What kind of woman is this?

The diving bird felt deeply that he might not be able to see the woman in front of him clearly for the rest of his life. Has she changed? There seems to be some changes, but it's not very obvious, it's still the one in my memory, the appearance in love, the smile is clear and hazy, sometimes cold like Qiu Ju, sometimes passionate like a blooming rose, when she loves you, she feels like she can melt your whole world, even if it's a frozen world, you can't help but open a crack for her, let her scorching fire burn herself, even hell. But if she doesn't want to pay attention to you, she will always be the cloud between the ten thousand ravines, floating in the realm that belongs to her.

When I met her, I was poor and destitute, penniless, and I didn't even have a decent place to live in this magic capital. Finally, I worked hard and struggled to finally win my current identity and status, in this cold and cruel city, no longer a stray dog floating around, but a real winner. But this time, I turned around and found that the Si people had left and married a woman.

Not only do you have to ask, what is the reason for this? I have worked hard all these years, won my life, and achieved my career, but now I really lost to this man called Yousheng. What kind of character is he? Can butterflies be so affectionate and affectionate? And she did have a child with her, but she didn't seem to have such a thing at all?

The diving bird suddenly felt that this was the biggest sarcasm and mockery of fate to him so far, and a deep blow made him feel cold and powerless. He didn't know what he was going to do next. The facts have been laid out in front of you, and all the speculation and obsession have seen the end, so how should you bear it?

He held back himself and didn't think about this man named Zhuang Yousheng, but the spreading curiosity in his heart still drove the name of this man to float in his mind again and again, flashing in front of his eyes: Zhuang Yousheng, Zhuang Yousheng,......

The diving bird can't help but ask: What kind of person is your husband? Don't mind, I'm just curious to know......

Although he regretted asking the question, he still pricked up his ears and waited nervously and expectantly for the butterfly's answer.

The butterfly is drinking a bowl of coconut water sago, dinner has basically come to an end, the kite has already eaten and drunk, sitting there and looking around, the smile is a little demented because of too much contentment, and his eyes are still a little blurry, maybe at this time of the day, he should be ready to wash up and go to bed, and after going to bed, he will look forward to his mother sitting next to him and reading him a chapter of the story. Bedtime stories.

This is what Butterfly does every night, and she likes to read to him herself, but she never reads simple children's books, she only reads to the kite the books she usually reads. Very esoteric kind of prose, essays, and novels. There is a novel called "For Whom the Bell Tolls", and I read it for a whole year.

She never understood what she was reading, what those sentences meant. When he was a child, he would ask what butterflies meant. But Butterfly didn't want to explain, and annoyed him to interrupt, saying, "You just have to listen." You'll read these stories yourself again one day, and you'll understand what you're writing about.

After that, the kite stopped asking. He enjoyed this moment of the day, snuggling up in his mother's warm and soft arms, smelling the faint fragrance of his mother's body, listening to her reciting words in a low voice, this was his whole world. He would fall asleep in this tone and drift to another world of beautiful dreams.

For the kite, he enjoyed the soft sound, not the story itself. For butterflies, reading is like reading to themselves, not to kites.

However, today it is clear that the routine is going to be broken, and the two of them are still guests at the house of a man called "Daddy". Mother didn't say he was leaving, and he didn't dare to move, though he was already a little impatient, and a wave of drowsiness began to hit his head, and he sat there like a dementia.

A small hand stirred the bowl of soup with various crystal particles in front of him, and occasionally remembered, he reached out to his mouth and took a sip, well, with a little mint flavor, which is my mother's favorite taste. However, the coconut taste is not very fond of it. He barely sucked, knowing that he couldn't leave any food left, which was his mother's rule.

Butterflies elegantly drink coconut sago with a hint of mint flavor. Hearing that the diving bird suddenly asked Zhuang Yousheng, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: Oh, Yousheng, he is a teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. Actually, he was a painter. He is a national painter. In his early years, he studied and painted in the United States, and only returned to China in recent years. He was married, and then his ex-wife broke up with him in the United States, and I don't know why they broke up. There are no children between them, but Yousheng is really good to Zhiji, loves him very much, and teaches him to draw every day, which I, I am really grateful to him. To be honest, our life together is actually very dull, he goes to school every day, and sometimes he has to participate in some art exhibitions, I, I am an idle housewife who stays at home to watch the children, after getting married, I don't go to work again, because after all, the kite has to be brought by someone, and neither of us has any family, he has an older brother but has little contact. So it's been all these years. That's basically how my life is.

The diving bird was surprised, and even more unhappy, if it was a younger and more talented guy than him, it would be okay, this living man was still a married man, it was like pouring a basin of ice water on his head, and it was cool and cool.

His voice was a little unnatural, and he said, "He, he's married?"

Butterfly disagreed, and said, "Yes, he was married, but that's nothing."