It is a creamy white double-storey garden house. The first floor is used as the living room and kitchen, and the second floor is the family's bedroom.
The sunflowers planted on both sides of the house bloom in the warmest season. Such sunny flowers can heal people's hearts.
In the kitchen on the first floor facing the sun, a woman in an apron is busy preparing dinner. The sun always shines in through the kitchen window in the evening.
She wore a long skirt with a sunflower pattern on it, and her hair was tied back with a headband. She looked elegant and intellectual.
The orange sunlight shone on her face, adding warmth.
When she turned around, a gentle smile appeared on the woman's face, with a soft maternal glow.
She looked at her son who was building blocks on the carpet in the living room and called softly.
"Yu Xiu, go to the door and see if your brothers and sisters are here?"
The little boy raised his head, his delicate little face was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a well-fitting and neat little suit, and the red bow tie was particularly suitable for the child's skin color, making him look very cute.
Upon hearing this, his little face suddenly became wrinkled.
"Mom, can I not go?"
Hearing this, the woman put down the plate in her hand, walked to her son and squatted down.
"Did Yu Xiu promise his mother that he would get along well with his brothers and sisters? Children can't break their promises."
The little boy lowered his head, his neatly manicured fingernails were neatly rounded, and he gently clasped the car toy in his hand.
"But they don't like me. My brother always beats me, and my sister also bullies me. She broke my bicycle and skateboard last time."
Seeing her son's dejected look, she gently touched the child's face.
"Brother and sister just like to joke. They also like Yu Xiu. Yu Xiu won't blame them, right?"
The little boy lowered his head and did not move. His father always said that he was very smart and he knew many things.
He could also see that his brother and sister really hated him.
This is not false. During the hide-and-seek games several times, they deliberately did not look for him and let him hide alone from morning to midnight.
His sister also tricked him into climbing trees to pick fruits. She always pinched him with her fingernails when no one was around, and even slapped him in the face.
"Yu Xiu is so cute, how could your brother and sister not like you? You are brothers. You are all the same children of the Fu family. You must get along well."
"And Yu Xiu is so kind. He must know how to share and take care of his brothers and sisters. As time goes by, they will definitely like Yu Xiu very much."
The little boy looked up after hearing his mother's words, with a smile on his delicate little face.
"Are you back?" The woman looked up and saw the man coming in from the door.
The handsome man put down what he was holding and picked up the little boy on the ground.
"Did you take good care of your mother today?"
"Yes, I even helped my mother pick vegetables."
The man smiled and kissed his son's face, then leaned over and kissed the corner of his wife's mouth.
"It's time to eat. Didn't you see Yu Heng and Zhining?" The woman raised her hand to loosen his tie.
"Dad took them out and we ate them ourselves."
Hearing these words, the little boy felt a little sad in his eyes. Grandpa had never liked him.
I have never taken him out to play, and I don’t even want to talk to him.
"Let's eat first."
The scene stopped at a scene of a family having dinner happily, and suddenly changed into darkness.
"Go away! You are not my son, go away!!!"
"Go away!!"
The woman's gentle appearance turned crazy, her voice was high-pitched, and she screamed one after another.
The object in her hand kept hitting the boy, one after another, until his head was broken and blood flowed, and there was no mercy at all.
"Devil, you are all devils!!"
Fu Yuxiu stood there, looking at the beaten boy who was dying and the woman who had gone completely crazy.
Why did it happen like this? He remembered.
Because of her similar face to Fu Yuan, she became the second person besides Fu Yuan that Nan Jinxiu could not see after he went crazy.
From then on, his mother, who had always loved him, would only punch and kick him every time she saw him.
In desperation, Fu Yuan could only move him from the other side of the lake to live in the main building. Unfortunately, he fell into the hands of Fu Yuheng and Fu Zhining, and naturally he did not end well.
He stood at the corner and watched as the dirty little boy picked up the bread that the servant had stepped on from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth hungrily.
"I thought you were a superior young master. Let me tell you, there is only one eldest young master in the entire Fu family, and it will definitely not be you!"
"If an illegitimate child dares to glare at me, I think you are going to die."
The servant on the side pulled him and persuaded him, "Don't do this, let the old lady see it again."
"Do you think that the old man would want to see him? If it weren't for his crazy mother, the master would not have died. It's really whimsical for a nameless and statusless woman to want to be together for the rest of her life."
"It's not like she didn't even get a funeral after she died. The old man ordered her ashes to be thrown far away, so as not to offend the master."
"It's just a pity, this little bastard's life is really not good..."
Anyway, they have the support of the eldest young master and eldest lady, so what are they afraid of? The servant said and kicked the boy with great force, punching and kicking him.
The smiles of those people were full of sarcasm, disgust, and contempt.
After the deaths of Fu Yuan and Nan Jinxiu, he spent five years in the Fu family.
In fact, some people are not born cold-hearted and cold-hearted.
In a trance, the scene changed again, and the dying Nan Jinxiu was lying on the bed. She was always a beautiful and graceful woman.
However, in just two years, he turned into a gray-haired old woman.
On the last day before her death, she finally woke up, recognized her abused son, and learned about the death of her beloved husband.
"Yu Xiu, I'm sorry, mom, I can't stay with you anymore." Nan Jinxiu looked at the crystal lantern with pear blossom relief above her head, "Maybe this is the best for you, Jiaolong Qianyuan, you can't stay here forever. place."
Fu Yuxiu knelt in front of the bed, looking at the dying woman without saying a word.
"I'm going to see your father. Before I leave, you have to promise me something. Otherwise, I will die with my eyes open."
Fu Yuxiu looked at his mother's widened pupils and nodded gently.
"As long as your grandfather is alive, you can't take action against the Fu family. You can leave the imperial capital, but you must come back. When you have the ability to overlook everything, you can come back and face them."
Nan Jinxiu wants her son to live an ordinary life more than anyone else.
He could choose to go to Ningzhou, live an ordinary life in the Nan family, and grow up happily under the protection of the Nan family.
But this child is destined to be no ordinary child.
He is a descendant of the Fu family, and he carries the blood of the Fu family. Even if he wants to be ordinary, no one will let him go free.
The surname Fu bound Fu Yuannan Jinxiu for life, and also bound their son for life.
"You have to promise me that you won't do anything to the Fu family as long as your grandfather is alive..."
In her life, she had given all her rebellion to that man, but Fu Yuan had to bear tremendous pressure for her.
Some things cannot be judged as right or wrong, but she has never regretted falling in love with that man or giving birth to Fu Yuxiu.
Nan Jinxiu held her son's hand. In these two years of confusion, she couldn't remember that the boy in front of her was her child.
He has also grown taller, the outline of his eyebrows is more like Fu Yuan, and he is not as handsome as an ordinary person.
"The road ahead for you will not be easy, but as long as you persist, you will definitely find the light that lights you up, and it will guide your future direction. Mom can only accompany you here..."
Nan Jinxiu looked at the crystal lamp above her head, and stretched out her skinny palms vigorously, as if trying to grab something from the air.
Fu Yuan's face appeared in front of her again, and the man in her memory who always smiled tenderly at her walked in front of her.
"Fu Yuan, I'm here to find you..."
Fu Yuxiu touched the tears under the corners of his mother's eyes with one hand, and fell from her increasingly cold face to the pillow.
Nan Jinxiu is not considered a member of the Fu family, so her ashes are not eligible to be buried with Fu Yuan, or even enter the Fu family cemetery.
Fu Dingfeng had no intention of disposing of the ashes of the woman who killed his son, so he restrained himself hastily and threw them into a cemetery hundreds of kilometers away from the Fu family.
The people on the bed hugged each other tighter and tighter, their whole bodies trembling.
Wen Li opened his eyes and raised his hand to touch a piece of smoothness on his forehead.
"Axiu?" she called.
The man with his eyes closed was trembling, and his hands holding her tightened again and again.
Wen Li finally broke free and turned on the light to check on him.
It's like having a nightmare, trapped in a dream and unable to get out.
She wring out a wet towel from the bathroom, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead.
Just as her hand touched him, the man reached over with his eyes closed, hugged her waist, and rested his head on her lap.
Wen Li lowered his head, gently brushed his forehead with his palm, and patted his shoulder comfortingly.
"It turns out that you are so vulnerable sometimes."
The man with his eyes closed opened his brows and rubbed his face against hers.
"You must have had a hard time in those years."
It was more like Wen Li was asking himself. He didn't even need to guess. Fu Yuheng and Fu Zhiningde had such good conduct.
How could he be okay
"Those bad memories will always pass."
No matter how painful the wound is, there will be a scar. When the scar falls off, even though it is healed, the scar will always be there.
Wen Li lowered his head and kissed his forehead gently, "Don't have a headache when you wake up tomorrow. I want to eat the toast you made..."
The man in the dream seemed to feel this warmth, and the corners of his lips slightly raised and curled up.
My bloody childhood turned around, and I was still in the sunflower field.
He saw the little girl rushing toward him with a windmill in her hand.
She was wearing braids and the hem of her floral skirt was stained. When she smiled, there was even saliva on her chin.
His light, he seemed to have caught...
(End of chapter)