Shen Zhichun rescued the dying scholar Lin Yanzhi in the valley. In the next three years, she spent all her savings on collecting herbs, spinning fabrics, and farming, supporting him to study hard during the cold period, and watching him go to the capital to take exams.
Everyone was waiting for her to marry the number one scholar in a grand manner, but what they were waiting for was the news that he was marrying the prime minister's daughter in order to seize the rich and powerful. A piece of paper cuts off the friendship that lasted for several years, plus a bag of silver, which is like a charity but more like a humiliation.
Shen Zhichun never went to Beijing to question him, and kept quiet. He quietly moved to a secluded mountain area, cultivated half an acre of medicine garden, and lived aloof from the world.
Until I met Su Yanqing. On the surface, this gentle man is a local squire, but deep down he has an invisible past - he is familiar with medicinal materials, knows the pharmacists, and the town shopkeeper respects him. He spends generously, but is extremely gentle to others. He never says where he comes from, nor why he settled in this poor mountain village. He just stayed by her side day after day, holding an umbrella on rainy days and sending charcoal on winter nights. He appeared just when she needed him, quietly retreated when she resisted, and warmed her frozen heart inch by inch with the ordinary fireworks of a thin stream.
As time goes by, Lin Yanzhi, who holds a high position, is trapped in the court, suffers from chronic illness, and is heartbroken by the memories of the past every night. He finally left everything behind and ran thousands of miles into the mountains, full of regret and wanting to redeem himself.
The aroma of medicine filled the courtyard. Shen Zhichun lowered his head to take care of the herbs with a calm expression:
"The spring breeze in Longshang comes back every year, but I no longer wait for my old friend."
