Yun Qinghe carried the half-used red postcard entrusted to her by her grandma before she died, and carried a shampoo-white canvas bag on her back. From an old country house full of mint and mugwort, she broke into the Gu family courtyard in the second ring road of Beijing. The handwriting on the red post, "Yunjia Qinghe, Gujia Shiyan" was worn to hair, just like her "fulfillment of the contract" - her fiancé Gu Shiyan, whom she had never met before, raised her eyebrows impatiently, and there was undisguised contempt in her eyes: "Country girl, don't come and cause trouble."
She made no excuses and just quietly lived in the west wing. During the day, she carried a canvas bag to attend classes at the Peking University School of Medicine (no one knew that she was a distinguished professor under the coarse cloth gown). At night, she used silver needles to treat Gu Shiyan's old injuries; She pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair and saved a man with a heart attack with her bare hands; when she lost control of the racing track, she drove a backup car to accurately stop the dangerous situation; even the soft piano music humming under the moonlight made Gu Shiyan, who was used to seeing glitz, tremble.
When the layers of identity of the "country girl" were peeled off - an international acupuncture gold medal winner, a Cambridge honorary researcher, an all-rounder who can drive cars and play the piano, and even the jade pendant engraved with mysterious symbols in the wooden box gradually emerged, Gu Shiyan stared at her back watering the medicine garden, his Adam's apple rolling: "The engagement... How about giving it a serious try?"
Yun Qinghe turned around and smiled, his eyes reflecting the begonias in the courtyard: "Mr. Gu, let me tell you first, I am not here to visit the Gu family."
