The sun was harshly warm, surrounded by the scent of earth and grass, and a butterfly passed by and rested on the back of his hand.

Under the sun, the butterfly's colorful wings refracted a brilliant luster, and Fu Qingyin's nose was a little itchy, but he endured this sneeze hard.

There was dandelion fluff floating in the air, and he couldn't help it after all.

"Ahh

The frightened butterfly flapped its wings and flew farther and farther.

Fu Qingyin became inexplicably irritable, as if everything around her had become so ugly!

In the dirt are black bean-like eggs that have decomposed, and on the grass are aphids and unknown caterpillars covered in small fluff.

It's as if everything is not clean!

He jumped up from the grass and found the "source of sin"!

This dandelion on the hillside was transplanted by her mother from other places, and since her mother left, Fu Qingyin, who has become withdrawn, likes to come to this small hillside in a daze.

If it weren't for the dandelion grass seed flying around, he wouldn't have sneezed and the butterfly wouldn't have flown away!

He ran home in a rage, drew a piece of wood from the stove in the back kitchen, went to the hillside, and took advantage of the impulse to light the dandelion!

The dandelions had already set seeds, the dry branches and leaves were easily ignited, and the fire spread almost instantly!

In addition to dandelions, there are also large areas of unknown wildflowers on the hillside, and they have even begun to occupy the territory of dandelions.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, but Fu Qingyin's heart, which was closed because of the departure of his mother, seems to have been opened all of a sudden!

He stretched out the firewood to the large field of wildflowers!

The flowers were crackling and burning, exuding a very peculiar aroma, and Fu Qingyin was even a little dazed.

At this time, a tall figure appeared behind him, shrouding Fu Qingyin in his shadow!

"Father! I...... I didn't mean to ......" Fu Qingyin was a little weak-hearted, he turned his head, but his father's face was hidden in the back of the sun, no matter how hard he tried, he could only see the halo on his father's head.

His father's voice was low, as if it had come from the distant sky, directly into his soul.

"Boy, do you know what this flower is called?"

Fu Qingyin had been reluctant to recall everything about his mother for a long time, and at this time he opened the knot in his heart and finally went deep into the memory that he had lost for a long time.

"My mother said that this is called a five-color plum ......"

This flower is also really beautiful, orange, red, yellow, white, purple, pink, petals of various colors, gathered in one place, forming a hydrangea-like flower ball.

The petals also change color as they grow, from yellow when they first bloom to orange when they mature, or orange to red and white to pink.

That's why many people call it a color-changing plum.

"Boy, you should live like this flower, maybe this is your mother's last hope for you, what do you think?"

"Mother's last hope? My mother wants me to be like a five-colored plum? ”

The father's voice sounded again: "Yes, this flower is the darling of the gods, it almost monopolizes all the colors of other flowers, and the flowering period is very long, and there are many flowers, as if they are blooming all year round, even in winter, you can still see ......"

"This flower is not a thing of my Chinese land, it came in from the sea at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and it was only in Fujian and other coastal places earlier, but now, the entire Lingnan territory is full of this kind of flower."

"It holds up the flowers, and even the nutrients of the grass are completely robbed, and no flower can compete with it, and it will not be long before it completely occupies the whole territory."

"It's beautiful, it's tough, it's domineering, and it's ...... It's also toxic! ”

"Why did my mother want me to live like this? Do you want me to be like this flower, to fight for the poison? ”

The shadow of his father was silent for a long time before it was passed down.

"My Fu family was also brilliant, as the patriarchal family of Hongmen, I shouldn't have been wronged like this, but now, like a dandelion squeezed into the corner, if we want to glorify our ancestors and regain glory, we can only rely on you!"

"Rely on me?"

"Exactly! It's my father who is useless, I swore that I would never let people rob my Fu family of anything again, even your mother was snatched away! ”

Thinking of her abandoned mother, Fu Qingyin's young heart, in addition to the thoughts that she didn't want to admit, was more of the anger of the same enemy with her father!

Or that's why he burned the dandelion, the butterfly that flew away, just a thrill.

"Boy, if you want to do it, just make this color-changing plum, don't make dandelions again......"

Fu Qingyin looked at the blazing color-changing plum, the flowers and leaves were swallowed by the flames, and the flower stems and thorns were also burned into flying ashes, but their purple-black seeds were popped out with a crackling fire, hiding under the grass roots, hiding in the soil.

I believe that in a few days, they will stubbornly sprout and take root, robbing the grass roots of nutrients, and it will not be long before they can occupy the entire hillside again!

Fu Qingyin's mood was like that flame, his blood was boiling, he seemed to be integrated into the flame, and incarnated as the heavenly darling of the plant world!

However, the fiery feeling burned all the illusions in front of him, and he suddenly woke up!

The burning color-changing plum was gone, and the strange burning aroma in memory was gone, replaced by an old face.

Although she is only in her forties, she is already as old as an old mother.

Since she had enough strength, Fu Qingyin mobilized people to find her back.

It's just this person, and it's no longer her mother's mother.

He killed all her family, burned the mansion to ashes, pulled her eyelids, and made her watch it all.

He kept her by his side and did all the menial work of a slave.

He never called her to drink, nor punched or kicked, he should eat, he should drink, he never had a shortage.

But for so many years, I have never spoken a word to her.

Perhaps, this is the most cruel punishment for her.

She is aging rapidly, and her eyes, ears, and nose are not very good.

It was as if she was atoning for her sins, for her debt to him, and for the sins of the big family that he had destroyed.

Until Fu Qingyin fled back here, everyone had already run away, so she was the only one who stayed.

Maybe her legs and feet are no longer sharp and she can't run anymore, or perhaps, she once ran once when the Fu family was in decline, and paid the most painful price for it, this time, she decided not to run at all.

Or perhaps, she still thinks of him as a son, and even if everyone runs away, she still stays here, waiting for his son to come home.

Fu Qingyin got up and yelled, but no one responded.

He knew that everyone had forsaken him.

This made him feel like he was back in his childhood, and he turned his anger on the old woman in front of him, he suddenly grabbed her neckline, spitted and roared, "Why don't you go!" Why don't you go! ”

He used to be incomparable, he once controlled Hong Shuntang, he used to be vertical and horizontal, united with Yin Lizhang, stirred up the wind and rain, he once entered the temple, and won the trust of Tan Zhonglin, the governor of Liangguang.

He once forced Chen Mu into a corner, he almost wiped out all the associations in the entire Hongmen, and he almost controlled the entire underground world of the Lingnan Realm in his hands!

But now, everything is shattered like a phantom like the fire in memory.

He couldn't hold back any longer, threw himself into the arms of his old mother, and went from sobbing silently to crying hoarsely.

"Why did you leave back then, mother, why did you leave......" he muttered to himself, asking over and over again.

However, the old woman who gently stroked his back seemed to have lost the ability to speak because she had not spoken for many years.

She just patted him on the back gently, just like the young man in her arms, still the same baby who was waiting to be fed.

When Fu Qingyin stopped crying, escaped from her embrace, turned her back to wipe her tears, she took his hand, and saw that he didn't refuse, so she boldly took him out.

Fu Qingyin didn't want to see her, so she didn't go back to this home much.

It wasn't until today, following her to the backyard, that he found that it was already full of color-changing plums!

The old woman walked forward, took off a handful of black and purple flower seeds, wrapped them in a handkerchief, and stuffed them into his hands.

Although she didn't speak, Fu Qingyin already understood.

He looked at the handkerchief, on which was embroidered a blue bird, exactly like the one that had wrapped around him.

After putting away the flower seeds closely, Fu Qingyin planned to leave, because he had regained his self-confidence, and even broke everything, he would never admit defeat!

When he wanted to take the old mother's hand, the old mother flinched.

She returned to the kitchen and took out a burning firewood, and after more than ten years, she finally said the first words to deal with Qingyin.

"Boy...... You...... Burned down my home, and now ...... Let me burn your house too......"

Fu Qingyin's eyes moistened, but he finally nodded.

The old mother was so familiar with the house that she walked around and there were fires everywhere, until at last she lit the discoloring plum.

Fu Qingyin retreated to the back door, watching the flames gradually devour the old figure.

He touched the flower seed hidden in his chest, and several times tried to rush in and drag the old mother out.

However, the old mother's calm and relieved demeanor has said it all.

Since his father's death, he has never taken the initiative to kneel to others, even when he was a staff member of the Governor's Palace, he never knelt down.

At this time, he finally lifted his robe, knelt on the ground with a puff, and knocked his head three times!

The fire finally completely annihilated the figure, the heat wave rolled in, and Fu Qingyin silently withdrew from the back door.

He escaped from Guangzhou City alone, facing the fork in the road, he was not confused at all, but went in the direction of Xinhui!

Chen Mu's fire, like a chameleon plum that burned away, made him destitute.

And he Fu Qingyin is the flower that will never decay, as long as he does not die, he will be able to bloom again and plant the entire Lingnan!

He will never let Chen Mu have a good time, and this day will come soon!