Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 11

However--

The next moment, a miracle happened.

Mr. Chrysanthemum

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:34 Word Count: 4353

In an instant, the chrysanthemums, which were so crowded that it was hard to find a place to stand, seemed to come alive. They knew that disaster was about to strike, and immediately parted to the sides to avoid it. Like the receding tide, a wide and flat road was revealed in the sea of flowers.

That's amazing!

Yang Nianqing realized she had made a huge mistake in her gamble and was filled with regret. But she wasn't stupid; knowing she couldn't miss the opportunity, she immediately took off chasing after the carriage. "Sister, although I don't know any special techniques," she thought, "I can still follow along. It would be foolish not to take advantage of this opportunity. Are they going the wrong way?"

If you don't follow now, when will you?

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The sky was overcast, without a ray of sunlight.

However, Yang Nianqing didn't find it boring. Unexpectedly, the further she went, the more lush the flowers and leaves became. Eventually, the chrysanthemums beside her were already waist-high.

This is extremely rare!

Surrounded by a sea of chrysanthemums, the fragrance in the air grows stronger as you wander among the blossoms, the rustling sound of the wind making the surroundings seem even more serene.

It was all so beautiful it was breathtaking.

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"Which way should we go..."

After enjoying the scenery for most of the day and walking all morning, Yang Nianqing finally began to lose heart. Looking at the bamboo forest that was so close yet beyond her reach, she patted her aching legs in frustration—she hadn't expected that she was only a little bit slower than the carriage, just a tiny bit... and the road had mysteriously disappeared!

In an instant, it seemed as if all the flowers were rushing towards her, and for a moment, she was surrounded by flowers all around her, unable to distinguish where the path was. As for why she could see the bamboo grove but couldn't reach it, even a fool could figure it out. She really shouldn't have been stubborn and fallen for that guy's trick; they were probably sitting comfortably at Mr. Chrysanthemum's house right now, drinking tea and chatting... Thinking of Li You's amused expression, Yang Nianqing pouted, gritted her teeth, straightened up, and started fiddling with the flower branches as she walked towards the bamboo grove.

Sure enough, about 50 meters from the bamboo grove, a small patch of exceptionally lush chrysanthemums blocked her way again.

The flower is about two decimeters in diameter, quite large and beautiful. The originally white petals are dotted with crimson spots, like raindrops splashed on them.

Yang Nianqing secretly admired it, then looked at the chrysanthemums around her. Compared to them, this one was clearly a rare variety. However, just like the previous times, these chrysanthemums were all waist-high, very dense, and their branches and leaves were intertwined, making it impossible to part them with her hands, so she couldn't walk through them.

She couldn't bear to walk straight through, otherwise she would have reached the bamboo forest long ago.

"Please, kind sirs, make way for me! Why is it always you who stop me?" Yang Nianqing sat down on a small open space nearby, feeling annoyed. "If I can't get through, that guy will definitely laugh at me again. It's so embarrassing!"

Unfortunately, the chrysanthemums couldn't understand.

Just as she was struggling to communicate with the chrysanthemums and looked distressed and at a loss, a voice suddenly sounded behind her.

Why not go over there?

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It's a man.

Yang Nianqing was too discouraged to look back, but her usually quick-witted mind still made a conditional judgment—this man must not be very old, probably not even thirty years old...and he was the kind that was not very friendly and difficult to approach, because although his voice did not sound as cold as He Bi's, it was very faint.

Calm, indifferent, even with a hint of weariness.

"Why not go over there?" The calm voice sounded again.

Yang Nianqing looked at the chrysanthemums in front of her and said irritably, "Haven't you ever seen one that doesn't go?"

"You can step over it."

“I wanted to step on them,” she sighed dejectedly, “but then I felt it was such a waste. I wonder how long it takes for these chrysanthemums to grow like this; they seem quite rare.” (67)

silence.

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A yellow shadow came into view, seemingly carrying a unique fragrance. At first glance, it smelled like chrysanthemums, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to be.

She looked up in surprise and stood up, only then seeing his face.

This face is very young, comparable to He Bi and others, but the appearance is very ordinary. There is nothing special about the nose, eyebrows and mouth. It would not stand out in a crowd.

Perhaps it was because he was so ordinary that Yang Nianqing felt a strong sense of familiarity when she looked at him.

How could this happen? (DC)

His ordinary face wore a faint expression, making him appear detached and at ease, truly embodying the phrase "as serene as a chrysanthemum." Only his dark eyes possessed an incredibly sharp gaze, subtly revealing a hint of aloofness.

Why does it feel so familiar?

Yang Nianqing secretly wondered, and then carefully examined him for a moment—she really didn't know him before, how strange... could he be just an ordinary person?

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"Do you recognize this chrysanthemum?" The voice was so faint it was as if she were talking to herself.

He turned to the side and looked at the strange chrysanthemums.

"Huh?" Yang Nianqing finally realized that he was talking to her. "I don't know him, I don't understand these things."

"It's called tears." (21)

She asked, puzzled: "Tears?"

"Tears of tears, the name I gave it."

You chose this name yourself, and now you're testing me to see if I recognize it... Yang Nianqing found herself at a loss for words, and could only turn her gaze to the chrysanthemums with a sense of frustration.

He failed to notice the grammatical error: "Don't you think this name is bad?"

She decided to tell the truth: "It's not quite right, those little specks of red, it makes the name 'Tears of Chrysanthemum' a bit..."

"Flowers shed tears in response to the times," he interrupted casually. "Tears can be red too, but you've never seen them, that's why I say that."

Red tears?

Yang Nianqing noticed that the sky had suddenly become gloomy and the wind seemed to have turned cold. She couldn't help but shiver, took a small step back, and asked in a trembling voice, "You...have seen me before?"

He did not answer.

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How did you end up in this formation?

With her attention diverted, and remembering why she had barged in, Yang Nianqing felt both frustrated and embarrassed: "I made a bet that I could walk out by myself, but I never expected..."

"A bet?" He glanced at her. "Do you know that without someone to guide you, you might starve to death before you even get out?"

She nodded dejectedly: "Now I know."

She'll never get out of there... That bastard Li You! But despite her cursing, Yang Nianqing understood that he didn't mean to harm her; he was just playing a trick on her. Besides, she wouldn't have fallen for his trick if she hadn't been angry with him.

After thinking for a moment, she smiled ingratiatingly and said, "Since you've come in, you must know all this, right? Could you please give me directions...?"

He interrupted her rambling: "I'll take you out."

"Thank you!" she said, extremely grateful.

"No need to thank me, you'd better thank yourself."

"Well?"

He looked at her: "You didn't step over here."

"So what if you step on it?"

“If you step over it,” a hint of disdain flickered across his otherwise indifferent face, he said calmly, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to find you, and you’ll really starve to death here.”

She was stunned.

"Let's go."

"Wait..." Coming to her senses, Yang Nianqing hurriedly called out, "I don't mean going out, just take me to that bamboo forest, look, it's over there, see it?"

She pointed to the bamboo grove in front of her.

"Where are you going?" He was slightly taken aback.

"right."

"The owner there doesn't like anyone going there." He said coldly.

“I know it’s Mr. Chrysanthemum, but I have an appointment with some friends there, so could you please take me there?” After thinking for a moment, Yang Nianqing shook her head and muttered, “So that old man really has such a strange temper.”

"Old man?" He was taken aback.

"No?" She was even more surprised. Wasn't Mr. Chrysanthemum an old man?

"I am Mr. Chrysanthemum."

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He didn't ask any questions and silently led the way. Yang Nianqing followed behind in silence, feeling extremely awkward—although "Mr." in modern times doesn't necessarily refer to an old man, the name "Mr. Chrysanthemum" sounded so archaic that she inexplicably thought of an old man whenever she heard it…

Feeling apologetic, she forced a silly smile and tried to make conversation to ease the awkward atmosphere: "Hehe... Brother Chrysanthemum, what's your name?"

He paused slightly, then continued walking forward: "Qiu Bailu."

It's unbelievable that some people don't know Mr. Chrysanthemum's name.

“Bai Lu, what a nice name,” she said with a smile, patting her MP3 player. “My name is Yang Nianqing, Nian as in longing, and Qing as in sunshine after the rain.”

Don't answer if there's no need to.

Seeing that he was still not very friendly, Yang Nianqing was a little discouraged. Looking around, she realized that she had been following him around and around for a long time. She didn't expect that the bamboo forest, which was so close, would be so troublesome to get there.

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"Brother Qiu, actually I was with..."

"He Bi and Nangong Xue," Qiu Bailu interrupted calmly, "you and Li You made a bet."