Chapter 355: Are We Best Friends?
No matter how rich you are, your power is monstrous, and your cultivation is invincible, you can't get a friend who treats you sincerely.
Guanhua Butterfly doesn't want to lose the firmament, not at all.
If Qiong Youdao beats her, she will not be able to care about what happened three days ago, and the butterfly will not complain and will never resist.
She has lost too much in the endless lonely years, and the appearance of the Dome is like a touch of green arching through the boundless frozen soil on the frozen wasteland, or a ray of light penetrating the glacier, so that she is no longer lonely and cold.
The groundbreaking vitality dots the frozen soil, and the pale world cannot be rendered, and the soft light under the glacier is ungraspable, and it is still a biting cold and boundless silence.
Saints are also human beings, and they are also afraid of the cold.
It never occurred to her that this indescribable tiny thing could change anything.
I thought that all life would be cut off in the cold wind, and all life in the ice and snow would be short-lived, even if there was a glimmer of light penetrating the glacier, but under the glacier was darkness that could swallow the light, and there was no end in sight.
But she was wrong, and this time was different.
The seedlings on the frozen soil of the ice field have not grown into towering trees, but they have the courage of the whole forest, although they cannot shelter from the wind and rain, but they make the world no longer lonely and white, no longer a single color.
The glacier is like an abyss, and the faint light cannot dispel the darkness of the glacier, but it wraps the butterfly in the painting, so that it is not eroded by the darkness, and brings her warmth.
I thought I had long been accustomed to singing alone in the dead silence and dancing alone in the howling cold wind.
What's the matter if the snow covers up all the vitality? It's just a return to the original appearance, even if you are reluctant, it doesn't matter much, and it's not a little girl who hasn't experienced strong winds and waves.
But in the shade of the tree, which was not as high as his own, in the faint soft light, it was really warm.
In just half a year, it was the fastest and happiest time since she came to the cute cat world, and she was greedy for that warmth for a while, so that she wanted to grasp the warmth like crazy, and she did not hesitate to give up the dignity of a saint to pray for a mountain view.
She knew that the green shade on the snow and the soft light under the ice would one day leave her, but she should not destroy it with her own hands before that.
God makes her no longer lonely, and she should cherish it. The dome has warmed her, she shouldn't have chilled the heart of the dome and the way.
You shouldn't have slapped him in the face.
He smiled softly and softly, and who in this world is not a lonely and cold person?
If the butterfly is in the dark world under the glacier of the white ice field, the way of the dome is to be in the black hole of the deep cold hell tearing the light, all life is silent, and everything is destroyed.
For the butterfly, the dome is the green plant on the ice field, the soft light under the glacier, the hurried passerby in life, and the moment in the long life of the saint.
As everyone knows, before she thinks that the smoke and dust will eventually dissipate, she is really insignificant.
In the truly infinite longevity of the Heavenly Dao, even if the sage's ability is great, it is still a speck of dust in the torrent of time after all.
And the dome reached out and grabbed the dust that would have faded away from time.
Qiong Youdao would not scold her, let alone beat her, and he never had any anger or dissatisfaction with the behavior of watching the butterfly.
There is a way in the dome but a rotten good person, a rotten good person will not be angry, everything is a picture of butterflies and people worrying about the sky.
Presumably, the butterfly must have been troubled by this incident for three days, and must have been very uneasy.
If this matter is not stated positively, I am afraid that it will always bother the butterfly, so that she can be relieved but not too much to poke her sore spots, so Qiong Youdao will not go into more detail and shift the focus of attention.
"Fluttershy broke my mask and wants to pay me a new one. ”
Qiongyoudao took out the crying face mask from the storage ring in his hand, there was a crack on the mask, I don't know when it was left, anyway, it wasn't slapped by the butterfly.
As soon as the mask came out, the butterfly was stunned, and she was all four dignified, how could she not see the intention?
"Hmm...... Well. Looking at the mask that was aggravated by the tone of the firmament, the butterfly burst into tears and laughed, but there were mixed feelings in his heart, and there was an indescribable feeling.
"I don't have any money, though. "The butterfly wiped her tears.
"Then you owe it first, pay it back slowly, and before you pay it off, you drive me, and I won't leave. ”
"Good. ”
"Let's go, let's go find the hibiscus, I know where the hibiscus is. ”
Dome Youdao stood up from the ground, and the butterfly also stood up, and she wiped the tears from her eyes, but she couldn't let Hibiscus see the joke.
"The veil is still on me. "The painting butterfly stretched out his hand to Qiongyoudao to ask for the veil to be taken away by him, and he was disgusted in his heart, and took off the girl's veil without making a sound, which was really rude!
Although he blames the Dome in his heart, he does not have any intention of blaming the Dome on the surface and in his heart.
The tulle covers her face in order to hide her face from being seen by others so as not to be in trouble, and there will be no trouble at the moment, and her appearance is not a secret to the dome, and she sees it every day under the same roof, and her face is almost close to her face.
If anyone in this world knows her appearance best, except for the saints in Dashan Village, it should be the Qiong Youdao.
When he saw the butterfly wearing a veil instead of a smiling mask, he knew what the butterfly had experienced in the past three days.
He knew very well that he was a smiling Taoist friend, and he must have known everything about the painting butterfly, he didn't go to explain anything, and he didn't ask anything about the painting butterfly.
Both of them know that what has passed, no matter what the process and result is, has already passed, it is already a foregone conclusion, the past is irreversible, and the future has time to understand what happened at that time.
At the same time as the dome returned the veil to the butterfly, the cracked weeping mask in his other hand wanted to be worn on his face.
"We're best friends?"
Guanhua Butterfly suddenly spoke, she looked down at the thin veil in her hand, although she asked for the veil back from Qiongyoudao, but she did not mean to continue wearing it on her face. The tulle in the palm of the hand is very light and soft, but not as soft as the dome of the road.
"Of course. "There is a way in the dome without thinking.
It's best friends. Guanhua Butterfly lowered her head and smiled, stepped forward and snatched the crying face mask that Qiong Youdao wanted to put on her face, and stuffed her smiling face mask into Qiong Youdao's hand.
"Let's go. ”
The boulder that had been pressed in my heart for three days finally landed, swept away the haze in my heart, and the butterfly became lively and playful again.
The butterfly put the crying mask on his face that he snatched from the firmament, covering his peerless face. Although there is a crack in the mask, it is because of this small flaw that the beauty of asymmetry is achieved.
The meaning of the butterfly is already obvious. She knew that Qiongyoudao was a smiling Taoist, but she didn't ask, didn't ask why, didn't ask why Qiongyoudao deceived her that day.
Since she is the best friend, I believe that there must be a reason why Qiong Youdao does not talk to her, and when Qiong Youdao wants to say it, he will take the initiative to tell her.