There is a honeysuckle pattern silver fragment embedded in the brick cracks in Qingwa Alley. It was the "inspiration" that jewelry designer Lin Zhixia picked up while working on a manuscript. However, unexpectedly, the next day, Shen Tingbai, the descendant of Shen Ji Tang at the end of the alley, blocked the entrance to the studio.
Shen Tingbai used this as a threat.
Lin Zhixia thought it was a forced "fragment transaction", but gradually discovered that everything was his plan. The mugwort he gave her could soothe her nerves and just cure her insomnia caused by revising her manuscript until early in the morning.
The recipe for dyeing silver for her was an old recipe that his grandfather worked with her grandpa.
Even the honeysuckle pattern on the drawers of the drug store was carved based on her childhood graffiti when he was fifteen.
But this tenderness hidden in the fragrance of medicine is always interrupted unexpectedly: the second male lead in a suit and tie handed her a business contract and advised her to "don't be stuck in an old alley. If you change the design, you can become a top-notch person."
The gentle Chinese medicine practitioner girl clutched the copied design draft and said sourly, "You don't understand Chinese medicine, so you are not worthy of the pharmacy he keeps."
Even his cousin was carrying a hammer to tear down the old medicine mortar, shouting that "tradition should have been eliminated long ago."
Lin Zhixia looked at Shen Ting Bai Hu's back in front of her, and suddenly pressed the silver fragments into the dye: "Change the design? I want to carve the medicine mortar pattern into the silver jewelry; keep the medicine shop? I want to renew this half-year agreement for a lifetime."
Later, Lao Xiang's co-branded silver incense box became popular. The silver box contained the soothing incense he mixed. The box was engraved with her painting of honeysuckle vines. There was only one line on the exhibition card: "The fragments of fourteen years have finally been put together. I am never guarding the drug store, but you who picked up the silver pieces at the alley."
The idea: to use the old alley as the background, connect the professional collision of "handmade silver jewelry and traditional Chinese medicine", and write the story of young people rejecting commercial alienation and protecting traditional fireworks. It not only hides the deliberate secret love of "a piece of silver as a contract", but also writes about the growth and responsibility of "sharing the old alley".