Twelve years ago, Sun Meiyu'an, the eldest son of Taifu's Mansion, put down a plum blossom at the back door of Xing Mansion and left without saying goodbye.
Xie Xingci, the youngest prince of Anyang, picked up the flower, put it in a book, and placed it on the bedside. No one was allowed to touch it.
Twelve years later, we met again at Xinghua Lane.
Mei Luochen moved next door, and there was an apricot tree in the yard. He didn't say anything - there was a newly folded plum blossom on the windowsill every day, and the late night light was always on until very late.
Xie Xingci climbed over the wall to see him. Go over the wall to peek at the paper with his name written on it, go over the wall to put a coat on him.
He thought Mei Yuan didn't know.
He thought he was the only one waiting for these twelve years.
But there are some things, just because they aren't said doesn't mean they don't exist.
Just because some flowers are not blooming does not mean they are not there.
The wind in Xinghua Lane has been blowing for twelve years, and finally spring has arrived.
Intention: If you don't complain about this situation, plum blossoms will spring from the dead