The middle-aged man had agonized over it for a long time. After recalling the scenes in his memories, he still decided to keep the storefront.
Perhaps he could reopen the bookstore after he retired.
That way, the old man would be happier in the afterlife, right?
He had considered leaving the books behind and letting whoever rented the shop keep running the bookstore.
But it was hard to find someone who happened to want to open a bookstore.
And the person would have to be willing to take all those old books.
After searching for a while, he gave up on the idea.
He would clear out the books himself first. Whoever rented the shop could do whatever they wanted with it.
He had once asked his whole family, along with his younger siblings' families, to come look through the bookstore. They could keep any books they liked.
In the end, it was the older ones among them who picked out a few books.
They were all books they remembered.
They had even forgotten that they'd read them before, but seeing the titles and covers brought it all back.
They had loved those books as children, so they kept them as mementos.
But none of the younger generation found anything they liked.
They thought the books in the bookstore were too old.
And many of them were ancient texts.
The pages of Classical Chinese gave them a headache.
Even the few comics were from last century.
They took a quick look around the bookstore, then lost interest.
Actually, it wasn't as if they'd never been to this bookstore before.
They knew what it was like.
But since the bookstore was about to close, they'd decided to come one last time.
As expected, they found nothing.
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