In the ancient book teahouse, she specializes in treating contemporary heart diseases:
My name is Lin Zhaojun, and I opened a "Guanfu Pavilion" in the old alley.
The urban men and women who come to ** each have their own terminal illnesses:
Some people use Excel sheets to find their soul mates, some use monitoring software to measure love, some are chased to the point of collapse by the "social clock", and some live like an isolated island among millions of fans.
I don't do psychological counseling.
I just invite them to tea and ask them if they are "abstracted and their kidneys are dry."
When my best friend who pursues perfection is obsessed with having a "three-dimensional" boyfriend, I just let her look at the tea in the cup: "Do you want three perfect symbols, or a person who can blend in with your tea?"
Here, ancient wisdom is not metaphysics, but a scalpel that can accurately cut open the most secret obsessions and fears of contemporary people.
A unit story every day will help you understand the inner scroll, learn to lie flat, and see through fate.
Guanfu Pavilion does not cure symptoms, but only cures the cause.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
