Many men stopped in their tracks in front of Lady Shen because of this handsome young man, but no one wanted to miss the monthly free pulse diagnosis. The long queue filled the entire street, and today was the pulse diagnosis day of the beginning of the month.
"It seems that young master hasn't come this year yet." People in the group started discussing among themselves. Casual chatter after meals is an indispensable part of people's lives.
"It must be really hard for Madam Shen to raise a little baby all by herself. Her beauty is growing up, and after she gets married, the pharmacy will only have Madam Shen and Aunt An left. Do you think we should hire a shop assistant or something?"
"You want to go? Aren't you afraid of your husband?"
The crowd was just joking around in line out of boredom, and no one really took it seriously. But the cold aura emanating from a silver-haired man at the very back of the line sent chills down everyone's spine.
No one dared to utter another word. Their eyes were so terrifying that it seemed as if they would draw their swords and chop at anyone who spoke another word.
"Next." After handing the medicine to the person in front, Rong Yue routinely passed it on to the next person. As the sun set and there were only a few people left, she couldn't help but pat Shen Mo's shoulder. "Sister, you've worked hard."
Shen Mo smiled at Rong Yue, then noticed that the hand Rong Yue was using to take her pulse was trembling. She looked at him carefully and asked, "What's wrong? Why is it shaking so much?"
"No...no," the honest-looking man suddenly trembled at the question, "I just felt...a little cold in my back." His hand slipped and shakily fell, hitting the corner of the table. The man immediately jumped up, "Dr. Shen, I...I'll come again next time, I...I'll be going now." With that, he disappeared in a flash.
Rong Yue blinked as he watched the man run away. Just as he came to his senses and was about to call the next one, Shen Mo stopped him, "No need. I'm tired today and won't be taking pulses anymore. Please leave, young master."
He had never seen such a handsome man before. Rong Yue forgot to speak, staring intently at the man's face. Apart from the strange hair color, he felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"Then you rest, I'll come again next time." The other person said and left. Rongyan watched his retreating figure, then suddenly slapped her forehead as if she had discovered a new continent. "Sister, this person, this person looks just like Danggui..." Suddenly, she noticed her sister burying her face in her arms, leaning on the table, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Sister..."
Later, a new owner moved into the house next to the pharmacy. The new owner had a lot of servants, so many that they would run to Shen Niangzi 's shop to help out every day when they had nothing to do, and they never asked for any reward.
"Oh, my kite!" Dangui is quite the troublemaker. These past few days, the house has been bustling with people, and most of them have been pampering him. So he's been inseparable from his family. And now, the kite he just finished has been hung on the neighbor's big tree.
"Young master, don't move, I'll do it!" A strong man volunteered and ran to climb the wall in a few steps.
"Wait a minute," Dangui walked over like a little adult and patted his shoulder. "Mother said you have to do things yourself. Go over there and I'll do it myself." After kicking for a while, he realized his legs seemed a bit short, so he reluctantly borrowed someone else's shoulder to climb up the wall.
This greatly alarmed the servants. After climbing the wall, they still had to climb the tree, and Dangui refused to let anyone help them. Some of them were already sweating. If something happened to the young master, they wouldn't be able to live anymore.
"Yay, I got it! Look, I got it!" With the kite in hand, you think everything's fine? Wrong! With every movement, the twigs are too tender, and even the lightest body will fall!
Shen Mo went out and saw this scene. "Dang Gui!" he shouted, half of his soul had already floated away, but he did not hear the crying of little Dang Gui next door.
Shen Mo thought about it for a moment and then felt relieved. He turned around and went back into the house as if nothing had happened, leaving a group of people eagerly trying to scratch the wall. What happened? What happened next door?
Dang Gui returned very late that day, supposedly having witnessed something extraordinary, but he wouldn't tell anyone when asked. Having eaten his fill, he handed the letter to Chen Mo.
There were only five words on the paper: My son is very cute.
Little Angelica, who was waiting for a reply with wide eyes, was suddenly pulled away to be a handkerchief. Her usually gentle and elegant mother was now wiping her snot and tears all over herself.