What would you do if you were given a shop?

If you give me a shop, I might consider doing a lot of things. My paintings are hung on the wall of the storefront, and the color of the storefront wall will change with the changes of the four seasons. The color of spring is grass green, light and very small and fresh, so people can feel the breath of spring as soon as they come in. In summer, it is lotus powder, which adds a touch of coolness to the summer heat and makes people feel restless. In autumn, the walls should be golden yellow, like rolling wheat waves, like rustling leaves, like bunches of blooming chrysanthemums. The walls in winter are white, like snow-white snowflakes and falling feathers.

The paintings on the wall will also change according to different moods. When the wall is green, all the happy ones are blue sky and white clouds, peaceful small villages, rape blossoms in the fields and grandma's small vegetable garden. When you are in a bad mood, what hangs is the rough sea, the endless plain and the messy room. In summer, there are different forms of lotus leaves on the wall, and cicadas love to sing. A group of children with half a piece of Wangwang broken ice and ice in their hands are just melted vanilla ice cream when they are unhappy, and dogs with red tongues are too hot to lie on the ground.

At the door of the store, there are labeled dogs eating Xiaowan, which are lined up in rows. When eating, all stray dogs on the street will come over. One with a small yellow hair on his head is called Xiao Huang, and his whole body is yellow, and his tail is called Heike. The small but beautiful one is called Chanel, and the noble one is called lv like a lady. They have it at the door of the store every day.

The store sells wine, but there is no fixed kind of wine. You can't see any brandy and cider here. My wine here is mixed according to the mood of the guests, and each cup is unique and has a different taste. Here you can exchange stories for wine and things for wine. Cash is not accepted here. It is the most primitive trading state, with barter. The young boy passed by after playing basketball and wanted me to make him a cup of first love. He didn't have any money and didn't want to exchange his favorite basketball, so he traded his story for a glass of wine.

It's midnight here, and people who suffer from insomnia often come here to sit. Some ask me to prepare the night for him, some ask me to make him a good night, and some ask for a glass of peace. Some people are willing to tell stories, while others are willing to exchange their beloved watches. Everything is not clearly marked. I listen to everyone's stories and take them to sleep every morning.