There is a special flower shop at the entrance of an ancient street that no one cares about. It is called Story. It sells all kinds of flowers. Some people say, "It is better to sell stories than to sell flowers."
The landlady is a person full of stories. She is full of hostility and disbelief towards men, but she also believes in love. You will see melancholy, free and easy, indifferent and lonely in her. There is always a hazy veil on her body, which makes people unable to see clearly, but also seems to be in a heavy fog, which makes people unable to touch.
That year, a man walked into a flower shop and asked for a bouquet of gypsophila. The shop owner, who never sold gypsophila, actually agreed.
Later, the lady boss told her story.
Love is 9 times out of 10 sad, like a moth flying into the flame. Even though you know it is bitter, you always want to have a taste.
Bai Luo lay in the flower chair many years later: "I have experienced the pain of love. People are always irrational. They do it even though they know it is wrong. They are bruised all over their bodies and they still struggle in the memories. People who are affectionate are always hurt. Love is sour."
Concept: The alleys that no one cares about are always full of flowers.