The flower shop on the corner of the old street hides the language of flowers that is never spoken to the outside world.
He often visits his home and connects his life with bunches of flowers:
White platycodon prays for the health of your family, champagne roses are given to your sweetheart, freesia heals frustration at work, and forget-me-nots bid farewell to old friends who have traveled far away.
She quietly wrapped each bouquet of flowers for him, sealing the secret love of her youth between the wrapping paper and the branches and leaves.
She watched him go to love, accompany him through the trough, and spent his entire youth as a bystander.
When he finally left the city, she left, and the flower shop quietly closed its doors.
Many years later, he accidentally read through flower art classics and pieced together the hidden flower language.
It turns out that those years of tender waiting were written into the flowers every time he pushed the door open.
But the moment he read his mind, the flower shop on the old street was already empty...
Purpose: To depict the restrained heartbeat of adults through the flowers and plants of the four seasons and the subtle language of flowers. As a bystander, the heroine watches the hero complete his complete life trajectory, sealing her love in the details of wrapping the bouquet again and again. It is intended to write about the tenderness and humbleness of secret love, to interpret "late understanding is meaningless", and to reflect on the lifelong regrets caused by silent affection.