Le Cheng, This Is Not a Dream

On a sunny afternoon, Lecheng's flower shop "Yan Shu. Yan Hua" is surrounded by warm golden light, as if the passage of time has become gentle here. She stood at the door of the store, gently tugging at the hem of her light blue floral skirt. There were crowds of people around her, but they seemed to have nothing to do with her. Her voice penetrated the bustling streets, crisp and cheerful: "The new flower shop is 9.9 A bunch!" Whenever they hear this sentence, the eyes of passers-by are always attracted by the bright color, and they stop with curiosity, and a warmth instantly rises in their hearts. Le Cheng's mood was hard to describe, even though she tried hard to show a smile on her face. Since her grandmother passed away, the originally lively home has become deserted. Her parents are busy with their own lives and seem to be unfamiliar with her existence. In this new city, her best friends gave her selfless support, allowing her to start a new life in this flower-filled place. But when night falls, Le Cheng always falls into the whirlpool of dreams, where there is a tall and handsome man. That man's smile is warm and charming, but it always becomes blurry in the early morning light. "Wake up." Psychological counselor Nan Nian's voice was like a morning bell, gently waking her up. An inexplicable emotion surged in Le Cheng's heart. When she opened her eyes, she saw Nan Nian's brows furrowed slightly, with a hint of worry in her eyes. "Can't you still see his appearance clearly?" He sighed, his eyes wandering around Le Cheng's face, and noticed the tears in the corners of her eyes, as if the wound was telling the story of endless loneliness. Le Cheng raised his head, with tears in his eyes, and shook his head softly: "I can't see clearly, I really can't see clearly. He is so strange..." His voice was as light as a fallen leaf. The figure of Nan Nian appeared in her mind, the person who accompanied her sleepwalking every night, who brought her endless laughter every time, and the almost delicious pumpkin pie, which seemed to be the aroma wafting from her grandma's kitchen. "But in the dream, he was always very kind to me. He sent me home every day and told me stories..." Le Cheng's voice was trembling, as if he was lost in his memories. "But every time I wake up at six o'clock, the content of the dream is always very vague. I only remember his name - Nan Nian." Nan Nian's heart suddenly shook, as if everything had solidified at this moment. His hands were shaking slightly, and secret emotions were surging in his heart, so oppressive that he could hardly breathe. This name is none other than his name. His eyes drifted between Le Cheng and the dream, and complex emotions surged in his heart. Time passed like water, and not long after, Le Cheng hugged Nan Nian, put her cheek on his shoulder, and said coquettishly: "Nan Nian~ Have another one!" Her voice was as clear as a bird, with a hint of begging sweetness. Nan Nian looked at her, his eyes full of doting, and couldn't help but gently scratch Le Cheng's little nose with his fingertips: "You! You just know how to eat." His voice was low and gentle, as if he was telling endless love. Le Cheng pouted, then pointed her finger at her pregnant belly, and responded mischievously: "I'm not a foodie! It's the baby who wants to eat." Her eyes sparkled with innocence, as if foreshadowing the infinite possibilities of the future. "Nan Nian~ Do you like boys or girls?" She suddenly raised her head, her eyes bright, full of expectation and curiosity. Nan Nian smiled slightly, with a warm light in his eyes: "I like it all, but it's just too hard for my wife~" His voice was as soft as the spring breeze, gently blowing through Le Cheng's heart. The days to come seemed particularly clear at this moment, as if the bond between them was getting closer invisibly. In this world full of floral fragrance, the story of Le Cheng and Nan Nian has just begun, and the intersection of their hearts will become the most beautiful chapter in each other's lives. Purpose: Love is never a game, it is firmness and honesty.