The butterfly sat downstairs for a while, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was wrong to go on like this, so she couldn't sit still, stood up, hurriedly went upstairs, and walked into the room of the diving bird in three steps and two steps, and saw the diving bird sitting next to the kite, and didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't help but say, walked up, lifted the quilt, and picked up the kite.

The diving bird immediately wanted to stop her, grabbed the butterfly's wrist, and said, "Why are you doing this?"

The butterfly didn't look at him, and said, "It's time for us to go back!"

The diving bird said, "You see he's already asleep, so let him sleep here for a while, what's the matter?"

The butterfly said, "No, we have to go back."

The diving bird grabbed her wrist, and the two of them were secretly competing at this time, and the diving bird said: I said I would send you home, don't you worry?

The butterfly said, "I have to go back now." It's not too early, you let go-

The diving bird said: Actually, it doesn't matter if you spend the night here, I can sleep in my mother's room, this room is for the two of you to sleep. You don't have to think of me as that person, I'm not that bad, and I promise you will not be affected by me as if you were in your own home. Wuji, don't be so stubborn, okay? Just stay, tomorrow is just when I rest, I still want to spend more time with the kite, after all, I'm his father, right? I owe my duty as a father. After all these years, you have been hiding from me and not gnawing on me, and now that I already know the truth of the facts, you say, how can I stand by and watch anymore? If I'm really like that, wouldn't I be a jerk? I feel like you've been misunderstanding me and I'm not the asshole you think I am. You should at least give me a chance. But you, you're always self-righteous, self-righteous, always arbitrary, and never want to think about me—

The butterfly snapped: Did you say enough? We're going back.

She shook her vigorously, because she knew that it was really difficult to wake her up when she fell asleep, and that he could be completely undisturbed even if she was making a loud noise around him. So she had to find a way to wake him up first.

The diving bird suddenly hugged the butterfly's waist and begged a little: Wuji, don't do this, please, really don't do this, why do you want to do this? He slept well, why wake him up? Wuji, I know you have complaints about me, but you don't want to think about it, if I don't have you in my heart, how can I be single and unmarried for so many years? I've been looking for you, waiting for you, don't you know that piece of my heart—that piece of heart was given to you ten years ago?

The butterfly shuddered, stopped shaking, and remained silent, as if listening to what he had to say.

The diving bird immediately continued: "The two of us went round and round, and we were separated several times. You may have forgotten that there were a few years when I went to work in other places, but there was only one person I thought about every day and night, not my mother, but you. I'm still thinking about you in the field, and I want to be back here and meet you again. Yes, we are reunited, and we have had a happy time for a while. Have you forgotten? I pick you up from work every day, we go home together, we go for a walk together, we buy things together, how happy we are. It was the happiest day of my life. Maybe you have forgotten, but I will not forget, I have lived every day with these memories all these years. Without them, I, I really don't know what to do? ……

The butterfly was silent, but the whole person was as stiff as a piece of wood, harder than wood. Listening to the diving bird say this, he said in a stiff tone: Can you let me go first?

There was only one light on in the room, a small light on the wall, and the light was dim, the kind of small light with a slight halo that diving birds love. The light is weak and soft, giving the whole bedroom a sense of tranquil laziness.

If you sleep alone, it's just that kind of laziness that makes people sleep. But if it is two people who happen to be lovers, then this environment can't help but seem a little too decadent and charming, which makes people think about it.

In such an environment, it is most suitable for a pair of mandarin duck flowers to speak softly. However, the diving bird spent many, many wandering nights in solitude.

He always fantasized that one day he would be able to share his love with butterflies here, even if it was cold rain and chiffle outside.

When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. Over the years, he has survived his youth with this bitter lovesickness.

The butterfly's heart was beating hard at this time, and she was hugged by him, and the feeling that had been extinguished many years ago suddenly returned to her eyes, which made her palpitate unprepared. She could clearly feel the familiar breath, her body temperature, and all the familiar sensations of hell. All of this has been buried, and now it is beginning to be unscrupulous in itself.

She felt a wave of dizziness, uncontrollable dizziness, and almost felt like vomiting. After struggling for a long time, he barely restrained himself, and said in a faint, almost trembling voice: Ying Shuying, you let go of me-

The diving bird roared lowly: Don't let go, if you don't go, I'll let you go!

The butterfly feels a little breathless, this environment is really fatal, and the current situation is even more fatal, and the most important thing is that his body is also changing.

After all, after all, for so many years, he and Zhuang Yousheng have actually lived like a monk and a nun. The two of them don't know what they are abiding by, anyway, they have lived in harmony for many years in this way, and they have not crossed the thunder pool. It just so happens that Zhuang Yousheng is also a strange person, or habitually abstinent. If you are willing, I will not press it.

It just happened to be a little interesting, but he inserted a Liao Yingchen horizontally, and cut off their good deeds. It can be described as a stumbling situation.

Some things are not unwanted, but they are trying to restrain themselves. If you hadn't flirted, I would have been able to deal with it calmly. But the butterfly is a flesh and blood woman after all, and where can she resist the diving bird from hugging so fiercely, she gradually begins to soften.