Hello winter in Lincheng City, my name is Lin Qidong, and there is also the word "winter" in my name. Can I get what I want this year?
When I was sixteen years old, I met a boy who amazed me throughout my youth. We were walking aimlessly on the street in the early morning. I saw a wedding dress shop in the distance, and the entire store was covered with all kinds of flowers. He smiled and said to me, I may not give you the wedding dress, but he personally promised me that when I turn eighteen, he will give me a bouquet of flowers.
I am ashamed to say that I have lived for twenty-eight years without any great ideals, but I have been reading a bouquet of flowers for ten years.
At this moment, I suddenly remembered that I felt that bouquets of flowers were extremely vulgar twelve years ago. I have not made any progress now, but I am even more vulgar than then.
It's a pity that the bouquet of flowers did not arrive as promised.
"Before you turn thirty, I will definitely give you that bouquet of flowers before you turn thirty."
Ten years have passed, and these two years are too short to be worth mentioning to me.
Forgive me for being such a cowardly and cowardly person. The most transgressive thing I can imagine is just to stand beside you and shoulder to shoulder with you.
Concept: A story about a girl growing up in secret love