Today, his value is 3,000 yuan a month. 800 yuan for rent, because he lives in a small room, and the girl next door rents a large room. Except for living expenses, there is basically no money to save. But fortunately, he can live a hard life, sometimes he doesn't eat breakfast, and sometimes he shares other people's in the unit, as long as you pay some labor, run errands, and help others buy it. You can't save money for lunch, but it's generally not more than 10 yuan, and in most cases, it's noodles. Dinner is casually passed on the road, and when you fall asleep, you forget your stomach, and the movie sees late at night, at most a bowl of instant noodles or a bread. He still saved some money and carefully deposited it in the bank, because he knew when he would lose his job again. In this city, although unemployment is commonplace, it is still like a sharp sword on the head of every job seeker, which can cut you at any time.

He never imagined that he would become such a thrifty person, so saving that even his girlfriend didn't dare to expect it.

Naturally, it costs money to have a girlfriend, and the thought of spending money makes him feel heartache. For a long time, he has been living a completely single life, without a girlfriend by his side, and without any female shadow in his heart. I can't help but feel a little regretful about spending my college years like a blank slate, but I don't have a lot of unnecessary memories. Today, his colleagues think he's that type of person.

Because he does reveal a little feminine flavor on his body, he has a soft personality, speaks quietly, and is introverted, without the boldness and roughness of a man, and even a little too delicate. Moreover, he was vulnerable, but he was careful to hide it, and he was a great listener. Many female friends like to talk to him and talk about their love history. He always has a gentle smile on his face and is able to listen to you patiently, but does not say much about him, he makes you feel at ease and peaceful.

Those female friends all said that he was suitable to be a psychiatrist. His heart seemed to have a solid protective wall, always appearing so calm and indifferent. Come happily and leave easily, and you have spoken to him for two hours, as if you were sitting across from him as if there was a cloud of air. Invisibly, all your grievances are dulled into nothingness.

Butterfly felt like a pastor, or was taking on some kind of responsibility as a pastor, listening to and receiving repentance. And his heart is to be as selfless and tolerant as God. The question is, is his heart that big?

He always looks at you with an innocent smile, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a blank sneer behind this innocence, and his gaze on you has already drifted far away. Butterfly kept wondering if he was listening to something?

Butterfly always admires his patience and determination, you must know that although Butterfly is also a person who is good at listening to others' complaints, but he will never accompany a person he doesn't like at all in the middle of the night, blowing a cold breeze on the overpass, drinking bitter beer, and listening to an irrelevant love story for two hours. Diving birds are such people. Although he would complain afterwards, he would say it lightly.

Later, Butterfly discovered that it is not difficult to really do this: when you put the other person completely in the absolute other, then everything that happens to him will not matter to you, and you can maintain absolute peace of mind and face those stupid stories calmly.

It's cruel, of course, but who knows if those psychologists don't use this method to protect their minds from pollution?

While the butterfly quietly observes the diving bird, the diving bird is also carefully observing the world, all the women around him. Gradually, he noticed that the shadow of a woman was like a reflection in the water, and gradually reflected in his heart. It's so vague that it's hard to even notice, because it's just a reflection that can't be touched, but you can clearly spot her presence at a glance once in a while.

In his eyes, she was like a beautiful butterfly. Her real name is Ho Wou-Ki. He has always wondered why her father would give her such a name, and she herself has revealed that her father had mentioned before leaving, what is Wuji, if you can't let go, all the pain will be Wuji, if you let go, everything will become endless again, and escape into nothingness. My father was trapped in emotions all his life, and as he grew older, his guilt became stronger and stronger, and he always said that he was sorry for her mother.

Seeing Wuji every day is the most natural thing, being able to see her every day is also the happiest thing, in his heart, he vaguely feels that as long as he can see her every day, there is nothing else.

Her seat was next to his desk, so close that she could capture all of her information clearly. Her breath, her laughter, her wink, the smell of walking through a gust of wind.

Then he found that he came to work almost every day for this feeling, and when she was away, he felt like he was missing, and he was listless all morning or afternoon until she reappeared. He didn't have the courage to say anything to her, and he knew he wouldn't do that, so he could only faithfully guard his own reverie like a priest.

Many people live by reverie.

He has always been accustomed to being alone in a kind of illusion, since adolescence, because many reveries in this world are destined to be just utopians, most people have been dreaming all their lives, but if there are no dreams, they may not even live for a minute. His first love, it's ridiculous to say, facing an empty physical object, scorching and wandering all summer, spending every day in anxiety and anxiety, but unable to find a solution at all, because the person he likes is just an illusion.

Of course, to a certain extent, illusions still have a certain object to rely on, and this object is a living person who belongs to real life, but because he knows that nothing will happen, he desperately turns this ignorance and desire to the illusory world.

His friends are gradually falling in love, and he is still alone, and they think he is a narcissist. As time went on, he also felt that he was a narcissist, how could the girls around him be worthy of him?

The diving bird has never had a girlfriend, and he does not plan to have a girlfriend, the woman of this world has become so realistic, there is no innocent love anymore, and the love of this world is nothing more than a shelf of money piled up, which requires a house, a car, expensive jewelry, and extravagant daily expenses...... All this only made him more aware of one truth: there is no love, no platonic characters, no ideal state constructed by philosophers.

The diving bird takes the same bus to work every day, about an hour, and then walks for about ten minutes to reach the unit, and the whole day is actually not busy, and it can even be said that there is nothing to do, and the magazine has changed from a monthly magazine at the beginning to a bi-monthly magazine, and then it has simply become a quarterly magazine. The reason is simple, the media world has changed from a popular to a hot potato, and journalists face walls everywhere they go out. Not only units and enterprises, but also individuals are allergic to people like reporters, and they are reluctant to have more contact, let alone say anything to them, because if the reporter knows, anything can happen.

The boss, of course, didn't want to sit still, and began to think about how to adapt to the market, or more importantly, how to get the developer to obediently transfer the money from their account to his own, which was a question he pondered day and night.

While the boss was meditating, the workflow of the entire unit basically came to a standstill, and everyone became unusually idle from the distribution to the editorial department to the front desk. Yawning came and went, and around ten o'clock, many people began to lean on the back of their chairs and take a nap. After a nap for an hour in the blink of an eye, and then it was lunch time, the originally lifeless office suddenly became active, chatting, making phone calls, and discussing what to eat at noon.