Gu Xueyi was trapped in a deep house for half her life.
Etiquette is entangled, ups and downs cannot be controlled, marriages are manipulated, and people's hearts are betrayed. She restrained her sharp edges all year round, lived her life with forbearance, and endured all her tenderness in the endless dealings with people and internal friction. After discovering the illusion of the secular world, she resolutely gave up her status as a marquis and went to a secluded ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River to open a fragrance house.
From then on, I burned incense every day to meditate, use the incense to relieve myself, and use the smoke to relieve my sorrow. I just hope that a furnace of clear fragrance can heal the old wounds all over my body, so that the rest of my life can be pure and undisturbed, and I can be alone and peaceful.
I thought that in the years to come, I would only live with ashes and smoke.
But across the wall, he met the owner of the painting gallery - Lin Zitong.
He was once a talented and famous artist in the capital. He became famous at a young age, read all about the world, and was used to the hypocrisy and strife in the fame and fortune fair. Tired of the hustle and bustle, tired of the coldness of people's hearts, he finally gave up his fame and retired to the south of the Yangtze River, where he closed his doors and wrote books to escape the world with his pen and ink.
He has a clear and gentle temperament, is transparent and self-possessed, his eyebrows hide the tranquility of the mountains and rivers, and his heart has been filled with coldness for half his life.
Separated by a wall, there is fragrance and ink.
She burned incense in the morning, and the green smoke curled over the low wall, gently entering his room and filling the room with incense;
He started writing at dusk, tracing the pictures in detail, and every year on the paper, she was burning incense and sitting in meditation.
He saw through the deep scars of loneliness hidden under her cold appearance. He never asked about the past or forced comfort, but only tolerated all her defenses with his long-term silent tenderness.
She melted away the cold desolation that had accumulated in him for half his life, and gently smoothed away the tiredness of mountains and rivers in his eyes with her lingering fragrance.
Making incense in the spring, watching the stove in the summer night, studying ink in the autumn evening, and chatting in the winter snow.
No one to disturb, no disputes and entanglements, no worldly constraints.
Two people who were covered with hardships and recovered independently met in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. They cherished each other and made everything perfect in both directions.
A furnace of burning incense will spend the rest of your life, and a stroke of painting will give you tenderness.
All the hustle and bustle in the world has become dust, but cigarettes live up to the years, pen and ink live up to the sincerity, burning incense year after year, it is you every year.
Purpose: Love in the Republic of China