Jiyou's flower shop is called "Youjianhuashe". Her name is in the store name, but also another person's.
She saved her life on a rainy night. When I saw him, he was homeless and had nothing. His 170cm frame was reduced to only 48kg. She gave her a bowl of noodles, a bed, a pair of slippers two sizes too big, and an agreement that "I will fry soft-boiled eggs at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Later, there was a figure in an apron in the flower shop - she took care of all the things that Jiyou couldn't reach on tiptoe: flower pots high up, salt shakers in the wall cabinets, keys, and umbrellas. She carefully wrote down every word Ji You said casually. She changed the water for hydrangeas once every two days, roses once a day, and put the scissors back into the ceramic jar after use. She said, "The more you talk about it, the better I remember it."
This is a story about two people slowly getting closer in their daily lives. There were no strong winds or waves, just chamomile petals blown by the wind in the flower shop. She tied a crooked bow, stood on tiptoes and touched her head. She squatted in front of the humidifier and let the mist cool her burning ears.
"Anyway, new petals will fall off tomorrow."
"Then will you come again tomorrow?"
Intention: A good relationship is a gentle taming. Only those who have been loved have the ability to love, and the person who is picked up will eventually learn how to feed her owner