The sound of the wood stove is a bit distracting, the wicker chair in front of the door is swaying in the wind, and the woman is quietly playing with the flowers and plants, waiting for the guests.
I know that the flower shop there is like this. It is on the east side of the town. It is a quiet and lively place that heals people who tend to potted plants and people who buy potted plants.
People in the town are not afraid to go out of their way to come to this flower shop. I have experienced it myself, even if I only shop there a few times.
Because it makes people eager to try and feel that life should be like here.
Perhaps it's an exaggeration, but the flower shop's significance to the town is irreplaceable.
"I don't think this is true." Fan Dong's eyes were bright.
"Really? I always thought I was the only one who thought that way."
"No, no, no, you don't know how much the ladies near me like that flower shop. They talk about their parents and their emotions. As you know, they change the topic when they chat."
"But every time I say I want to make the house look like Xiaoyue's flower shop."
"So what do you mean?"
Fan Dong looked at me and smiled
"It raises people's expectations for life."
Therefore, a lot of potted plants were added to the police station, including monstera, duckweed, and broccoli. I had bought some flowers before, but there were no professional people to take care of them, so there were only a few that were easy to maintain.
Fan Dong's home is some distance away from the town police station, on the west side of the town.
Most of the potted plants were brought by Fan Dong, and the people in the police station knew this tacitly, and they all happily accepted this vitality.
Purpose: Life plays with contradictions, hiding suffering and warmth beneath it