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In June, Wuhan was as hot as a steamer.

Every day when Ye Chen returned from patrol, the first thing he did was take off his uniform and collapse on the sofa, then wait for Jiang Ruoxi to come home from get off work and bring him an old-fashioned popsicle.

Jiang Ruoxi laughed at him: "Is this all the head of security is capable of?"

Ye Chen, with an ice pop in his mouth, mumbled, "This is called being content with what you have."

Despite saying that, he wasn't really idle.

The third batch of medicinal herbs in Baizhi Valley has been planted. Su Qinghan is so busy in the valley that he can barely keep his feet on the ground. His seventh uncle reports the progress to him on the phone every day.

After these days of acupuncture treatment, Shen Bo'an's legs are now able to walk slowly with crutches. He walks around the valley every morning and evening, more enthusiastic than anyone else.

That afternoon, Ye Chen was squatting at the entrance of the security department eating a watermelon when He Jianping returned from outside, holding a letter in his hand, with a strange expression.

The stamp on the envelope was foreign, and the postmark was somewhat faded.

Ye Chen took it and saw that the recipient was "Ye Chen, Security Department, Jiang Group". The handwriting was crooked and messy, clearly written by someone who rarely wrote Chinese characters.

He flipped it over and saw that the sender's address only had the name of a country, without a specific street.

Ye Chen tore open the envelope, and a photo and two pages of letter paper fell out.

The photo shows a tiny Chinese medicine shop with a wooden sign hanging at the entrance that reads "Baizhitang" in both Chinese and another language.

There were three or four people standing in front of the pharmacy, men and women, all dressed in local traditional clothing, smiling and showing their white teeth.

The letter was written in Chinese, and the sentences were somewhat awkward, but the meaning was very clear.

The letter writer was Aygul's cousin. She said they ran a pharmacy in a small town in Central Asia, selling local herbs and prepared medicines shipped from China.

Business wasn't great, but it slowly started to improve.

At the end of the letter, she asked Ye Chen if he could send them some medicinal herb seeds from Medicine King Valley so they could try planting them locally.

She added that Aygul's name means "moon flower" in the local language.

They wanted to use this name as the shop's signboard.

Ye Chen read the letter twice.

Although the pharmacy in the photo is small, it is very clean and tidy, and there are two pots of herbs on the steps at the entrance.

He recalled when Ayiguli first came to Jiangcheng, dressed in all black, carrying a knife, and as cold as ice.

Now her cousin has opened a pharmacy abroad and is using her name.

Ye Chen suddenly felt that some destinies, after going around in circles, eventually landed where they were meant to be.

He took the letter and went upstairs.

Jiang Ruoxi was in a meeting, so he waited in the corridor.

After the meeting, he handed the letter to Jiang Ruoxi.

After reading it, she remained silent for a moment and then asked, "Does Aygul know about this?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "They probably don't know yet. Her cousin said the letter was sent directly to me."

Jiang Ruoxi folded the letter and put it back in the envelope: "I'll ask her when I get back tonight. If she's willing, we'll help her cousin out. Seeds and herbs are easy to arrange, it's just that sending them across borders is a bit troublesome."

Ye Chen agreed.

After dinner, Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi called Ayiguli to the living room.

Aygul was wiping her knife when she heard it was a letter from her cousin, and she paused in her work.

She took the letter and read it word by word. By the end, a faint blush slowly rose on her usually indifferent face.

She put the letter back on the table and said softly, "My cousin was the kindest to me when we were little. Then I went to live with my adoptive father and we lost contact. How did she find you?"

Ye Chen said the letter didn't go into details, only that he heard it from a businessman who had been to China.

Aygul remained silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Where is her pharmacy located?"

Jiang Ruoxi showed her the address on the letter.

She looked for a long time and said, "I've been to that place. My adoptive father took me along that road. There were no pharmacies there back then."

The next day, Ye Chen went to Baizhi Valley to discuss the seeds with Su Qinghan.

Upon hearing that the medicinal herb seeds were being sent to Central Asia, Su Qinghan thought for a while and then took out several small cloth bags from the medicine hut, each containing seeds of astragalus, licorice, angelica, and mint.

She said, "These are drought-resistant, so they can survive over there. But we need to let them try planting them for a year first, and if it works, then we'll expand."

Ye Chen nodded.

He then asked He Jianping to inquire about the procedures for international mailing, and Han Song helped contact a friend who was in the foreign trade business.

Song Tiezhu also heard about this and sent two boxes of over-the-counter medicine as a token of his appreciation.

Zhou Wantong was yelling on the phone about wanting sponsoring the shipping costs, but Ye Chen stopped him with a laugh, saying, "Fatty, keep that little bit of money for tea. We'll handle this ourselves."

Two weeks later, the seeds and medicine were packed into a full box.

Aygul wrote a letter herself; it was short, just a few lines.

At the end of the letter, she drew a tiny flower, which Ye Chen recognized as the earliest blooming snow grass on the hillside of Medicine King Valley in spring.

Aygul folded the letter and put it into the box, then carefully sealed the box opening with three layers of tape.

She sealed the box slowly, as if she were packing a heavy gift for someone.

On the day the box was mailed, Ye Chen and Jiang Ruoxi both went to the post office.

Aygul didn't go; she said she wouldn't go.

But when Ye Chen went out, he saw her standing at the villa entrance, holding a knife in her hand, looking towards the post office in the distance.

Ye Chen pretended not to see it, and only said after getting into the car, "It's better that she doesn't go. Going would be unlike her."

Jiang Ruoxi said, "As long as she knows what she's doing, that's fine."

After the letter was sent, life returned to its usual rhythm.

The herbs in Baizhi Valley grew up to waist height, Shen Bo'an's legs were getting better day by day, and Shen Jingqiu had already begun to learn how to explain the medicinal herbs to guests.

Jiang Ruoxi's company launched a new product line, turning the herbs from Baizhi Valley into portable herbal tea bags, which were stocked in several chain pharmacies in Jiangcheng.

Ye Chen continued to spend his days drinking tea, patrolling the building, and bickering with He Jianping in the security department.

Occasionally, visitors from out of town would see the old plaque of "Anhetang" hanging on the warehouse door and ask it out of curiosity.

Ye Chen spoke briefly, not much, but every time he mentioned that "Anhetang and Yaowang Valley are now one family," he would unconsciously smile.

One evening, Ye Chen was sitting in the courtyard enjoying the cool air when his phone rang.

It was a message from Aygul, just a few words: "Thank you, they received it."

Ye Chen stared at the screen for a while, then replied with a single word: "Okay."

He put down his phone and leaned back in the bamboo chair.

The stars overhead were huge and bright, like a handful of silver scattered across the sky.

Jiang Ruoxi brought out two bowls of mung bean soup and handed him one.

The two sat side by side drinking soup, neither of them speaking.

The wind blew from the south, carrying the fragrance of the medicinal fields in the distance, and also a certain indescribable, distant scent.

Ye Chen suddenly thought that perhaps before long, in some remote small town, there would be a pharmacy called Baizhitang, with a wooden sign hanging at the door, and a small snowflake on the sign would sway gently in the wind.

Everything that leaves this land will eventually take root somewhere.

Like the seeds of Yaowang Valley, like the old plaque of Anhetang, like the person beside him who is willing to travel the world with him.