Zhuang Yousheng asked the butterfly lightly, did you sleep well last night?

Butterflies always have a small appetite for breakfast, whispering, yes. Did you draw last night?

Zhuang Yousheng replied: It's painted. Do you want to check it out?

Butterfly knew that he had been painting himself all the time, and he was going to paint a series of himself, and he had already painted a few of them, but Butterfly was not interested at all, because she was too lazy to judge. When she was a reporter back then, she didn't make a lot of comments on people, which was enough, so now she just wants to be herself, an ordinary and mediocre woman, who has nothing to learn, just to take a child. There are no flowers, and it's already very good if it's not sloppy and casual.

Most women will completely change their personalities after giving birth, as if they have changed from celestial beings to yakshas. Butterfly is still very vigilant at this point, she cares about her appearance very much, every time she wants to see Zhuang Yousheng, she will always stop in front of the mirror, although it is not what it used to be, it is not completely out of shape. Because she could feel Zhuang Yousheng's eyes when he looked at her, that faint fascination could not be concealed. Fortunately, it's just a faint infatuation.

She always shook her head and said, "No need, you can draw it yourself."

Zhuang Yousheng never forced her. Although they live under the same roof, although they have a red and beautiful marriage registration certificate, one by one pressed in a drawer, their lives are distinct, and they never take a step beyond the thunder pool. Just like a saint.

In this kind of unimaginable life for ordinary people, the two of them live very peacefully.

Once Zhuang Yousheng drove to work, the butterfly quickly finished all the housework, and then returned to his room, played with the kite for a while, slept for a while, and turned upside down.

But in this way, the time of the day flies by quickly. I don't know what year of chaos it is, and in a blink of an eye, I will be four years old.

For both reality and dreams, butterflies prefer dreams.

In the dream, she did not stop the kite, did not cry and nurse endlessly, did not have endless housework, and would not be bound like this for a long time, and the whole body and soul felt extremely tired.

In her dreams, she didn't have to face Zhuang Yousheng. Although she didn't dislike him, she couldn't talk about love either.

They don't have to live together in such a strange way, they eat with him every day, take a walk, chat, stuff their heads with a list of items, and then run to the store with him to buy all kinds of things, stuff the car, go home, and tidy up. ……

In short, in the dream, there is nothing that annoys the butterfly.

In her dreams, she was just an elf. A free-spirited elf. In the dream, she is a real butterfly.

She can stand on the top of a black hole, or she can jump down as she wants, not afraid of what kind of abyss is below, she can glide like a bird, fall from high to low, and then turn over and rush straight to the sky, that feeling has to be said in one word - cool.

Her favorite scene is to float down to some stranger's window and see what the people inside are doing.

In fact, people have a certain kind of curiosity that cannot be suppressed. Butterfly considers herself to be the kind of person who has such a curiosity.

In the past, when she lived alone, she would often stand on the balcony and look at the scenery at night when she had insomnia or was particularly excited.

There is no scenery in the city, and the so-called scenery is the scene of other people's lives.

The family on the first floor on the opposite side always likes to have a big dinner on the weekend, and the whole family gathers together for a meal. When butterflies notice this phenomenon, they can't help but observe them.

Every weekend, the old man of the family is very busy, and he starts preparing and planning dinner for the day early in the morning. At this time, the butterfly usually hasn't gotten up yet, not because it's too late.

The living clock of the elderly generally starts from the moment the day is not dawn.

And many young people's day may have just ended by then.

After a few visits, the butterfly was able to distinguish his characteristic rough and slightly hoarse voice, because most of the people in the neighborhood knew him and would ask him: Hey, what are you going to cook today?

He usually happily tells you how many vegetable farms he visited this morning, where he bought the fish, where he bought the chickens, and how much he spent on the vegetables.

The butterfly would soon be woken up by him, half-awake listening to the conversation that seemed unusually distant through a window. Sometimes in this half-awake state, the butterfly is even in the quilt, thinking in a daze: Well, I haven't eaten chicken for a long time, how about I go to eat white chopped chicken today?

There was also an old man who liked to grow flowers, and the public garden downstairs had become his private yard since some time. He plucked all the plants and plants he had planted on the property and transplanted them with the ones he had bought from the bird and flower market.

Before you know it, the dense bushes are full of plants. Throughout the year, this small yard blooms unevenly, but it is also quite lively.

Butterflies will look down from the upper floors for a while, watch people chat, watch old men plant flowers. Once the old man cursed alone for a long time, because the night before yesterday a thief had stolen the flowers he had planted. For this reason, he was heartbroken and unhappy for a long time.

However, such a blatant observation of others can only be viewed from a limited perspective. For the privacy of each family, when I think about it, I feel my heart pounding.

The feeling of heartbeat is like the moment when a butterfly went to school for the first time when she was a child, standing at the door of a strange house, waiting to open the door and enter.

She was excited and nervous.

The world in that gate was so wonderful to her that it must have been full of all kinds of interesting things.

These interesting things include: How do other people's families eat? Sleeping? Living? How does the family get along? Even the furniture in people's homes is particularly interesting, and what is placed in it is where the curiosity of butterflies lies.

She still remembers that once when she went to Liao Yingchen's house, she generously wanted to give a small bag to Butterfly, because Butterfly was very envious of other girls who had such a small bag and could hold some of their favorite items.

But Dad never wanted to buy one for himself, and Dad even hated all of her girl's preferences and feminine features.

Of course, except for these female characteristics, he can't change against the sky, and the rest that can be changed, he tries to strangle it in the cradle.

For example, girls like to have long hair, so he cut her long hair, and cut it very short, short like a hairy boy. To vent her resentment, Butterfly cut the doll's hair as well, cutting it to a half-bald head.

But the sad thing is that no matter how my father cuts the butterfly's hair, the butterfly is still as beautiful as ever, and walking on the road attracts many people's eyes and admiration. But the poor doll really became ugly.