Happiness Blooms in the Small Things, Part 1 One weekend afternoon, I strolled through Powerlong Square, following the bustling crowd, aimlessly "going with the flow" of the crowd.

Inadvertently, I stopped in front of a familiar store.

It was a flower shop called "Happiness", and the owner of the flower shop happened to be an old friend of my mother, and I also had a "familiar relationship" with her.

Every time I see her, there is always an indescribable kindness and warmth.

She loved to laugh and always had an infectious smile on her face.

Even if you encounter trouble while passing by, you will feel warm when you see the smiling girl in front of the flower shop. Her long hair is slightly curly, making her already slightly short stature look elegant and gentle.

When working, she likes to use a pencil to tie up her long hair, giving people an indescribable beauty.

Her big eyes reveal infinite tenderness. Every time I have something on my mind, she always knows at a glance. Her delicate words flow into my heart, making me feel warmer.

Every time I asked her why she opened this flower shop, she always smiled and said nothing. She just wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and shrugged.

Unintentionally, I knew the answer.

She had a little daughter who loved flowers very much, especially the gypsophila. But because of an accident, an angel took away this lovely girl. Because of missing her, she opened this flower shop.

Firstly, it is the love for flowers, but more importantly, it is the longing that is always buried in my heart.

She was not pessimistic. She still worked diligently and took good care of the flowers every time. She said: "Seeing these flowers is like seeing a girl." Always inadvertently, she would quietly wipe away the lust from the corners of her eyes.

Drops of tears.

Who would know that this woman who always smiles in front of her has so much unknown pain in her heart.

She is very kind.

Every weekend, as long as she is not busy, she will always bring a few bouquets of flowers to visit her neighbor's grandmother, and chat with her about household matters, such as "What delicious food did you cook today?" "What interesting things did you see?"

Such topics that you will never tire of talking about.

Sometimes I go out for a walk with my grandma. Under the setting sun, one tall and one short are always very warm.

Neighbors who don’t know her will often praise grandma for being lucky to have such a filial and good daughter!

Hearing this, who doesn't have a happy smile on his face!

She is very sweet, her smile is very sweet, her heart is very sweet, and her conversation is also very sweet.

Staying with her is comfortable and a touch of happiness, and that's enough.

The spring breeze is slightly drunk, the sunshine is still there, her optimism, kindness, plus a little bit of happiness.

The flowers are still blooming, and the happiness and warmth are still the same as before.

Happiness Blooms in the Small Things, Part 2: Great love knows no bounds. In life, every bit of happiness is small, and it is worth collecting.

At corners, under corners, and in subtle places, they are all waiting for us quietly, just for the moment when the flowers bloom.

The wind in early spring is always very cold. They pass through the door and squeeze into the window, waking me up while I am still sleeping.

I rubbed my eyes and found that the door was open again, and the cold wind rushed straight to my warm bed along this "highway".

I hurriedly put on two cotton-padded clothes, rushed to the door of the house and shouted, "Who left the door open again? I'm freezing to death!" But no one responded.

Only then did I remember that my parents had gone on a business trip, and there was no one to help me close the doors or windows anymore.

I slowly walked to the living room and found two more pills and a glass of almost cold boiled water on the table.

I didn't pay much attention. I simply washed myself and then walked around the house boredly.

"Thum, thump, thump -" A burst of rapid footsteps came from the corridor, approaching my floor with a loud sound of breath.

After a while, the door was opened, and the person standing at the door couldn't help but gasp.

When I saw him, I couldn't help shouting, "Grandpa, why are you here? Come in quickly." Then I helped grandpa into the house.

Only then did I notice that he was holding a plastic bag in his hand. He calmed down, raised the plastic bag, and said to me with a smile, "Look, this is the mix I bought after queuing for half an hour."

Noodles, you were so cute when you were a kid, try them." I responded, put the bowl on the table, took out my chopsticks, and started to taste it carefully.

Sure enough, after taking one sip, childhood memories reverberated in my mind like a movie. My body was no longer cold. I just felt a warm current flowing through my body. It was so wonderful.

I raised my head and found that grandpa had turned his back.

I suddenly found that the medicine and water on the table were gone. When I looked carefully, they were all in Grandpa's hands.

He quickly swallowed two pills, then turned around and chatted and laughed with me.

I suddenly thought of something, took another bowl and a pair of chopsticks, mixed half of the noodles and put them in front of grandpa. "Grandpa, let's eat together. You should also try such delicious food." "I'm not hungry, but you want it."

Eat more." At my insistence, grandpa took the bowl and started eating slowly.

Maybe he was shy, but he ate it with a smile.

At that time, I seemed to be able to see happiness blooming quietly in the subtleties.

Happiness Blooms in the Small Things, Part 3. During the winter vacation, I mostly stay with my grandma in the countryside. I especially miss the happy time with my grandma.

The north wind is biting, and in the early morning in the countryside in winter, it is extremely cold. I can hear the sound of the wind blowing on the trees in bed. Every time I hear this sound, I can't help but cover my head in the bed.