Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Di Dongqing accepted the shiny candy, but didn't put it in her mouth.

Zhong Qi didn't know that although he bought candy, he didn't buy it for himself.He has never been the one who likes sugar, he prefers bitterness to sweetness.

He likes the bitterness of tea soup, the freshness and bitterness of wild vegetables, and the heavy astringency and bitterness of dried herbs when they melt between his lips and teeth.

When he was a child, the neighbors in Sanping Village often teased him: "What a strange boy, he doesn't like sweets, but bitters instead."

Neighbors do not know that only the bitterness of the mouth can counteract the bitterness of the heart.

Many years ago, in the setting sun that was burning like a flame, he stood on the hill, looking at the home that had been reduced to ashes. Since then, he has been greedy for the smell that ordinary people hate.

He struggled to grow amidst the bitterness, like a green bamboo breaking joints, making a crackling sound from the depths of his body.It's like a golden cicada shedding its shell, breaking out its old skin in severe pain.

He once firmly believed that as long as he chewed away all the bitterness, he could taste the real sweetness.

Today, he has surpassed his master and gained fame.But instead of feeling happy, he was even more sleepy and confused.

In a trance, he realized that he had been wrong all along.

The end of suffering may not come with joy, the rain may not come to an end, the world has never been so simple, and the fate imposed on him by the gods has never been merciful.

Di Dongqing felt exhausted like never before, like a vigorous young man growing old overnight.Even so, he still wore a polite smile in front of people.

Only when the sun was setting and the Hongyi Medical Center closed for business, could he indulge himself for a while, allowing the tiredness to creep up on his brows.

Zhong Qi and Xiao Rong were still cleaning the room, they brought up a bucket of water, put it down unsteadily, and dipped the copper kettle for boiling medicine into it for washing.

Their foreheads were almost touching each other, splashing water with both hands, secretly splashing on each other, their sleeves rustling, their mouths arguing, but they didn't dare to make too loud noises, deliberately lowered their voices, Like a chirping bird on a branch.

Di Dongqing stood at the other end of the room, watching the two naughty children laughing and playing.

The look on the children's faces reminded him of the smell of candy that he had once forgotten.

Sweetness and bitterness seem to be separated by a world.

He rested his hand lightly on the table.Fingertips accidentally touched a piece of paper.

It's a piece of letter paper, folded in four and pressed under the tea tray, with only a small corner exposed. The color of the paper is similar to the color of the table, so it's easy to miss if you don't look carefully.

He took out the letter paper and checked it repeatedly. There were water stains in the same shape as the edge of the tea tray on the paper. It must have been pressed for a while. He recalled it carefully, but he still couldn't remember the origin of the letter paper.

He simply spread out the letter paper. There was no signature or other handwriting in the letter. There was only a crooked sketch. The vertical and horizontal squares traced the shape of the market, like a map.

He turned the letter paper half a circle, turned the building that looked like a city tower towards him, groped along the road with his fingers, and found the location of Hongyi Medical Center, and soon confirmed the direction of Baifu.

Although the drawing is a bit sloppy, it is indeed a map of Jiangyu City.

The map is drawn with thin lines of black ink, except for a red mark drawn in the direction of the oblique angle. The red ink outlines the shape of a long and narrow leaf with distinct veins. Because of the color, it looks like an autumn leaf.

He was even more curious, and when the two children finished their work, he called Zhong Qi to his side and asked, "Do you know what is painted here?"

Zhong Qi glanced at it, nodded and said, "This is very close to my house," but after taking a closer look, she quickly shook her head, "No, no, you can't go here."

"Why not?"

The girl raised her hand and poked on the map: "You don't know, this area is the prison, where the bad guys are held. They are all the bad guys who have killed people. Brother Dongqing is a good guy, so of course you can't go looking for the bad guy."

His heart trembled, the prison in Jiangyu City was where Master was being held at this moment.

Could the red leaves hint at Lu Zhengqiu's name?

He can't visit the prison, but the location of the blade is not the gate of the prison, but a nearby location. Could it be another entrance?

He blinked and asked, "If you do something bad, is it considered a bad person?"

Zhong Qi nodded and said, "Of course."

"What if you did a bad thing and then did a good thing. What if you killed someone and saved someone?"

When he spoke, he kept his eyes on the marks on the paper, and his voice was very low, more like talking to himself than asking.

Zhong Qi raised her head and pursed her lips: "You are so convoluted, what do you mean, I don't understand, do you want to teach me?"

Di Dongqing's fingers trembled, and she quickly put away the map, turned her gaze back to the two children, smiled again, and said, "I won't teach you this, I have a few medical books here, take them back Look, if there is anything you don't understand, circle it first, and I will tell you tomorrow."

Zhong Qi and Xiao Rong took his book, with joyful expressions on their faces, they nodded heavily and said, "Okay!"

"Remember not to call me master."

"Know it."

The two chattering children were finally satisfied and set foot on the way home together.After they left, Di Dongqing was the only one left in the medical hall, completely shrouded in silence.

The night was dark, the streets outside were silent, and even the sound of melting snow dripping down the eaves became clearly audible.

He spent several sleepless nights here, there was no familiar breathing around him, and the silence seemed to be a valley without people, which made it difficult for him to fall asleep.

He still didn't sleep tonight.

But tonight he didn't have to endure the silence, the jars in his hands collided with each other, making many short noises.

These days, he has been seeing patients, and he has saved a lot of medicinal herbs made from vanilla. He divided them according to their properties and forms, picked out some, carefully packed them in bottles, and then took the sugar that Zhong Qi sent and put into it.

The night was still long, and he was going to see his master.

It doesn't matter who left the map, Qu Ying or someone else.As long as it leads to a prison, that's enough.

Finally, he spread out the paper, picked up the pen, and wanted to write something.

He sat in front of the desk, enveloped in silence again, the candlelight cast a long shadow behind him, and the shadow made his figure even smaller.

Thousands of words filled the tiny body, almost breaking him, but his hand was hanging in the air, and it didn't come down for a long time.

His pen had been hanging for too long, the ink dripped down the tip of the pen, stained the paper, and splashed a dark mark, which wrinkled and stained the white and flat paper.

The tip of the pen also fell down and landed on the side of the print.

He carefully folded the letter and put it in his sleeve together with the medicine bottle, then blew out the candle, turned and went out, and walked into the night alone.