The flowers are blooming, it's spring.
Su Wan thought that her life would be trapped in the reinforced concrete forest of Beijing forever, working overtime, revising manuscripts, and taking the subway, until a phone call from her grandmother brought her back to Qingshui Town, where she had been away for ten years.
Pushing open the creaking wooden door of the old courtyard, the snow-white walls full of flowers came into view, and also into the eyes of the man standing under the flower stand.
Luyu. The white moonlight of her youth was also the uneasy feeling that she had hidden for ten years.
When she went to Beijing with a drawing board on her back, he didn't even say a word to stop her. She thought he didn't love her, but she didn't know that he gave up the admission notice from a key university and waited for her year after year by guarding the old home and flowers.
The half of the diary left by my grandmother revealed a secret that spanned sixty years - it turned out that her fate with him had been destined as early as 1965 under the flower.
The love between two generations reincarnates under the same flower.
When the developer's bulldozer approached the old home and her ex-boyfriend came to the town with generous offers, Su Wan finally understood:
The best flowering period is never the spring when peaches and plums are in full bloom.
But when the stagnation was over and the summer wind began to rise, she looked back and he was still there.
It turns out that all the waiting will not be disappointed.
It turns out that the end is always another beginning.
The end is never the end, but the foreshadowing of another beginning.
Concept: Using the flower as a clue to connect the love stories of two generations, combining personal emotions with the development of the town and the protection of old buildings, it has both warmth and practical significance.