Xitangman

A Xitang River, half of Jiangnan. The old letter in the third drawer of the drug store, the faint scar on the wrist of the tea shop proprietress, the figure always waiting there under the bridge panel - this is a story about protection and reunion. Twenty-eight-year-old Gu Qingci guarded his ancestral medicine shop until a letter from twenty years ago revealed all the secrets: three young people had used a hidden line in Xitang to transport medicine to the poor. One of them disappeared, one left his hometown, and the other sealed the truth in the stone crevices of the covered bridge. Now their descendants recognize each other again across an ancient town. Amidst the scent of tea, smoke and medicine, the broken threads are being stitched back together stitch by stitch. Here there are the market fireworks under the canopy, the lonely singing on the night boat, the sweetness of Gorgon cake, the fragrance of Biluochun, and the strong taste of peach blossom stuffing. Seven ordinary people, the secrets of half an ancient town, and a spring that has been waiting for too long. When all the threads meet under the third pillar of the covered bridge, you will understand - something is like the water in Xitang, calm on the surface but always flowing underneath.