On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Tonghua Lane, a bunch of lisianthus.
The first time Li Buyan met Lexi, she was standing at the end of the corridor wearing an off-white cardigan, holding a palm-sized black puppy in her arms. He thought she was just being quiet. Later I realized that it was a heart that needed to be warmed slowly and was not used to being chased.
He is a rabbit and is used to running fast. She is a sloth and needs to go slow. Two young people who have never been in love, between two adjacent cities, use bouquets of flowers, lunches shared through the air, and variety shows and suspense dramas played simultaneously across the screen, grinding "fast" and "slow" into the same rhythm. She taught him to watch the drying of dried flowers, the three minutes of washing rice in a variety show, and the idle relaxation by the lake in the evening. He took her to see the sunset over the West Lake, the night view on the top of the mountain, and the sea that lit up again after the typhoon.
From lisianthus to peonies, from carnations to gypsophila, from peonies to white roses. Forty bouquets of flowers, forty dates, a notebook, and a growing queue of dried flowers. He was waiting for her to be ready, and she was waiting for him to catch up. Distance is slow, love is slow, but slowness is better - enough for a person who has never been firmly chosen to see the texture of each petal clearly, and then accept it with peace of mind.
"Sloths walk slowly, and rabbits can walk with them."
This is a story about waiting, but also a story about running in both directions. It tells us that a fast person is willing to slow down for you, and a slow person is willing to take two steps forward for you, which is the best love.
One day, he will hand the forty-first bouquet of flowers to Sailimu Lake.
Intention: A fast person is willing to slow down for you, and a slow person is willing to take two steps forward for you. This is the best love.