Rose presented, smell remained.

Life is in a large countryside, the suburb is not big, tbw, but due to its geographical location, it is very prosperous. In the simplest suburb, I run a flower shop that is not small. Not long after this flower shop went bankrupt, a very stylish young man came out of the store. He was about 40 years old. Since the small town was not large, I thought he looked familiar. So, I smiled and greeted him, asking what he wanted to buy. He hesitated for a moment and then said gently: Do you have white roses?

I replied: Yes, who does the teacher want to send them to?

This stylish man started nervously rubbing his hands: Can I make my own bouquet? I cried and said while speaking: Of course, of course. Curiosity also began to spread within me. When he saw that I agreed, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

I laid out the floral materials, and he chose a transparent and delicate glass vase. He began to concentrate on arranging the flowers quietly. Although there was some unfamiliarity, he was very careful: three fresh roses with buds arranged staggeringly, paired with lovely snapdragons... I understood, this gentleman was using the flowers to silently express those most touching three words. But whose delicate hands would receive these flowers?

Every two or three days, this teacher would come to pick such a bouquet and take it away. I gradually heard rumors about a senior engineer from a certain factory who gave roses every day to a newly matched elementary school teacher. However, it seemed like these flowers did not open the heart of the beautiful lady. Those who spread this story had faces full of disdain, as if they were talking about a trivial joke. This is the characteristic of a big city, even a small matter can become widely known.

He still came every two or three days to pick a similar bouquet and take it away, seemingly hearing nothing, just doing what he cared about.

On Valentine's Day, he came again, skillfully starting to arrange flowers. When he paid, took the flowers, and was about to leave, I smiled and said to him: Teacher, today is Valentine's Day. I have a basket of flowers here for your wife.

He was somewhat surprised, looking at the flower basket I handed over. It was a small bamboo basket containing 11 half-open red roses, accompanied by baby's breath and forget-me-nots. On the edge of the bamboo basket, a white wooden sign was inserted diagonally, which read:

"Singing and dancing, only walking with you can chase dreams!"

Later, this man and his wife came together to the flower shop to buy flowers for their child's birthday party. I also heard new stories about this person: During university, he madly loved a female classmate but never dared to express his feelings. That girl never gave him a second glance, so after four years of classmates, they parted ways, leaving an eternal pain in his heart. His current wife is his junior, who followed him to this big city two years after he arrived here. For more than 20 years, they married early, had children, and lived a peaceful life. The young elementary school teacher who disrupted this tranquility resembled her from his youth in appearance, so he decided to use flowers to say that sentence buried in his heart for over 20 years. However, he forgot the passage of time and almost lost his beloved wife because of this.

Now, he lives peacefully in his own happiness, and perhaps his heart still holds the fragrance of roses.

As the saying goes, "Send roses, hands remain fragrant," but sending them to the right person is best.