Shen Hemian is only good at two things in his life: drinking medicine and reading.
He thought he would spend his whole life like this - sick and torn, becoming a boring person between medicine stoves and books.
Until a boy riding a white horse moved next door.
Lu Qingyan climbed over the wall to deliver loquats, diagnosed his pulse and prescribed prescriptions, decoction medicine and make porridge, and confidently broke into his stable life.
He said: "Your disease is not incurable."
Shen Hemian didn't believe it. But he began to trust this person.
From the gap in Jiqingfang to the side hall of Dali Temple, from the "Medicine Furnace Poetry Scroll" on the snow to the long life thread tied crookedly on the wrist -
It turns out that traveling is difficult, not because the road is dangerous, but because there are fewer and fewer people traveling.
Fortunately, you are here.
Purpose: I like poetry and literature.