Nine Heavens: the Fourth Wing

Angelica without return >In 1954, Shen Huaian, the young master of the drug store, met the barefoot doctor Zhou Yanqing for the first time. >The man squatted in the mud to save a tenant farmer who was coughing up blood, his collar stained with Angelica shavings. > "He is like a thorny herb," Shen Huaian wrote in his diary, "It pricks the hand, but makes people feel at ease." >They escaped the wild dogs in years of famine and secretly preserved ancestral medicines amid the wave of communeization. >On the night of the flood, Zhou Yanqing pushed him onto the roof: "Stay alive, Huai'an." >Ten years later, the red armbands on the stage of the criticism shouted: "Down with the bourgeoisie's filial son and virtuous grandson Shen Huaian!" >When Shen Huaian lowered his head and confessed, he saw Zhou Yanqing in the crowd. >The man's lips moved silently, and what he said was the same sentence he said during the flood: "Stay alive." >Later Shen Huaian received a packet of angelica seeds with a note: "This medicine is warm in nature and can help return the heart." >He planted all over the backyard, but he didn't know that Zhou Yanqing was buried in the wind and snow of Beidahuang.