He is a doctor living in troubled times, and he is just a passer-by, never staying for anyone.
He held an umbrella alone and stood on the bow of the boat with a smile, slowly drifting down the river. Peach blossoms fell on his shoulders along the bank, and a touch of loneliness passed quietly in his eyes. No one knew who he was waiting for.
Anyone who expects what he can give can only stand blankly by the roadside, suffocated by the fragrance of jasmine mixed with the breath of death when he passes by wrapped in that wide green robe.
She was a duckweed who accidentally fell into this troubled world. She was terminally ill and drifted with the tide, unable to break free from the shackles of fate. The past is like a dream, and the past is like smoke. Is the encounter in the dark a conspiracy, or is it a fate that has already been settled? Along the bumpy journey, he was like the curling mist in the mountains, following him like a shadow, and how many unknown secrets were hidden behind that gentleness?
This is a song of separation away from the hustle and bustle of the city, without any commotion and away from the hustle and bustle. If you happen to be here by chance, you might as well stay and listen carefully.
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BY Mo Zheng
Physicians, meaning.
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Due to some reasons, the update of this article has been suspended, and I sincerely apologize. The author plans to go on a trip at the end of June, and may continue serializing after returning. The time cannot be determined, and I will make another announcement then. I would like to thank all readers for your weekly attention, as well as every comment, flower, favorite and click^^. I also hope that everyone will be happy, healthy and smooth during this period. See you soon^^
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