One day, Lu Jingxing was lying in Lin Shuiqing's flower shop, bored. He was sitting on the recliner next to the table as if he had no bones. He supported his head with his left hand and tapped the armrest of the chair regularly with his right index finger. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the busy Lin Shuiqing in front of him motionlessly.
She is as gentle as water, bathed in the sun, decorated with bouquets in an orderly manner, unhurried and unhurried, as if isolated from this fast-paced world. People feel inexplicably at ease just looking at her. They dare not rush her, but are willing to wait for her quietly, feel the passage of time with her, slow down and enjoy life.
The two people, who had completely different auras, were doing their own things in this small but large house, and they were inexplicably harmonious. It seemed to have formed a magnetic field, repelling irrelevant people and making it impossible for people to blend in. It was as beautiful as a painting, a portrait of a person in a realistic style. If you live a serious life, there are not so many poems and distant fields, but only a few things in front of you. Life is not that complicated. There is a flower shop, two people, three meals a day, and busy life means peaceful years.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
