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After her parents passed away, Lin Xiaoman lived by guarding "Guixu Old Bookstore" in the old town, wrapping her heart in the folds of old books—until Xu Mingyuan, with round-rimmed glasses, came to buy a book every day on time, and put a handwritten note in the book: "On page 17 of The Little Prince, there's the sunlight my grandma sunned on the balcony last spring" "The wax stain on the cover of My Memories of Old Beijing is what you rubbed when repairing books last winter; I've kept it for 362 days." When Xiaoman finally slammed the book and asked, "What the hell do you want?" Xu Mingyuan took out the diagnosis of advanced glaucoma, his voice as light as a page: "Grandma said before she died that this bookstore has the light she didn't pass on—it's the book We Three you helped her find three years ago, which let her get through the last six months. I want to return this light to you before I go blind." It turns out that the so-called "giving light" is two people with gaps bitten by darkness, rubbing each other's shadows into stars that shine into their hearts—you give me unfinished concerns, I give you the courage you dare not touch. Finally, we understand: light is never "given" by someone; it's us together, turning each other's darkness into something shining.
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