Butterfly replied lightly: Really?

But she knew in her heart that his brother was not very fond of butterflies, and they had been in contact a few times, whether they liked it or not, and that feeling was obvious. The two families had eaten together a few times, sometimes at his brother's house, sometimes in a restaurant, but in many cases, the atmosphere at the table was cold and even a little restrained.

Butterflies don't like to talk, she doesn't like this kind of scene, it's just a makeshift against her will, because since she is going to marry him, certain etiquette must always be in place. Butterflies come by force, and naturally they are not very active. My sister-in-law is a strong woman, and she is a standalone figure both inside and outside the house, and she is used to being held by others, so how can she have any reason to hold butterflies in reverse.

Once it came down, it froze the scene. His brother also sensed that the butterfly was a strange person, and he was not easy-going. Originally, it was suggested that he buy another car and let Butterfly learn a driver's license, but Butterfly vetoed it on the spot, saying that he was unwilling. didn't say anything, just rejected it straightforwardly, which embarrassed everyone. Since then, their interactions have been scarce. Each leads an unrelated life.

The butterfly refuted their face as an elder brother and sister-in-law, which was naturally not happy, but it was not easy to attack. Zhuang Yousheng doesn't care, he knows that butterflies don't want to learn to drive, and if they don't learn, they won't learn, it's no big deal.

However, his brother is also an understanding person and does not interfere in his younger brother's affairs, so naturally, Zhuang Yousheng will not listen to his brother's advice.

Butterfly thinks that eating is just a polite remark, and everyone keeps a distance from each other and maintains a peaceful relationship, which is where the intention lies.

The butterfly suddenly resented, and felt that this step was boring, so she said coldly: Yousheng, go back, it's time to wake up.

Soon the butterfly's life returned to peace. She occasionally asks Zhuang Yousheng about Mo Lin's case, what news and progress does lawyer Yan have?

Zhuang Yousheng said that it is not very clear, they have submitted the case to the court, but the court has not yet opened a formal trial, but time is running out, and the police also hope to know something more from Merlin.

But the problem is that Merlin never took a stand.

Merlin was always silent in the detention center, always facing the corner of the wall in a daze, and the people inside said that he was crazy.

It looks like crazy, but not completely crazy, because everything is normal in his way of speaking and behaving, and he confesses to his crimes every time he is interrogated, but he refuses to say anything else. His eyes looked very blank, and there was unspeakable fear, no one knew what he was worried about.

Perhaps, he had felt death, some kind of oppressive cloud of death, and his whole being was on the verge of despair and collapse, and all hope and longing were lost.

His eyes were full of horror at death.

In addition to fear, it is the extreme emptiness, the kind of emptiness that has seen through the world and his own life, and he feels that life or death is meaningless. Every day that goes on like this is nothing but an ordeal.

Lawyer Yan said that if this situation continues, it will be difficult to do things, and there is nothing he can do.

In this case, everyone is just a bystander, without any emotion. Even if the verdict comes out tomorrow and a death sentence is sentenced, there will be no emotional ups and downs. Isn't this the ending of a process that we are waiting for, and this ending is expected, an ending without suspense at all, calm and objective, objective and calm.

The only real pain was Liao Yingchen, she seemed to be able to feel his despair, the kind of despair that came from a little bit of suppression, the breath of imminent death, which made people tremble and tremble in their consciousness, but they had to face it soberly.

What is it like to know death but wait for it?

No one can understand, and those who have not experienced it, will never be able to understand.

Liao Yingchen spent almost all of her time on Merlin's case, but there was no progress at all, and she didn't even understand why Merlin didn't want to say more, he looked at his eyes, although it was empty, but she could still feel the last little bit of warmth.

He was desperate, not entirely because of his death, but because of himself. He closed his mouth tightly and closed himself, not because of anything, but because of himself. He wanted to go through the journey alone.

After Liao Yingchen suddenly understood, he ruthlessly left a sentence: If you die like this, believe me, I won't live anymore. You know me.

At that moment, a trace of anxiety flashed in Merlin's eyes. The next day, Mr. Yan said that Mr. Merlin was willing to cooperate with the police.

On this day, butterflies, as usual, were busy online throughout the day. Although there is no progress in her novels, she still enjoys it, and writing or publishing it is just her personal pleasure. She has basically finished sorting out the autobiographies left by her father, and after compiling and sorting them out, Butterfly pondered that she should continue to write, but what to write remains to be conceived.

In the afternoon, she was immersed in ideas. Suddenly walking around the room, suddenly reading a book on the sofa, suddenly closing his eyes and recuperating, at half past two, Zhuang Yousheng suddenly came to the phone, and said in a gloomy tone on the phone: Today, Lawyer Yan called and said that Mo Lin died.

The butterfly was shocked.

Zhuang Yousheng continued: It was in the early hours of this morning, and the police said that he died of a sudden illness.

After listening to the phone, Butterfly was in a trance, she sat there stunned for a long time, and her heart was beating nonstop.

This is not the first time in a butterfly's life that she has been exposed to death.

Or did her mother leave her life when she was young, and she didn't know at all, or rather, realized that there was such a person in the world, and although she gave birth to her, she soon had nothing to do with her. Naturally, there is no element of pain in this parting. The only person who was in pain was probably my grandmother, who would often pull out pictures of her and cry sadly alone. She had seen the person in the photo, but she didn't feel anything, and even wondered why the person in the photo was her mother. What kind of person is she? Because of ignorance, there are no concepts and feelings.

Later, when her grandmother died, she just wondered why there were so many monks singing at home, and her grandmother, who was sitting in the hall, suddenly became a gloomy photo, and she wondered for a long time, where did her grandmother go?