When the rent reminder was stuck to the withered lisianthus flower bucket, Lin Yan was stuffing the empty milk powder can into the gap between the shelves - Sister Zhang owed 8,000 for her medical expenses. Xiao Nian'an grabbed the corner of her clothes and rubbed her cheeks red. The wind in the old alley was cold and wanted to tear this dilapidated "Warm Spring" flower shop to pieces.
When Chen Dong crashed in with his broken hand, blood was smeared on the holes in the car repairman's clothes, and he was holding a sunflower with a muddy branch: "Keep me here, these flowers are worth one week's rent, and I will bear the debt you owe."
No one knew that he was an abandoned son whose hands were disabled by his employer, and that he had taken on the dark job of "kidnapping people" for rehabilitation. Even when he was curled up in the warehouse and clutching a rusty wrench in pain, he never let go of the idea of "supporting the family"; no one knew that the swallow she took in had the mastermind's locator hidden in the sleeve, and when she handed over the hot porridge with a smile, she had already marked the flower shop as a hunting spot.
On the day when the mastermind's knife was placed on Nian An's neck, Chen Dong's severed hand clenched the wrench, and blood spattered on the sunflower petals; when the warehouse fire rolled down the collapsed beams, Sister Zhang rushed forward to hold the steel bars, and Chen Dong pressed Lin Yan behind the fire hydrant. His hands, whose backs were scorched with black scabs, were still holding her hairband.
After Lin Yan woke up, he could only recognize the stitches of his wrist guard. Chen Dong broke into the lair with his severed hand to grab the antidote, and refused to stop even though the tendons in his right hand were severed. When he was about to perish together on the edge of the cliff of life and death, Lin Yan suddenly rushed forward and shouted his name.
On the spring day when the mastermind was brought to justice, Chen Dong tied up the starry sky with his stiff hands, and Nian An pulled his wrist guard and laughed. The warmth in the embers finally turned the out-of-control love into an ordinary spring.
Reader comments
The writing is concise and picturesque, and every detail hides hot tenderness. The redemption in suffering is so easy to cry about.
The writing is concise and picturesque, and every detail hides hot tenderness. The redemption in suffering is so easy to cry about.