Qingshixiang Medicinal Fragrance

Name: Qingshixiang Medicinal Fragrance
Author: Writer Jupi0e

by Writer Jupi0e

ongoing Modern Romance Marriage & Love Female Lead

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6Kwords4chapters

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Ch. 4 — Velvet Flowers and the Unspoken "thank You

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About This Novel

In the morning mist of Qingshi Lane, the scent of medicine is the only signpost. Twenty-two-year-old Lin Xiaoman guards the ancestral "Lin's Medical Clinic" and can identify all diseases with three fingers, but he is always tripped by the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his sleeve pocket - the hairpin falls into the crack of the door threshold, the broken hair sticks to the sweaty forehead when diagnosing the pulse, and the red rope braided for combing the cat is used as an amulet by a sparrow. But when her fingertips touched her pulse gate, the panic in her eyes quietly subsided, leaving only the ten years of silence in front of the medicine cabinet. One early morning when the rainy season was approaching, novelist Shen Mo, who had been insomniac for three years, pushed in the door. His writings are full of suspense, but he cannot solve the dilemma of sitting alone every night. A piece of jujube kernel soup and half a bag of acacia flower pillow made ripples appear on the dry manuscript paper. He quietly wrote a new chapter about the daily routine of the medical clinic: the gravekeeper carried the "singing stone" in his arms, the down-and-out scholar hid half a volume of incomplete manuscripts in his sleeve... And the girl who always drew small bamboo leaves on the corners of the prescriptions became the gentlest blank space on the tip of his pen. When the lane is deep and people are quiet, the medicine grinder rustles the time. She used silver needles to sew up the cracks in her memory, and he recorded the temperature of fireworks with ink marks. The red rope at the corner of the eaves tied the copper bell, which also tied the silent resonance of two lonely souls-- It turns out that the deepest disease in the world is never physical pain, but the missing corner of tenderness in the heart that is gently supported by the fragrance of medicine.