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5:30 PM.
Li Chengyi arrived at Bai Family Bookstore on time.
The old building was still rickety, bustling with the noise of people from the sleek new mall towering nearby.
It was as quiet and as desolate as before.
Only schoolchildren with backpacks would occasionally pass by, enter the bookstore for a quick browse, and soon come out with a few old books.
Li Chengyi did not bring Zhou Xingtong along, but instead, got out of the car alone and walked to the entrance of the bookstore.
The coffee shop to the left of the store had closed down, with a sign hanging that it was up for lease.
The stationery store on the right was the same as ever, barely clinging to life, its shelves for displaying stationery even older and somewhat blackened.
Standing in front of the dim bookstore, Li Chengyi recalled the scene from before.
That mountain rose with the special drawing technique was in Bai Feipeng's painting.
