A mighty torrential rain had just stopped, but the hazy sky was still overcast and gloomy, filled with dark clouds that could not be dispersed.

On both sides of the wide taxiway, instead of a green lawn, a large field of poppy flowers blooms beautifully, the moist petals are full and full, the lotus lotus is dotted with pale pink, and the crimson is inlaid with light white, blooming as if it is dying, and the water droplets condensed on the slender flower stems are crystal clear and crumbling......

A golden car slowly descended onto the taxiway, and a strong cyclone blew the fragile stems of the poppies on both sides to the ground.

The wing-shaped door slowly opened, and almost at the same time, a dark golden figure appeared in the doors on the left and right, respectively, which was the luxurious military uniform that marked the highest military rank of the empire - Supreme Gold (Supreme Gold).

Coming out from the left was a burly and sturdy man, with a deeper and deeper perseverance catalyzed by the years between his eyebrows, his thick black and straight eyebrows were like two hard swords tempered from the flames, and his eyes were very dark, but they were so calm that he could not see any waves;

What came out from the right was a heroic and sassy girl, her delicate facial features had completely faded from her youthful youth, and her soft facial lines exuded the heroic spirit of a soldier.

The obsidian-like eyes with a jade luster are also as deep as the man next to her, but her eyebrows are smaller, not as angry as the man next to her, and the slightly curved eyebrow arch and the eyebrows that are slightly slanted towards the sideburns form a delicate arc, but with her handsome and erect handsome face, it does not look weak at all.

A well-cut military uniform shows off the contours of her slender body, slender legs, and a slightly slender but never weak skeleton, perfectly outlining a handsome officer with a personable and majestic manner.

"Little kitten," General Poppy knocked on the top cover of the car, hooked the corners of his mouth and looked at the handsome side face with a smile on his face, his chin raised, and motioned to the butterfly to look at the poppy flower field on the right.

Flutter glanced at the man lightly, but still turned her head to look in the direction he signaled.

Under the ravages of the storm, a large sea of poppy flowers staggered from side to side, the tiny stems were soaked in water, and the huge flowers that fell down bent their thin bodies, and on a begonia red poppy flower not far from the side of the taxiway, a purple-gold butterfly was dancing, its wings and the rhythm of the breeze, fanning gracefully.

"The little butterfly lost in the sea of poppy flowers, the butterfly adjutant, you see that little butterfly doesn't look like you!"

General Poppy said in a long time, but with a clear tone of "it is indeed like you".

“…… Hum...... General Poppy's associative power is so rich that it is really incredible. Fluttersdie snorted coldly.

"It has been said since ancient times that no matter how proud a butterfly is, it can't resist the temptation of glamorous flowers, not to mention, it is still a gorgeous poppy flower to the extreme?"

Ignoring the disdainful expression of the wandering butterfly, General Poppy continued to say with interest.

Bah! Still glamorous? Using this word as a metaphor for himself, he didn't even feel ashamed?

Wandering Butterfly glanced at the man with disdain, and the sturdy body like a giant bear that came into view couldn't be linked to the "glamorous Jiaohua".

“…… General Poppy, if you count yourself as a flower, at your age, you can only belong to the category of broken flowers and willows, how can there be little butterflies willing to 'pick you'? ”

Wandering Butterfly raised her eyebrows and squinted at this half-lifed, invincible man, feng shui turns, shouldn't it be the turn to watch this arrogant man eat deflated?

“…… Haha......" The general laughed instead of being angry, "Isn't this 'remnant flower' of General Ben caused by the over-harvesting of your little butterfly over the years, Adjutant Wandering Butterfly?" Adjutant Wandering Butterfly, you don't want to give up on General Ben, do you? …… It's really a little butterfly! ”

The man's pretended resentful tone made the goosebumps shake off the ground.

This old man is old, and his skin is still so thick that he can't even push the earth.

Ignoring the grumpy old man, he strode towards the front door, where he had something to do - to attend the twelfth graduation ceremony of the Imperial Military Academy.

In my ears was the dull and powerful sound of thick-soled leather boots stepping on the concrete floor, both his own and the man's.

Since he was sixteen years old, he was accidentally planted in this man's house, and more than ten years have passed like this.

The two people who have come all the way, most of the time the way they get along is that you don't let me and I will never spare your friction, friction, friction, some are indeed unavoidable disputes, and more are unnecessary stubbornness that can be avoided but deliberately provoked by that hateful and hateful man.

The man's hateful nature does not seem to have changed with the passage of time, and it seems to have changed a lot, and the man's former appearance seems to be still clearly imprinted in the depths of his mind, and it seems that there is only a blur that has long been unable to see his true face.

Looking back inadvertently, Wandering Butterfly suddenly realized that she had come a long way with this man, so that she had long been accustomed to the inseparability of such a person, even though it was a tiresome lust^ embryo hooligan and a demon full of bad intestines (General Poppy, your image is like this in the eyes of Wandering Butterfly).

Wandering butterfly remembered when she was very young, when her mother was still there, and it was also a stormy summer day, and in the gloomy afternoon when the clouds had not had time to disperse after the rain, a small butterfly whose wings had been damaged by the fierce wind and rain curled up on a petal, and its soaked and weak body snuggled up in the crimson flower that exuded a rich fragrance, shivering.

It was the gentle mother who accompanied her to save the poor little butterfly, and raised the wounded butterfly on the beautiful red flower, until it was finally able to spread its wings again and embark on a free flight journey, without having to stick to this beautiful but monotonous flower that would feel monotonous and boring after looking at it for a long time.

But to the surprise of the wandering butterfly, this little butterfly that could have swam in the sea of colorful flowers soon flew back and landed again on this "residual flower" that gradually began to wither and yellow, and the fragrant fragrance was slowly fading, and it did not leave for a long time......

"Mom, hasn't the little butterfly flown away? Why did you fly back? Isn't its wound already healed? I still remember asking my mother strangely with my head tilted sideways.

"Well, I think it's probably in love with this flower, and it's reluctant to leave."

Her mother's gentle voice was so deep that she couldn't understand what was hidden in the words that seemed to be full of sighs, even today, Wandering Butterfly only remembered her mother's expression at that moment, that little lonely sigh, and still couldn't understand the deep meaning contained in it.

What is Mother sighing for? Is it for the little butterfly that has returned, or for the self (referring to the mother herself) who has been waiting for his father to return but has never seen his return?

It's all gone. Fluttering shook her head, but immediately questioned herself, is it really all over? The "little butterfly" that has been wandering in confusion and the little butterfly engraved in my mind......

Destiny?

Bah! How can there be so much fatalism? Everything is nothing more than this man forcibly grabbing and getting used to his existence......

Thinking of this, the trace of sadness in my heart immediately disappeared, and the butterfly tensed her leg muscles because of her resentment, and stepped on the ground hard with every step, so as to relieve her anger!

Well? I have just passed forty, and this little kitten who doesn't know the height of the sky is disgusted as a "broken flower and willow"? How can this be reasonable, this little cat is so indulged by herself that she almost forgets who her owner is? Is it okay to go on like this?

General Poppy thought viciously, waiting for the graduation ceremony of the military academy to end, to see how he cleaned up this little bad cat who had been too comfortable during this time......

The narrow eyes slowly narrowed, and the sharp eagle eyes stared at the two straight, round, full, and beautiful hip^ petals wrapped in a golden military uniform as if staring at the prey.

Wandering Butterfly couldn't help but shiver, only to feel a chill rising up her back.

This damn old man! is already too old to gnaw bones (it is purely the conjecture or hope of wandering butterflies, in reality, General Poppy Huang, who is in the prime of life, is even more fierce, and the strength to toss her to death every day is unabated compared with before), and even does not change his heart (Wandering Butterfly Adjutant, didn't you just finish the lesson last night?) Don't be so emotional)?

It's hopelessly incorrigible (Lieutenant Wanderer, isn't it a little too late for you to realize this now)!

The butterfly slammed her foot on the ground, and was about to turn around and talk to the old man, who had relapsed in less than twelve hours...... At this time, the glass revolving door in front opened, and two logistics soldiers in dark blue military uniforms trotted over.

There are outsiders, and Wandering Butterfly has never been against this man with the supreme rank of "Imperial General", no matter what, this man is his top boss after all.

Suppressing her anger, she stood still, her waist straight, waiting for the man who had deliberately fallen behind her to walk in front of her. (According to the rank of the military, when it is necessary to make an official appearance in public for inspection or other reasons, the senior military rank generally takes the lead.) ）

General Poppy, you have your intrigues and tricks, I have my coping strategy, when the time comes, see who is afraid of whom? Hum......

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