Camphor Wood Chair

In the big house of the Li family in Qingshanao, central Hunan, ten-year-old Li Yuanbao always felt that she was different from other children - she could see things that others could not see and dream about the future that had not yet happened. All this comes from her grandfather Li Maolin, a Feng Shui master who can dig out exquisite wood work and draw talismans. Grandpa's shiny camphor wood deck chair, engraved with a house-protecting talisman, is the guardian of the family and the harbor of Yuanbao's childhood. From being frightened for his neighbors to witnessing the omen of drowning of a young man in a neighboring village, Yuan Bao, under the guidance of his grandfather, ignorantly touched on the ancestral skills. But when she was admitted to the town's middle school and put on a navy blue police uniform, she lost her way in the bustling world, leaving her aura and inheritance behind. Traveling away from home, her love was frustrated, until the sad news of her grandfather's death woke her up - the peace charm that she kept close to her body and then put aside casually became an eternal regret. Grandma's car accident pulled her back to her hometown. When sorting out the relics, the yellowed notebook and those elegant traditional Chinese characters made her finally understand: ancestral veins are not constraints, but roots. Reiki is not an alien, it is a responsibility. Today, she is a policewoman in Qingshan'ao and a descendant of the Zu'an sect's craftsmanship. In the sunshine, she protects the safety of the place; in the dark night, she draws talismans with her pen and whispers incantations for the frightened children. The camphor wood chair is still there, but its owner has changed. Li Yuanbao, in her own way, is writing the things engraved in her bones and blood into this era that belongs to her, stroke by stroke.