Only the Fragrance Remains the Same

Xiao Lin, the third son of the Xiao family in the north, has a cold temperament. He has a wolf-like vigilance and stubbornness hidden in his sword-shaped brows and starry eyes. The family power struggle has made him an abandoned son or a chess piece, and he has been branded as a "medicine man". The blood of the Miao people is the source of the family's medicine, and the secret technique of Burning Heart is like wildfire in the body, but it cannot burn away the pain - his mother died in the sea of ​​​​fire to protect him, and the family regards his blood as a gift to his concubine. The old scars all over the body are the sorrows of the past, and the coldness of trying medicine in the ice cellar is hidden in the wrists. The scarred and bereaved dog met the person who changed his life in Liantang, Lingzhou. It was Xie Huaizhou who picked him up. This traveling doctor who lives on a houseboat walks like running water, his eyes are filled with warmth, and his plain clothes are always smelling of mugwort and poria. The affectionate eyes hide the doctor's compassion and unknown past. When the silver needle opened the rotten flesh and Qinling's warm water caressed his heart, everything no longer seemed like a chaotic dream. "I will heal you of everything." Everything Xiao Lin carried was gradually smoothed away by the ointment on his fingertips and the decoction decocted slowly. "The fragrance of medicine lingers, you and I have been inseparable for a long time." The medicine is the blade and the fragrance is the lead. It looks like a wandering cloud and wild crane. The soul-guarding knot on the wrist secretly binds the unchanging fate with Xiao Lin, and also makes ripples appear in Xie Huaizhou's dusty past. Traveling from the south of the Yangtze River to Lingnan and then to Annan, avoiding the shadow guards and breaking the poisonous poison, they depended on each other in the mist and rain of the south of the Yangtze River and the miasma of the south of the Lingnan. Little did they know that the undercurrent ahead, like the depths of the lotus pond, would eventually set off a stormy sea. Xiao Lin was shocked to realize that what Xie Huaizhou had treated for him was probably not just a trauma, but also a scar called "life experience" that spanned half his life - and this long road hid a greater disaster. The fragrance of the medicine is still the same, it is a promise, a tie, and the thread that leads to the intertwining of two people's fates. But at the end of this silk ribbon, is it salvation or a deeper quagmire? Intention: The fragrance of the medicine remains the same, which is the aftertaste of pain and the sweetness of redemption. It tells us: Even if we are poisoned by fate, the warmth and ties deep in our hearts can eventually become a good solution.