Traditional Chinese Medicine: Back to the years when educated youths went to the countryside

Chapter 43: Untying Luan Hongying’s knot

Chinese people have empathy engraved in their bones.

Our ancestors thousands of years ago could write beautiful poems like "The grass is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water." How could a little girl full of sorrow not be moved by the scenery?

In the concept of traditional Chinese medicine, a person should not be too emotional, otherwise it will harm the body.

This is also the reason why many people who go to get their pulse checked will be tricked by unknown old doctors who will try to get rid of them with just a few words.

Because, apart from your parents and relatives, they may be the group of people who care most about whether you are happy or not.

Emotional diseases are particularly difficult to explain.

Wang Chengzhou saw that his hard-working tricks finally worked, he quickly struck while the iron was hot and said softly:
"Sister, the river lantern is a tribute to the ancestors by future generations, a consolation to the deceased, and a wish to the living."

"People believe that it will flow along the water, crossing the boundary between life and death, and convey thoughts to relatives who have been away for a long time."

"Tell them how they are doing on earth and pray for their love in heaven."

The words were eloquent, but for the simple Luan Hongying, they had a deafening and huge impact.

"real……"

Her eyes widened in shock, and she stared at him blankly, gesturing with her fingers anxiously.

"Really, would I still lie to you?" Wang Chengzhou chuckled and handed her a lotus lantern, "Senior sister, do you have anything to say to your deceased parents?"

"Come, let me teach you."

"Take the river lantern, and before putting it into the water, recite what you want to say silently in your heart, and then light it. The river lantern will go along the river, traveling between the yin and yang worlds, and convey your words."

Luan Hongying blinked, hurriedly turned on the lotus lamp, folded her hands on her chest, closed her eyes, and meditated silently for a while.

After lighting it, place it in the stream and watch it flow away without blinking.

Finally, the river lantern turned a corner on the cliff and disappeared into the darkness.

Luan Hongying finally found sustenance, her shoulders slumped, as if all the suffering of the past ten years was weighing on her.

Those little lotus lanterns, like hard-working porters, visibly relieved her of stress.

"Senior sister, I know that you have suffered a lot of grievances over the years. They slandered you, slandered you, slandered you, and blamed all unexpected tragedies on a little girl who is only seven years old. How abominable!"

"In fact, putting up river lanterns originated from an activity of literati and poets. People put their cups into the stream, and whoever floats the farthest can drink more wine. It is originally a kind of beauty. yearning."

"Just like a little girl who wants beautiful new clothes during the Chinese New Year."

Wang Chengzhou had just finished speaking.

Luan Hongying's pupils trembled violently, and her autumn-like eyes were filled with fear, regret, and longing, just like sparkling ripples.

"Everyone has a love for beauty, let alone an innocent little girl?" Wang Chengzhou continued quickly, not giving her a chance to think wildly, "We are all cups in the stream, carrying beautiful hopes. However, there are always things in the world. There will be surprises, just as there are always eddies in a stream.”

"Did we give up this interesting activity just because the cup sank? If that were the case, the custom of putting out river lanterns wouldn't have happened."

"We have to learn to make peace with our past selves, just like a parent never resents his daughter."

Luan Hongying started to cry.

His thin shoulders trembled, he covered his mouth, sobbed for a long time, and finally burst into tears.

Luan Xiuwu in the distance wiped his tears, feeling indescribably smooth in his heart.

It was as if he was the one who had accumulated ten years of depression.

Luan Hongying's emotions have never been out of control. Even when she was a child, she always looked cold and stubborn.

It was the first time that I cried so hard like today.

I have to say that this guy Wang Chengzhou is really talented.

Luan Xiuwu felt grateful in his heart.

She secretly made up her mind to keep this bitch away from her precious granddaughter.

A guy who can control a girl's emotions at will is definitely not a good person!Wang Chengzhou didn't know that Lao Luantou would retaliate against him, so he sat silently beside him, handing him a handkerchief.

After her emotions were completely resolved, Luan Hongying became much softer.

Seeing that she was no longer crying, Wang Chengzhou handed over a lotus lantern and comforted her:

"Sister, you can do it as long as you want."

"Tell your parents what you want to say."

"From now on, you no longer have to hide in the mountains and ignore worldly affairs. If those people continue to speak evil words, you will beat them. If they are broken, I will cure them!"

Listening to his wise words, a smile appeared on Luan Hongying's lips, she took the lotus lamp, lit it, and put it into the water.

Then, like a little girl, she held her hands and prayed until the yellow light flowed into the depths of the mountain forest.

Until it gets dark, the above actions are still repeated.

Now, Wang Chengzhou was anxious.

I was afraid that I would be scolded if I went back late.

He stammered: "Senior...Senior Sister, you talk a bit too much today. In fact, you can keep chanting for a while. The river lantern is of good quality and can be carried."

Luan Hongying raised her head and laughed, glared at him, and straightened up.He wiped his eyes, picked up the red tassel gun, and sent him out of the mountain.

All the way to the top of the mountain.

The sunset in the sky is about to disappear, and the earth is hazy.

A dark village is located among the fields, with a faint smoke floating in the air.

Occasionally, one or two sparks can be seen.

"Sister?"

I saw her standing on the top of the mountain, clenching her fists, and she was in a trance.

Wang Chengzhou shouted, chuckled, grabbed her, and walked down the mountain road.

Luan Hongying's body was tense, as if she had gone through a life and death test.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, looking at the small village in front of us, our breathing became rapid.

Ten years later, she has let go of her worries and stepped into this land again.

The streets and alleys there still echoed with the babbling drama of a little girl, and the chirping laughter of a grown man.

Wang Chengzhou originally wanted to take her home for dinner.

However, Luan Hongying withdrew and said nothing and went inside.

The indifference comes entirely from the shyness of a young girl.

The days ahead were long, so Wang Chengzhou did not force himself, waved goodbye and returned home.

When I arrived in the yard, I discovered that the houses of several educated youths had already been erected.

The dark outline stood tall and tall, much more imposing than my own adobe house.

"Wang Xiucai?"

As soon as I entered the door, a little head poked over through the fence, stood on tiptoes and shouted.

"Xu Xiaozhi?"

That soft and waxy voice sounded like it was hers.

Wang Chengzhou was deeply impressed.

Moreover, in the entire village, this cowardly and weak female educated youth was the only one who dared to call herself Wang Xiucai openly.

(End of this chapter)