Legend has it that Manzhu Sawa is a flower that blooms on the road of the Yellow Springs, also known as the flower of the other side, where a large area of this flower blooms, from a distance it looks like a carpet paved with blood, and because of its red fire, it is called the "road of fire", and it is also the only scenery and color on the long Yellow Spring Road. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info people step on the guidance of this flower to the hell of the underworld......

I've always envied other people's mothers since I was a child. Whenever I see other children coquettish in their mother's arms, and see their mother holding their little hands to play in the park, I am really envious and uncomfortable. As far back as I can remember, my mom was always cold to me, she never hugged me, she never held my little hand, let alone took me out to play.

My mom is a pediatrician in a hospital. In fact, she likes children very much, and at home she often talks to her father about which child is cute and which child is beautiful in the hospital, and sometimes takes some hospitalized children to the amusement park to play and take pictures. But I didn't have such an honor, I never took a picture with my mother. At that time, I longed for my mother to hug me and kiss me, but my mother never even looked at me well. My dad was a police officer, and he was very busy at work and often had to travel for business. Every time my dad went on a business trip, I had to cry a lot. Because, when my father was not at home, I was lonely and scared. My mother would deliberately switch night shifts with others, and she would not go home at all at night, leaving me alone at home. In those days, I didn't dare to sleep all night, and in order to be brave, I often turned on the light and talked loudly to myself...... How I hated my mother and why she was so cruel to me! I know my mom hates me, but I don't know why she hates me. I asked my dad why she didn't like me. Dad told me not to think cranky, my mother loved me.

I remember that in those days, there was another thing that scared me very much. At that time, I was still very young, my father was on a business trip again, and my mother changed night shifts with others as usual, and I was home alone. That night, I had eaten and was getting ready for bed. Suddenly I heard a doorbell, and I looked out from the cat's eye and saw a woman standing outside holding the hand of a little girl, who was dressed in white, with a pale face and long black hair. She didn't speak, just kept ringing the doorbell, her thin lips as clear as bloodless. The little girl was about a few years older than me, with a round face, a very white complexion, a black mole on her left eyebrow, and a white dress, and a huge flower in her hand, which I had never seen before, the long stems were bare and could not see a single leaf, and the orange petals were thin and long like the tentacles of an octopus, bending and stretching in all directions, and the flowers were very bewitching and exuding a ghostly atmosphere. The girl's eyes looked at me behind the cat's eye in a daze, with sharp eyes and resentment! I'm scared and don't know what to do? I closed my eyes in fright at these two strangers, and when I opened them again, I found that the woman and the girl were gone. That night I had nightmares in which they turned into evil spirits and chased me and made me pay for my life, and choked me by the neck......

The next day, I was woken up by the sound of an argument and found myself lying in the hospital. Dad and Mom were arguing on the sidelines, and I heard Dad say, "How can you do this, let such a young child stay home alone for the night!" Mom said, "I just hate her, I don't want to see her!" "You still can't let go of that in your heart?" Dad said. Mom didn't speak, glared at Dad, opened the door and went out. This was the only time dad and mom had an argument. Later, my father tried to minimize the number of business trips, but sometimes he still encountered business trips, although he asked my mother not to work the night shift and stay at home with me. But Mom still went her own way. Ever since I heard that mom and dad arguing, I suddenly grew up, and I no longer expected my mom to love her children like other moms, and I thought, maybe I wasn't my mom's own child, and the two women and girls in white never came again.

In the blink of an eye, I was nineteen years old, and my relationship with my mother still did not improve, she was still cold to me, and I was still polite to her. During the summer vacation of my freshman year, I suddenly got a strange illness, my whole body was hot, and the low-grade fever did not go away. Dad was very anxious and contacted my grandmother, who asked me to go to the countryside to recuperate for a while. My grandmother was the person who loved me the most besides my father, and I basically grew up in my grandmother's arms, until I was 6 years old, when my uncle suddenly had a car accident, and I didn't come back from my grandmother's house. Grandma's home is in a small village in She County, She County is a historic mountain city at the foot of Yellow Mountain, where mountains and rivers gather, beautiful scenery, simple folk customs, and the charm of "small bridges and flowing water" flows everywhere.

When I arrived in Huangshan City, it was already 6 o'clock in the evening, but my uncle did not come to pick me up. So I called a car and rushed to Shexian, looking at the green outside the window, breathing in the fresh air, and feeling very comfortable. After more than two hours of bumpy journey, I finally arrived at my grandmother's house. Grandma had already looked at the door, and she was still so kind. Although she is in her sixties, she is not old, but her face is still full of the vicissitudes of time. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled an attractive fragrance, it turned out that my grandmother made me a table full of dishes I like to eat, including edamame tofu, fried shredded pork with shepherd's cabbage, cold salad malan head, steamed chicken and so on. At the dinner table, my grandmother vigorously served me vegetables. I think it was the best dinner I've ever had.

"Grandma, isn't Uncle at home?" I asked my grandmother. Grandma nodded. A few years ago, my grandmother had esophageal cancer, and after surgery, she couldn't speak, but luckily my grandmother was literate, and she carried a clipboard with her and used it to communicate with people. When my grandmother listened to me, she took out a clipboard and wrote a line on it: "He went to Huangshan." "Are you going to sketch?" Uncle is a well-known painter who often goes out to sketch. "No, he's going to find someone." "Looking for whom?" She pointed to a gouache painting on the wall of the hall of a beautiful girl dancing among the cherry blossoms. "Looking for her?" I asked. Grandma nodded. "He's been looking for her for more than a decade." Grandma wrote on a clipboard. I know that the girl was met by chance in Japan more than ten years ago, one day the uncle was sitting in a taxi with her, and suddenly there was a car accident, and when the uncle woke up, the girl was nowhere to be found, but left a note in his pocket that said: "I will come to you!" "For more than ten years since then, Uncle has been looking for her." How did he know she was in Huangshan? I was a little curious, and Grandma shook her head.

Grandma's home is a typical Hui style building, with white walls and black tiles, and it has a history of more than 100 years. To avoid an old musty smell in an old house. Grandma's house was lit with sandalwood all year round. That night I fell asleep with a faint scent of sandalwood. After a long time, I suddenly heard a melodious sound of the flute, and I stood up and followed the sound of the flute to a lake. The surface of the lake is not large, it is irregular and semi-circular, and it looks particularly quiet in the bright moonlight. There are houses next to the lake, and the mottled facades of the houses can be seen in the moonlight. The sound of the flute seemed to come from there. I reached out and pushed the closed wooden door. The door squeaked open, and the room was empty, with cobwebs hanging from the beams and a thick layer of dust on the floor. In the west corner, there was a woman with long hair blowing xiao, her back to me. I was about to step forward when she suddenly turned around, looked at me hoarsely and said, "I finally found you!" Hahaha! The laughter was harsh and hideous. I was taken aback, that woman was the same woman who stood in front of my door when I was a child! Only this time there was no girl by her side, she was still wearing that white dress, her face was still so pale and bloodless, I was so frightened that I quickly turned around and ran out the door, she smiled and pounced on me...... I screamed and woke up violently, and it turned out to be a nightmare.

"What's wrong?" A man's voice came from outside the door. Then the door slammed open. Grandma and a man walked in. When I saw it, it turned out that the uncle was back. The thirty-eight-year-old uncle is still so handsome. "Nothing?" I was embarrassed to say, "I had a nightmare." "Grandma came over and took me in her arms." Uncle, why did you come back in the middle of the night? "I asked." Oh, I didn't go up the hill, just went around below. The uncle's voice was disappointed, apparently he still hadn't found the girl. That night, my grandmother couldn't let me sleep alone, so she slept in my room.

The next day, when I woke up, it was almost 9 o'clock. The warm sunlight shines through the hollow wooden windows, wisps like golden ribbons, and the whole room is immersed in the fragrance of sunlight. After breakfast, I went to my uncle's studio. His studio is on the second floor to the left. Walking into the studio, the uncle was not inside. The house was full of paintings created by the uncle, and the girl was the most painted. The girl in the painting is delicate and elegant, with fair skin, long black hair, delicate curves, especially the dark blue eyes under her eyes, which make her full of aura. Sometimes she smiles, sometimes she is sad, sometimes she is contemplative; Some flutter butterflies among the flowers, some play in the water by the stream, and some dance in the forest...... Looking at the figure of the girl in the room, I couldn't help but be curious about what happened between her and her uncle. What happened 14 years ago that made Uncle miss her?

"So you're here." Uncle's voice sounded from behind him. I turned around and saw that my uncle was coming in through the door. "Want to know where to go? I'll take you. Uncle asked. I shook my head, pointed to the girl in the painting and asked, "Yesterday, how did you know that she came to Huangshan?" The uncle looked at the girl in the painting and said in a low voice: "Actually, this is just my hunch. "Your hunch?" I can't help but be a little skeptical. Seeing my doubts, he said helplessly, "I know no one will believe it!" "Can you tell me about that?" I asked. Uncle nodded. He sat down on the wicker chair that had taken me to a corner of the room, took out a box of cigarettes from his body, smoked one, lit it, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled blue smoke rings, and his eyes drifted through the window into the distance.