Mo Jingchun walked aimlessly, away from the bustling city center, and came to a nearby bridge.
The bridge is very old and you can tell it has been used for a long time. You can smell the moss when you walk on it.
There were many Chinese knots hanging on the street lights, shining with warm orange light. Mo Jingchun walked and thought, wondering what Jiang Li would do after he left.
Open a flower shop?
Mo Jingchun felt that it was very likely. After all, Jiang Li had had this idea when he was in college.
Mo Jingchun walked down the bridge, walked to the other side, passed through the surrounding shops, and came to a street near the middle school in the old city.
The lights here are not dazzling, and there is less bustling and noisy atmosphere, but more tranquility. Mo Jingchun's impetuous heart is soothed here.
There are also many shops here, such as restaurants, convenience stores, or...
Mo Jingchun stopped and the sound of the Dongchang River seemed to come from behind him. He looked at the name of the store in front of him and was stunned.
Happy Flower Shop.
Mo Jingchun looked at the two-story flower shop, which was surrounded by clusters of flowers, like a tree hole where an elf lost in spring lived.
Without any hesitation, Mo Jingchun walked into the flower shop. There was lush green plants above his head, and fresh flowers were placed on the surrounding wooden shelves.
There were still tiny drops of water on their delicate petals, as if they had been watered not long ago.
The laurel leaned against the edge of the corner, the moonlight shining on it, emitting a faint fragrance.
Although it is located in the city, there is a crabapple tree planted in the courtyard of this flower shop. The bright red flowers are drooping slightly, making people linger.
Mo Jingchun took a step back, turned around and saw the gentian flowers planted in the corner, then turned his head and found the violets clinging to the shelf.
He seemed to have strayed into spring again.
"gentlemen."
"Sir, are you here to buy flowers?"
A call brought Mo Jingchun back to his senses. He looked at the girl standing in front of him, opened his mouth awkwardly, but did not speak.
The girl looked young but very cute. She was wearing casual clothes that looked very homely and a hat with the flower shop logo on it.
"Sir, the manager is not in the store, and we are off work now. If you want to order flowers, please..."
The girl looked at Mo Jingchun with her eyes wide open. Before she finished speaking, she noticed something, showed a happy expression, and shouted behind him.
"Manager, you're back."
"bell."
That trembling feeling in his heart appeared again. Mo Jingchun suddenly turned around and the person who appeared in front of him was the person he had been thinking about day and night.
The girl's expression was slightly surprised, and her light pink lips seemed to want to say something, but she ultimately chose to remain silent.
Those deep eyes that seemed to be able to blur out the night made people feel peaceful as always.
The tenderness in his eyes seemed to have never disappeared.
The night wind blew the girl's short hair against her face. The flowers in the Happy Flower Shop seemed to have received guidance and swayed their delicate petals.
Three or four crabapple blossoms fell from a tree and landed on Mo Jingchun's head.
Jiang Li didn't expect that they would meet in the flower shop tonight even though they had missed each other twice in a row.
What on earth was he thinking that made their fate miss and then meet again?
But it is undeniable that they were indeed standing opposite each other, at the original distance of twelve steps.
On a night in late spring and early summer, Mo Jingchun met Jiang Li again.
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After seeing off the girl who came to his flower shop to work part-time, Jiang Li did not stay in the flower shop, but walked forward and came to the sidewalk guardrail on the nearby river.
It was already nightfall, and there was no one on the sidewalk. Jiang Li looked at the river in front of him, which was shimmering in the moonlight, and touched his pocket.
When Jiang Li confirmed that the package he had prepared was inside, he breathed a sigh of relief.
A shadow covered the moonlight, and Mo Jingchun stood beside Jiang Li.
When the two people who had not seen each other for a long time met, neither of them took the initiative to speak.
Many times we think that longing is as surging as the tide, but when the longing reaches its limit and you see that person and stand beside her, you will find that you are speechless.
Mo Jingchun looked at Jiang Li's profile. Without the obstruction of her long black hair, she looked more neat and tidy with her short hair.
Six years have not made her gentleness disappear, but it has made her stronger.
Jiang Li abandoned everything and came to Dongchang alone. She spent six years opening a flower shop here. She was now able to build a home for herself.
Home can be found by oneself; eternal love is but a baseless dream. As for happiness, it is but a question to which there is no answer.
But is Jiang Li really that strong?
Jiang Li took a deep breath and took out a brand new pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
Under Mo Jingchun's gaze, he took out a cigarette, placed it on the index finger of his left hand, and then lit it with a lighter.
After burning for four or five seconds, he put it back into his right hand, and finally held it clumsily in his mouth.
Mo Jingchun saw it all, but did not expose it.
Jiang Li took a deep breath, but started coughing violently the next second.
The cigarette irritated her throat, and the strange feeling made Jiang Li feel a little nauseous, but it did stop her body from shaking.
Mo Jingchun stretched out his hand, but it finally stopped above Jiang Li's back.
He didn't know whether he was still qualified to touch Jiang Li again.
After the cough, the only sound left was the rolling river water.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Mo Jingchun said in a low voice, his eyes moved away from Jiang Li and looked at the river surface under the moonlight with her.
Jiang Li took a puff and held the cigarette in his hand. Whenever he couldn't sleep late at night, Jiang Li would go to the attic on the second floor of the flower shop and look at the moon and the river outside through the window.
"Well, long time no see." Jiang Li replied.
The cold voices were the same as they were then. Six years ago, they were 21 years old. Now, six years later, they are 27. They are no longer as innocent and naive as before. The result of being polished by time is only maturity and rationality.
"Jiang Li, you have changed."
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"I thought so."
Jiang Li turned his head and looked at Mo Jingchun beside him with some surprise, "Will you ask me if I'm doing well?"
"Because I believe you will be able to live a good life," Mo Jingchun chuckled, his eyes gentle and firm yet seemed to be missing something.
"Yeah?"
Jiang Li smiled and put out the cigarette in his hand.
"I'm doing fine, Mo Jingchun."
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