West Market, Qingshan County.
As the sun rises, the number of people on the streets gradually increases.
After a quiet night, the West Market began its bustling day.
Tianyizhai Antique Shop.
The owner, Jiejia, with his snow-white beard and hair, opened the door on time.
First, thoroughly clean the already clean and tidy floor.
Then, he meticulously wiped the antique display shelf until it was spotless.
He was hunched over, his movements slow but steady.
She exuded a sense of tranquility, a stark contrast to the bustling crowd outside.
Chirp!
A flash of black light streaked past.
A small, jet-black bird, about the size of a fist, landed on Jie Jia's shoulder at some point.
Jie Jia seemed to be used to this.
Ignoring the little bird on his shoulder, he continued wiping the last
