The Chipped Bowl Called Me 'Dad' Three Times

The night his stall was smashed at the night market, Zhou Chuan spent three yuan to buy a chipped, broken bowl from a fellow vendor. As soon as he touched it, the bowl spoke: "Don't sell it to Cripple San." The second sentence—it called out his father's childhood name, Haiwa. His father had been missing for three years; in the whole family, only his late grandmother had ever called him that. From that day on, whenever Zhou Chuan touched a damaged old object, he could hear the last words left behind by its previous owner. Three times a day—any more and his nose would bleed. Forged signatures, deleted surveillance footage, text messages from a phone number canceled three years ago... a three-yuan bowl dragged him into an artifact-smuggling chain. The people who smashed his stall—he was going to nail every single one of them back. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Chipped Bowl Called Me 'Dad' Three Times — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠