Qing Lin walked out of the building of the venue, at this time Qing Lin didn't want to go to a confined space, he needed a place where he could breathe freely. Qinglin stood on the road with his right hand up, his palm facing the ground, under the starry sky, from the back of Qinglin's hand, as if a blood vessel ran out of the skin, a fluorescent white line emerged from the back of Qinglin's hand.

Because it is the relationship of the night, it is faintly blue in the moonlight, and the glowing lines are intertwined and entwined above the back of Qinglin's hand, and the line knots are meandering, crossing and separating, from a few ordinary lines, gradually the frame of a butterfly is vividly woven successfully.

At this time, the butterfly was still connected to the back of Qinglin's hand, Qinglin's hand shook slightly, the butterfly shook its wings and flew high, and the feet of the butterfly on the back of Qinglin's hand that were connected before were all separated from the back of Qinglin's hand at the moment when the wings waved to produce airflow, and flew forward.

The butterflies fly high and low, walking with Qinglin to the destination they want to go, and the butterflies that glow are like a bright light in the dark night, walking with a tired body and mind with the butterflies who don't want to do anything.

At this time, Qinglin was in no mood to care about who was around him, or who was following him, he just wanted to find a quiet place, thinking about nothing and nothing.

The butterfly seemed to be flying very slowly, but Qinglin just followed behind at his normal pace, and if you look at it the other way, it was Qinglin who made the butterfly fly at this speed.

The butterfly flew and flew, "jumped" lightly in the air, spun in a circle, and shook off the shining light from the wings, and the light did not immediately fall to the ground nor disappear into the air. When Qinglin walked in, the light from the butterfly hit Qinglin's body little by little.

Whenever a little light with the same color as a butterfly hits the body, the skin that is touched will become more transparent, and as Qinglin walks into the light, more and more light is touched, and the whole person loses the color and texture that the real thing should have, and the transparent appearance becomes illusory.

When Qinglin passed through the light sprinkled by the butterfly, the figure that stepped out of that range was already difficult to find with the naked eye, and I saw the scene where someone was walking with the butterfly just now, and only the butterfly was flying forward at this time.

The butterflies have become less bright than they used to be, only glowing faintly in the night sky. It crossed the wide road of the Qing family, crossed the stone path with a small stream flowing beside it, and broke into a forest.

Although it is a forest, there are not many trees around, after all, the Qingjia is dominated by low plants. The butterfly flew towards the interior of the woods, and after a short time, its vision widened, and now the place where the butterfly arrived was a small clearing, surrounded by the surrounding trees.

There was nothing in the open space, just grass growing just to Qinglin's ankles, "This is the place you found in the entire Qing family", Qinglin looked at this place, compared to the beautiful scenery outside, it was really ordinary and could not be extraordinary, but Qinglin was the place that Qinglin wanted to be.

The butterfly flew to the middle, although it looked like there were only butterflies, but on the grass behind the butterfly, you could see small patches of grass falling down regularly, which was the footprints of Qinglin, who had been transparent, on the grass.

When the footsteps reached the middle, they stopped, and if they stood in the middle and looked up, the stars and the moon above the Qing family could be seen at a glance. Qinglin stood straight in the middle of the grass, looking up at the starry sky, his heart was full of mixed feelings, thinking about what he had just heard and saw, and his heart twitched violently.

Qinglin covered his chest, closed his eyes with trembling eyebrows, and fell down by inertia with a slight force of his body backwards, slamming heavily on the grass, leaving a dent on Qinglin's entire body on the grass.

Qinglin lay on the grass and opened his eyes again, and at this time Qinglin didn't understand what he was looking at or what he saw, and he breathed deeply again and again.

The butterfly seemed to have completed its mission, and lightly stopped on a grass beside Qinglin that was not pressed, and in a few breaths, it became lighter and lighter, and disappeared into the air like Qinglin's transparent feeling just now.

Qing Lin couldn't feel the surrounding environment at this time, he couldn't feel the wind that blew the surrounding grass that blew through him, he couldn't feel the twinkling stars in the starry sky, and he couldn't feel the sound of insects crushing around him or not far away. Just looked straight at the starry sky, and spit out the qi in his body over and over again, other than that, Qinglin didn't do anything, and didn't say anything.

I don't know if it's a few more minutes, dozens of minutes or hours, Qinglin slowly closed his eyelids, and the environment around his body became the room where Qinglin lived like changing the curtain. At this time, Qinglin was lying on the bed in the bedroom, after Qinglin returned to the room, he opened his eyes, took off the clothes and shoes that the Qing family gave him, folded them neatly and put them back in the box, and put the box on the bottom layer of the wardrobe.

Qinglin came to the bathroom, and before he could completely take off his clothes, he turned on the shower and stood underneath, so that the water that had not yet warmed up rushed on his body, and he kept rushing, without changing his posture or adjusting the temperature.

After a long, long time, the bathroom door finally opened, Qinglin had already changed into new clothes and came out, walked to the kitchen and took a glass of water and drank it directly down his throat. People finally sobered up, from the beginning Qinglin didn't want to do anything but let his body move, but Qinglin knew that some things had to be faced after all, and no matter how to escape, it was useless.

The last breath was deeply spit out by Qing Lin, Qing Lin put down the cup, walked to the mirror, and looked at himself again, familiar with himself.

What I heard today, I will definitely find a reasonable answer and explanation, Qinglin doesn't want to live like this, I don't understand, obviously I came to Xingdu to find the past between the two of them, and also to see that grandfather.

So how can you be weak and retreat after just listening to a sentence, so many years of parental coldness, so many years of loneliness, is it just here to end, and everything has to go back to the past?

"How is it possible", Qinglin stared at himself in the mirror, since he had already set off, don't stop, even if he didn't take the way he wanted, but he couldn't go back, and he couldn't do things that made him regret and disappointed in retrospect.