewhere else!"
Despite the early autumn weather, the room was unusually sultry. Changqing wiped his forehead and searched carefully, eventually finding a little girl curled up under a bookshelf, completely engrossed in her book.
In front of her, a fire was floating, heating up the whole premise as the girl was absorbed into the world of the books. This sight filled Changqing with rage.
"What are you doing, kid? You're burning my store!"
The girl was startled by a shout, immediately snuffing out the fire. Changqing watched as the page she held tightly turned yellow, as if it would catch fire soon.
"You, you are...!"
The girl hurriedly threw the book away. Her flushed face revealed a mix of panic and guilt as she surveyed the charred pages.
"Sorry, it's too dark here, I just wanted to make it brighter..."
As Changqing saw his beloved book being damaged, he couldn't help but remember the recent decline in sales. His face darkened as he grabbed a broom from the side of the bookshelf and prepared to strike the girl responsible.
However, she was surprisingly quick for her slender frame. When Changqing pursued her out of the bookstore, all he could see was her fiery red hair disappearing in the bustling market. He stood at the gate, fuming and bewildered.
"Never show your face again!"
"What's wrong?" The grocer next door came out with a smile and asked, "Isn't that the little girl who can control fire?"
"You know her? She almost burned down my store!"
"Hey, she's a good girl, I kid you not. Helped me out a few days ago, just to get some steamed buns. It's a pity she had to walk here alone, so young and all. I heard her hometown was attacked by the TD Outbreak and no one made it. Not sure how she managed to escape..."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Well, you didn't ask! But now that this happened... she probably won't come back again."
The little girl disappeared down the alley, and sounds of children playing drifted over from the neighboring walls. Changqing gazed at the book lying on the ground, unsure of what to feel.