On the corner of the town, there is a small flower shop. The owner is a gentle woman named Xiaoyan.
One evening, a rain curtain hung over the street. Xiaoyan was preparing to close the shop when a embarrassed figure flashed into the shop. It was a young painter named Yuxuan. In order to find inspiration for painting, he ran around in the rain all day. The canvas was wet with rain and the paint was a little messy. Xiaoyan felt pity and handed him a towel to dry the rain. Yu Xuan looked at the delicate and charming flowers in the shop, with a glimmer of light in his eyes. He told Xiaoyan that he wanted to exchange a picture for a bunch of flowers. Xiaoyan smiled and nodded.
Since then, Yuxuan often comes, sometimes with finished paintings, and sometimes just to share his newly discovered beauty. Xiaoyan always carefully matches a bunch of flowers for him. Unconsciously, their hearts are getting closer and closer.
However, because of fate, Yuxuan got a chance to develop in a big city, which was the stage he dreamed of. When leaving, Xiaoyan held back her tears and handed him a bunch of sunflowers, wishing him a bright future in pursuit of sunshine. Yuxuan left the town with disappointment and longing.
At first, letters and phone calls kept coming, but as Yuxuan gradually emerged in big cities, his busy time consumed him and his contact became less and less. Xiaoyan still keeps the flower shop, but she smiles less.
Another spring, a picture suddenly appeared in front of the flower shop, in which Xiaoyan was busy among the flowers, surrounded by delicate and charming flowers, and the signature was Yuxuan. There is also a note next to the painting: After walking through thousands of waters in Qian Shan, I found that the flowers in my heart are always blooming for you. It turned out that Yu Xuan resolutely returned to the town after his success, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Xiaoyan, so that the friendship led by this flower would never end. Xiaoyan held the painting, and her face was full of tears, but it was also tears of happiness. The flowers at the door of the store swayed gently in the breeze, as if to bless them.
