Silver Knitted Miniature Painting

Name: Silver Knitted Miniature Painting
Author: Rusty Wind On Page Seven

by Rusty Wind On Page Seven

ongoing Modern Romance Exotic Romance Female Lead

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59Kwords7chapters

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Ch. 7 — 伤痕夜，灵魂语

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About This Novel

Lin Sheng, a female acupuncturist who left Beijing, inherited her mother's old house in a remote mountain village in Yunnan. She tried to use herbal medicine and silver needles to heal the illnesses of the left-behind elderly people, as well as the trauma of losing her loved ones and professional beliefs. At the same time, Kawi, an Iranian miniature painting restorer who was under pressure from his family, came to restore the endangered Dong murals. An accidental spill of paint causes their worlds to intersect. The Persian medical book he brought recorded similar mugwort, and the silver needle in her hand dredged his meridians that had become stiff due to long-term work with his head raised. Two souls trapped by "perfection", in front of the miasmatic rainforest, the lingering moxa smoke and the mottled ancient murals, began a dialogue that started with skills and ended with the soul. She taught him how to identify the veins of herbs, and he used finely drawn lines to interpret the human body's meridians for her. When rumors and doubts grew with the mountain breeze, when restoration funds were running out and the developer's bulldozers approached the Drum Tower, they decided to jointly launch an almost naive plan - to use "TCM retreat" and "memory restoration" to save this dying village. This is not only an encounter across civilizations, but also a mutual redemption. He used gold thread to outline the blurry old photos of her mother, and she used moxibustion to warm the cold winter when he was torn apart by his faith and family. While restoring murals, old photos and ancient techniques, they also repaired each other's riddled souls. When the last piece of gold foil was pasted on the corners of the newly painted Dong statues, they knew that some beauty would never fade, and some love could transcend mountains and prejudices and weave eternity on the canvas of the soul.