Character: Hattori Miyako (Bobo, Xiaobo)-ghostwriter.

The previous generation-Bobo's grandmother, the previous generation ghostwriter.

Mrs. Barbara Bobo's neighbor

Glow, glow, glow, glow.

? I meditated in my mind.

? The stars appear in the empty inner darkness, and finally they are even a little dazzling.

—— Excerpted from Camellia Stationery Store

? At the foot of the mountain in Kamakura era, there was a small Japanese house with a tall camellia tree in front of it. The owner of the house turned the small house into a commercial and residential use. The left side facing away from the old door reads "Camellia" and the right side reads "Stationery Store", named Camellia Stationery Store.

? Although Camellia Stationery Store is called Stationery Store, it is mainly engaged in ghostwriting business. The ghostwriter's main business includes but is not limited to signing red envelopes and paper bags for customers, writing articles engraved on monuments, naming papers with the names of newborns and parents, signboards, company management concepts and signatures.

? Hattori Miyako (Bobo) is a contemporary ghostwriter, while the previous generation was a ghostwriter and Bobo's grandmother. According to the previous generation, the Yugong family is a ghostwriter handed down from generation to generation, and Bobo is the eleventh ghostwriter.

? At the age of one and a half, Bobo began to learn five-tone calligraphy songs. When I was six years old, I picked up a brush for the first time. That's my grandmother's brush made of fetal hair. Under the strict training of the previous generation, Bobo has been practicing calligraphy since grinding ink. Even the holidays are used to practice calligraphy, so Bobo has no friends when he studies. Until the second year of high school, Bobo began to have a rebellious period. He hates practicing calligraphy, abusing the old woman who died for him, and dressing himself up as a 109 spice girl. Later, I wandered abroad, and after the death of my last generation, I came back to take over the stationery store that no one could take over.

? Bobo received a total of nine letters, of which the one that impressed me the most was the one requested by Kitaro Shirakawa.

? When Shirakawa Kitaro's mother lived in a nursing home, she always clamored to go home and wait for Shirakawa's father to write back. However, the father is a very cold person in the eyes of children. He always keeps a straight face and never says a thoughtful and comforting word. How can he send a letter to his mother?

? Later, I opened my mother's closet and realized that my father would send a letter to my mother every time he went out, in case my mother was worried. Although the handwriting on the letter is dignified, it reveals his love for his wife between the lines. No matter whether the letter begins with "Dear Hanazono Sakura" or "My Dear Hanazono Sakura", the signature office must be "the person who loves Hanazono Sakura the most in the world".

? However, my father died, how can I send a letter to my mother? Therefore, Kitaro of Shirakawa came to ask his mother for a ghost letter, hoping that she could get rid of this worry.

? Everyone, at different ages, experiences different lives, so the handwriting is constantly changing. When I was in primary school, I was in my twenties. Later, I was in my fifties and sixties, and my style of writing was changing. Ghost writing for my dead father can't simply copy the words in the letter, but must conform to his current state of mind. Ghost writers, like shadow fighters, should be their shadows and close to their hearts.

? Fortunately, when Shirakawa's mother received this ghostwriting letter, everything was relieved and she passed away peacefully.

? Bobo gradually untied the knot with the previous generation in the process of ghostwriting for many times.

? At first, although she hated the previous generation, she still left the notes written by the previous generation, without tearing them up or throwing them away. Probably, I miss you. I don't need to repeat it in too many words. My every move is for: I miss you.

? Later, she received letters from the grandson of her pen pal of the previous generation, all of which were written to her pen pal by the previous generation. There are 123 letters. In every letter, no matter how light or heavy, Bobo is indispensable.

? At this moment, I think that if I convey this love to Bobo well when I am together, maybe Bobo will not hate her.

? Fortunately, Bobo received it. Bobo even received a late message.

? Mrs Barbara, Bobo's neighbor, is an old man, but she is always immersed in happiness. When she wears lipstick, she will lick her lips and make a "bang bang" sound. She won't prune the drooping hydrangea, she will make some boyfriends, she will travel abroad, she will sit in the back seat of Bobo's bike and blow her hair, she will take Bobo to enjoy food, and she will make friends of different ages. ...

? She told Bobo the curse of happiness-saying "sparkling" in her heart.

? In her later years, she has been enjoying every moment. Then accept death quietly and fearlessly. I admire Mrs. Barbara's attitude towards life.

? 16 Writing by hand reminds me of the previous story. In college, I often write letters to my friends, and I also use registered letters to ensure that the letters arrive accurately. In fact, there is nothing important in the letter, just some trivial things that happened recently. It's not that we can't contact by mobile phone, but we found a letter with my name written on it from a thick stack of mailboxes. When we opened it, it seemed as if we were holding a hand warmer in our hands, which warmed our whole heart.

? In this book, the author recorded Bobo's normal life with trivial matters. Unlike our profound "fast-paced life", everything in the book is slow. It takes an hour to walk slowly from home to the theater, slowly pedal to find delicious food, and slowly send letters to my pen pal sister by email. ...

? The author's writing is exquisite and touching. Even in the cold winter, I can feel the heat in my heart.

? After that, I got up and groped for the stationery in the deepest part of the bookcase, laid it flat on the desktop, turned on the desk lamp that gave off warm yellow light, unscrewed the pen that only absorbed black ink a few days ago, and slowly wrote: I also read the letter. ...