The Scent of Medicine on the Way Home

Memory Puzzle Player/Contradictory Dependent Body/Qingcha Family Home Record 16-year-old Lin Jianshen lost his memory due to a bizarre accident. He was taken back to a strange family of traditional Chinese medicine and fell into confusion about his identity. The eldest brother Lin Qibai is forbearing like ancient jade, the adopted brother Lin Xiuyuan is as rational as a scalpel, and the third fraternal twin brother Lin Jianxing is both jealous and gentle. The three brothers with very different personalities try to make up for the missed sixteen years in completely different ways. Lin Jianshen was torn between the two bloodlines, and the Western freedom given by his adoptive family Zhou family was engraved into his muscle memory - he was once held by Zhou Jinglan, the second sister of the Zhou family, and created a sharp death spiral in the Paris fencing hall; and the ancestral training inherited by the Lin family was like a silver needle penetrating the hole. When the third brother taught him the Tai Chi sword step by step, the tip of the sword always lost control and drew the sharp trajectory of a Western sword. Zhou Jinglan's scolding voice in French rang in his ears, but there was clearly no "sister" in Lin's family tree. The moxibustion smoke was mixed with the sweet scent of macarons, and he couldn't even remember who the "strange brother" who gave him the dessert was. When those sealed memories came back: it turned out that muscles would betray, blood would lie, and the real destination was the sighs and regrets that the three men responded to at the same time when he confused the title of "brother." When Zhou Mu Sheng's white suit was soaked in blood, Lin Jianshen could understand the edited memory patterns - those last words were more painful than Angelica's. "Guard him for me, just like back then..." "The doctor knocked on the three thousand meridian points but could not find the scattered souls." The copper bell on Lin Jianshen's wrist always stops at 21:47. That is the time when the pocket watch stops, and it is also the mantra for old friends to forget each other.