Seven years ago by the West Lake, he gave her a begonia flower, turned around and ran away. She pressed the flowers into dried flowers and stuck them in her notebook for seven years. He is a soldier and she is a police portraitist. Seven years later, when they met again at the Kebab Bureau, he still looked at her with eyes like stars. From the training camp to the criminal investigation detachment, from parental concerns to the collective wedding of the army, they spent seven years waiting for a flower to become a family.
The beautiful trees are in the shade, and the begonias are not sleeping. For some people, just one look is enough to recite it for seven years.
