Fragrance Returned

Ding Xiang felt that Ding Pandi would not accept either.

At first, Ding Zhao and Ding Lichun persuaded her to buy a house in He County through Ding Sifu. Dingshan's family lived there, which was close to Baotie and they took care of each other.

Ding Pandi didn't want to.

Not only did she want to completely cut off from the Ding family, she also wanted to live in peace and quiet.

The name on the new household registration is not Ding Pandi, but Hao Qing.

She would rather take her mother's surname as a murderer than her father who did nothing.

As for finding a man, she is even less willing.

When she was growing up, irresponsible men like Ding Li and Ding Youshou broke her heart. Later, a man like Liang Tu tortured her to the point of death.

She wants to get rid of her inner demons completely before she talks about whether to marry or not.

At Mao o'clock the next day, as the rising sun in the east had just risen to the roof, Ding Zhuang, Ding Xiang, Ding Sifu, and Ling'er got on the mule cart.

Ding Zhuang is worried about his granddaughter and must follow her.

Ding Pandi doesn't want to see other people, so he just doesn't enter the house.

This time I also brought Feifei with me. Ding Zhuang sat outside the carriage, watching to prevent it from flying far away.

Kaixian County is in the western suburbs of the capital, and it's still two hours' drive away from Xidemen.

I bought some meat and vegetables on the way and arrived outside Ding Pandi's house at early noon.

Her home is the third home in a long and narrow alley.

The houses in this area are a bit old, but they all have black tiles and green walls. Most of them belong to middle-class families.

Ding Sifu stepped forward and knocked on the door.

A servant in his forties opened the door and said with a smile, Oh, Fourth Master, the big girl is looking forward to you.

He looked at the strangers and a fierce eagle behind Ding Sifu, blocking the door with no intention of getting out of the way.

Ding Sifu pointed at Ding Xiang and smiled and said, Uncle Zhao, this is Sister Xiang. She is the only one who will come in with me. My eldest sister will meet her.

Uncle Zhao still didn't step aside, and turned around and shouted, Old lady, tell the eldest lady that the Fourth Master is here and he has brought Miss Xiang with him.

Following the sound of footsteps, Ding Pandi walked out quickly.

She looks more mature than in the dream, with crooked eyes, a round nose, and white skin, very similar to Ding Shuniang and Ding Zhen.

The difference is that his eyes are calm, his slightly drooped mouth corners make his facial features appear strong, and his waist is as straight as a birch tree. This kind of temperament is not unlike that of the girls from the Ding family, and is even rare among girls of the same age group.

She wore a half-worn navy blue embroidered jacket, and a wooden hairpin was inserted into her bun. The hands are raised in front of the chest, palms facing up, covered with a layer of white muslin.

When Ding Pandi saw that it was really Ding Xiang, he smiled and said, Xiang Xiang, it's really you.

It was a slight smile, and his expression was as usual, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

The voice is hoarse and low, and the speaking speed is not fast.

Ding Xiang felt a little ashamed. She grew up in the same village. This was the second time she heard Ding Pandi speak. The first time was when she was five months old, and Ding Pandi stopped Hao from pricking her with a needle.

Ding Xiang smiled and said honestly, Sister Pan, we meet again. I think you are dreaming.

Ding Xiang, Ding Sifu and Ling'er entered the door. Ding Zhuang consciously did not go in and said loudly, Feifei and I are waiting for you at the tea shop at the entrance of the alley.

Brother Ding Pan pretended not to hear.

This is a typical two-in-one courtyard house. In the front yard, where Uncle Zhao and his wife lived, there were four rooms, and a chicken pen next to the wall with more than a dozen chickens.

Ding Pandi lives in the inner courtyard. The courtyard is not big, with three upper rooms and three east and west wing rooms. There is a willow tree on the left side of the courtyard and a clothesline in the middle.

Simple and refreshing, there is nothing superfluous. Occasionally, you can hear a few chickens crowing or dogs barking outside the courtyard.

Seeing Ding Xiang looking around, Ding Pandi said, Before, I never dreamed that I could live in such a nice yard.

Ding Xiang smiled and said, Yes, it's very similar to my old home.

Several people entered the upper room, and Aunt Zhao left after serving tea.

Ding Pandi sat with her eyes lowered. She was not good at words. Apart from saying a few words to Ding Sifu, she didn't know what to say to others.

Lilac took out several gifts.

Ding Pandi hurriedly said, I'm not short of money now.

Ding Xiang said, My father doesn't know what to buy. I'll buy whatever you like. Thank you. Without your help, my grandma and the Dong family can't solve the case.

Ding Pandi said, I also want to thank you. It was you who allowed them to save me. I was the only person who did that kind of thing and got out of the Su family alive.

Ding Xiang smiled and said, So, you should be a good person and save yourself when you save others. She picked up the small porcelain round box and said, This medicine is for treating trauma...

Ding Pandi shook his head and said, The imperial doctor said it can't be cured, but can only relieve the pain. Alas, how long can I live?

She said that the clouds were calm and the wind was clear, without joy or sorrow.

Ding Sifu's eyes were red, Sister, what will I do if you die?

Ding Xiang then explained, This medicine contains a magical medicine that specializes in treating trauma. I asked Master Mingyuan for it. It will definitely cure your hand.

This place is close to Xishan. Ding Pandi has also been to Puguang Temple to offer incense, so he naturally knows who Master Mingyuan is.

She couldn't believe it, Sister Xiang knows Master Mingyuan?

Ding Xiang smiled and said, Of course, Master Mingyuan likes to eat the vegetarian snacks I cook...

Very proud of himself.

She gently took off the fine cloth from Ding Pandi's hand and rubbed the dark medicine on it. Perhaps the thumb, middle finger, and nameless finger were the most seriously injured, and the medicine on these fingers was the thickest. The medicine on the index finger, little finger, and palm is relatively thin.

This medicine was prescribed by the imperial doctor and could only relieve pain.

Call Aunt Zhao in again.

Aunt Zhao wiped the medicine off her hands with a fine cloth dipped in warm water. Ding Pandi inhaled in pain and his body trembled slightly.

Some of the superficial skin and flesh were already ulcerated and dripping with water. The most serious problem was on the middle finger.

Ding Xiang's heart was trembling and she didn't dare to apply the medicine. He said to Aunt Zhao, Gently rub the ointment on your hands, save it, once every three days...

After applying the ointment, Ding Pandi said pleasantly, Although it hurts a little, it's much better than applying other medicines.

Ding Xiang smiled and said, That's because Master Mingyuan is an eminent monk, and there are many royal relatives and nobles who want to see him.

The three of them were talking in the room, and Ling'er and Aunt Zhao went to the kitchen to make lunch.

Not long after, Ding Sifu walked out and stood in the yard looking at the sky in a daze.

He felt that maybe the two young ladies could communicate better without him.

Ding Xiang did not give chicken soup to the soul, and those pale words had no effect on Ding Pandi, who was too deeply injured.

Instead, they talked about housework. For example, Ding Dafu married a powerful wife, and the Ding family was embarrassed on the day of the wedding. How did Mr. Wang's bad mouth suppress his new daughter-in-law, how did the new daughter-in-law resist the attack and win people's hearts step by step, how did she suppress Mr. Wang, and now she is the head of the eldest family...

Running away won't solve the problem.

Only real people and things can be listened to by Ding Pandi, and only by listening can one empathize with them. Only by empathizing can one have the courage to face them, and only by facing them can one truly come out.

Of course, this process may be very long, or it may not be able to continue at a certain stage.