Xile has grown into a big girl, wearing a floral dress made by herself, wiping the sweat beads on her forehead, and looking at her 'stepmother' with fine skin and tender flesh from afar.

"Nothing more?"

"No more planting, no more budding, no more planting seedlings."

Joy thought to himself, if I strangled you, I would have strangled you.

Her 'stepmother' is an uncle.

At first glance, this may seem wrong, but on closer inspection, it is true!

'Uncle' is too lazy to die, the buds are not broken, the seedlings are not planted, and he guards a cherry blossom tree all day long, from a literary youth to a literary middle-aged, Xile feels that he is probably going to be so literary and artistic in his life.

Her uncle and stepmother said they would do it, and the next day they sold all the land and the grain stored in the warehouse, exchanged it for a handful of banknotes, and went on the road with a package.

They stopped and went to a lot of places.

I went to a city that had never been damaged by war, and I saw cherry blossoms blooming all over the city, maple leaves that burned half the sky red, and snow covering the eaves of the house in winter.

All year round, the four seasons are picturesque.

Joy and Chixiao planted a field of wildflowers around their rented courtyard, the flowers were pure white slender petals, the stamens in the middle were red and some were red, and the dots were dotted in the pure white petals.

I don't know where Chixiao got the seeds of this flower, it is the most common flower in Yucheng, it has strong vitality, it takes root, and the flowers bloom in all seasons, and each season is more beautiful than the other.

Many people come here, Chixiao is never stingy, someone will send a pot if they like it, and he will keep it when he gives money, and it is enough not to receive a thank you from him.

One day, as Joy passed through the streets, she suddenly noticed that there were little white flowers everywhere in the city, and she knew that they were going to the next city.

By the time Joy was twenty years old, they had already sprinkled flowers in three different cities.

When she has time, she often goes out of school to go around, listening to the sound of reading aloud inside, watching those young boys and girls in white clothes and long pants walking through the campus with books in their arms, only to feel that her heart is full of envy, but in the end she still retracts her envious gaze and looks down at the clay embedded in her fingernails.

She knew that she and Chixiao were going to the next city soon, but she didn't dare to go in, and passed by outside the school every day deliberately or unintentionally.

Later, one day, when she came home, she found a school invitation on her desk, with her name written on it, and she didn't have time to say thank you because Chixiao's room was empty.

She had hated him for being lazy and useless in her heart countless times, and always looked at the flowers in a daze.

But when this man was really gone, Joy suddenly felt like a kite flying in the air, and the string was suddenly torn off.

She could go wherever she wanted, she could stop wherever she wanted, but it also meant that she was homeless.

Her stepmother is not gentle, not kind, but there is a kind of magic in him, he can always easily make people down-to-earth and reassuring, she hates his lazy appearance, and she also likes the feeling of seeing him stop in place every time she turns around.

But now, he's gone.

……

When Joy was twenty-four years old, she graduated with the best grades, and she also met the man who had promised her life, and he was wearing a wedding dress and wept silently in the blessed eyes of his classmates and teachers.

She said.

"My life is safe and joyful, as you wish."

Later, she received a pot of wildflowers.

The slender pure white petals, clustered around the stamens as blue as the sky, bloom small flowers one by one, as if they can't be nourished.

On the hanging card, the crooked handwriting reads: New Variety.