Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The sun appeared in the sky after a long absence, giving people a feeling of being in another world. The rainstorm washed away the dust, and the trees were fresh and green, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The flowers and plants in Fufeng Fort were badly damaged. Only after Qingyun recovered was Fu Shengyu taken him outside to relax.

"All the flowers have been blown off, what a pity." Qingyun looked at the petals all over the ground, some of which were even rolled up in the mud.

When she was a child, she couldn't understand "Dream of Red Mansions". She just thought that Daiyu was crying, but the writing was brilliant. Now she can understand it a little.

"It is pure when it comes and pure when it goes, which is better than being dirty and stuck in a ditch." This is true for flowers and Daiyu.

"Fallen into mud and ground into dust, but the fragrance remains the same." Fu Shengyu has learned a lot recently. He followed Chen Musheng's advice to influence his children subtly.

Thinking of this, Fu Shengyu squatted down and accompanied Qingyun to look at the flowers on the ground. They were indeed dirty, and only some pink could be seen, probably because they were washed by the rain.

"Why aren't the leaves blown away?" Qingyun only saw a few scattered leaves and asked casually.

Fu Shengyu subconsciously wanted to explain, but then he thought of the experience he had learned recently. He should not just talk blindly, but explore and think with the child.

"Yes, why?" Fu Shengyu stood up, "Why don't we take a look together."

Qingyun also stood up, patted the non-existent dust on his hands, and followed Fu Shengyu to a shorter tree.

The leaves of this tree are red, and the flowers are also red. Qingyun had never paid much attention to it before, and it was really inconspicuous.

Maybe because the tree was a little short, there were actually a few flowers on it. Qingyun couldn't help but reach out and touch them.

"I think the rhizomes of the flowers are not as thick as the rhizomes of the leaves, so they are more easily blown down." Fu Shengyu leaned over to take a look and said.

Qingyun also came forward, a little unconvinced, "Really?"

It’s true. The roots of the leaves are indeed thicker than those of the flowers, and the color is darker.

"It's because the leaves have grown for longer. I saw new leaves a long time ago, and they were still very small at that time." Qingyun stretched out his hand to pluck a leaf, but it was quite difficult.

"That's true. It must be because the leaves are stronger. The leaves have been working hard to grow for a longer time than the flowers." Fu Shengyu asked Qingyun to pick another flower. Picking flowers was much easier and required almost no effort.

"But flowers fall faster than leaves. There was a tree with red flowers over at the cafeteria. It only bloomed for a few days and then all the flowers grew into leaves." Qingyun wanted to give Fu Shengyu a difficult question.

Fu Shengyu's mind was spinning rapidly. How could he answer this question? He asked, "So Qingyun, do you think flowers are better or leaves are better? Flowers are prettier, but leaves last longer."

This question is difficult for Qingyun to answer. If life is dull, it feels like a life lived in vain. But if life is vigorous, it will either bear fruit or be blown away by the wind.

Each has its own advantages. Qingyun turned around and saw Fu Shengyu's smiling eyes. "I like them all. The green leaves are beautiful, and the red flowers are also beautiful."

Fu Shengyu thought for a moment and happily kissed Qingyun on the cheek, "Each has its own advantages. It's good for Qingyun to be himself."

Thinking of the story he told earlier, Qingyun said, "The tiger in the cage envies the tiger outside for being able to run, and the tiger outside envies the tiger in the cage for being well fed."

"But they all have their favorites." Fu Shengyu felt that the implication of this story was not very good. He didn't want Qingyun to always pursue things that he didn't have.

It is good to pursue other things, but in life, not everything can go as planned. It is not easy to bite off more than you can chew. It is enough to have the things you like most.

"If Qingyun likes freedom and likes running, then run hard. You can feel the wind in the mountains and enjoy the fun of hunting."

"But if Qingyun likes to relax, then just enjoy the scenery and savor every meal."

"It depends on which one Qingyun likes more. He can like whatever he likes." Fu Shengyu hugged Qingyun again. He hoped that Qingyun could rise quickly, but after a long time, he still hoped that Qingyun could live happily.

There are thousands of possibilities in this world. If they were all the same, what would be the point?

"Okay, Qingyun wants the one he likes the most." Qingyun grinned.

Qingyun thought of a delivery boy he met before. He used to be an employee of a company, with a good salary, five insurances and one fund, but he only had to work overtime occasionally.

But he likes riding motorcycles and doesn't like the cramped and dull layout of the office, so he quit his job and started delivering food a few years after the food delivery industry became popular.

The salary for delivering food is not that stable, it is not as comfortable as working in an office due to the wind and sun, and there is no social insurance and one housing fund, and the security is not as good as working in a company.

But he can ride his beloved motorcycle and enjoy the speed and passion, so natural obstacles also seem to be obstacles to his success in winning the championship.

Given his family situation, there was no way he could take part in a real competition, but he could race against life, run against the estimated time, and imagine himself as a superman who needed to arrive at the scene quickly.

Many people follow the rules, but there are always people who find alternative ways. He enjoys his life and accepts everything he has to lose for it, but he feels that he is living a truly happy life every moment.

There is nothing wrong with this. You will regret it no matter what you choose.

Qingyun put down the leaves and flowers in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up, "Father, let's go for a walk in the woods."

"The rain has stopped. There may be a lot of bugs in the forest now. Are you sure?" Fu Shengyu looked at Qingyun and said seriously, "Qingyun, you have to be careful when making a choice."

Sure enough, Qingyun was still a little hesitant. She was delicate and tender now, and was quite attractive to mosquitoes. There were already two lumps on her arms.

"Yes." Qingyun gestured on his face twice, "Wear a mask and long sleeves and long pants."

Fu Shengyu raised an eyebrow, picked up Qingyun and brought him back to Fuyao, "What if he is bitten by a bug again?"

"Apply that smelly medicine. The doctor said it can repel mosquitoes." Qingyun was still very smart. The ointment had a strong menthol smell, and Qingyun really didn't like that smell.

After putting on a cute cartoon mask and applying ointment on the forehead and behind the ears, you are ready to go out happily.

Fu Shengyu was also very happy to see Qingyun's excitement. He felt so sad when he saw the little flower withering when it was sick.

Qingyun was very happy. On the way, she hummed the songs she learned from TV. The cartoons were not that good, but the songs in them were very much to her liking.

Fu Shengyu was not interested in singing, so naturally he couldn't tell whether Qingyun sang well or not, or how tune-out he was. He just thought Qingyun's voice was clear, sweet and very nice to listen to.

Qingyun could still hear some messy tunes, but she could also confidently sing a few lines pretty well. If it was a difficult song, she could just hum a few words to get by. Anyway, she was very happy.