The Seventeenth Flower bloomed at the corner of an old street in Wuzhou. The boss there was handsome and gentle, and he made the neighbors feel comfortable not long after he arrived.
What a good kid, he looks upright and motivated, and he looks like he can endure hardships. He makes flowers by himself and guards the shop by himself. He brings a three-flowered flower with a missing ear. He is like a cat, which makes people love him.
Until one day, the wind chime on the door rang, and someone walked into his world with the humid water vapor from Wuzhou.
That day he wrapped a bunch of lisianthus and said to the man who was carrying a backpack without looking green: "Hello, Mr. Li, these are your flowers."
Maybe this is an extra gift from fate to him.
This is the story of a flower shop owner who tried to remain anonymous in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. After encountering a literature professor who acted like a burglary, he finally "saw" himself.
Shou, the store manager who is not very good at loving people & Gong, the professor who is very good at loving people
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Concept: Flowers blooming in the mud should grow upward.