He smiled slightly, wasn't that the most appropriate excuse for him to go to her?

The party was full of celebrities and had her own introductions, in which Butterfly could meet a lot of the people she needed. Of course, these are not my concerns, I can just take the opportunity to contact butterflies again.

Zhuang Yousheng made this call because of this. But he clearly noticed that there was something strange on the butterfly's side, and his speech was a little slurred, and he was not at all as quick and agile as usual. And he heard her scream, as if something was wrong.

Then the phone hung up. Suddenly his heart was not at peace.

Sick? Yes, she said she was sick. It seems that the illness is not light, and there is no one to take care of it at home, so it is not a joke to be sick at home alone. If someone had taken care of it, there should not have been such a situation, and I would have gone to the hospital a long time ago, and it is really unreassuring to be at home alone.

Zhuang Yousheng tossed and turned in the study. Thinking, what should I do? Wouldn't it be nice to venture there? She and she weren't familiar enough to that extent, what would she think? But if she doesn't go, what has become of her illness, and what if something happens?

Thinking about it, I felt that I should go and take a look, although it was a little abrupt, but this matter was urgent, and sometimes I couldn't scruple so much. Besides, he is also a friend of hers, thinking of this, he put on a coat, took the car keys and went straight to Butterfly's house.

The last time I came, it didn't take much trouble along the way, but I was a little anxious, thinking about seeing butterflies, and I actually became very excited and eager.

As he drove, he silently thought, "Don't happen to you, I'll be there soon!"

When he got downstairs, he knew that Butterfly lived on the third floor, because he had watched her go upstairs last time. But which house on the third floor? He glanced at the door, and according to his judgment of the butterfly, it should be the cleanest house in that door.

He knocked on the door, but no one listened. He knocked harder, but no one heeded. He was a little anxious, thinking, don't faint.

Knocking again, the door next door opened, and a head sticked out from the crack in the door, a middle-aged man with a little bald hair, glanced at him and asked him, "Who are you looking for?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng was a little embarrassed and said, "Is there a girl living here?" A tall, fair girl? ”

The middle-aged man looked at him twice, and then said, "There's a girl who seems to live alone." Maybe there's no one at home, right? ”

Zhuang Yousheng smiled dryly and said, "Okay, I'll call her first." ”

The man looked at him mysteriously and said, "There is almost no one in her house, who are you?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng didn't want to deal with it anymore, and said reluctantly: "A friend." ”

After all, when Butterfly answered the phone, he was a little anxious, and said word for word: "You come out to open the door, if you can't open the door, I will ask someone to open the door." ”

The butterfly found her clothes, trembled and got out of bed, feeling that she was trembling all over, and struggled to the door, barely opened the door, and saw Zhuang Yousheng really standing outside the door, maintaining his usual cold expression. To be honest, butterflies don't want to see this face the most.

At this moment, I heard the door of the house next door slamming shut. Zhuang Yousheng entered the room with a brisk walk.

Before he could speak, the butterfly already felt unbearable, the sky was spinning, and there was a black burst in front of him, and he fell straight back with a "oh yo" sound. Zhuang Yousheng's eyes were quick, he held her up, she had fallen softly on his arm, Zhuang Yousheng picked up the butterfly, he didn't even have time to take off his shoes, rushed directly into the room, put her on the bed, and felt that the air she exhaled was hot and hot, and her body was also hot, and she was still trembling. My forehead was sticky, and I didn't know if it was sweat or what. It looks indescribably haggard.

Zhuang Yousheng covered the quilt for her, and the room was filled with an indescribable strange smell.

Is this all sick? If I don't go to the hospital again, I'm afraid I'm going to burn out.

Zhuang Yousheng sat at the head of the bed and looked at her for a while, thinking that he had to go to the hospital.

He held the soft butterfly, found clothes for her to put on one by one on the scattered bed, and saw that she was still shaking, so he opened the wardrobe again, found a down jacket in it, and wrapped her. Then he picked her up and hurried downstairs.

When the butterfly woke up again, she saw Zhuang Yousheng standing by the window, looking at the street scene outside, and her back was a little silent, which reminded her that he was originally an arrogant and indifferent person.

The butterfly turned her head to look, and it turned out that she was already in the hospital bed, and the corridor was full of patients hanging needles. Butterfly knew in her heart that Zhuang Yousheng must have sent her to the hospital, and at this time she felt much better, at least she was no longer drowsy.

She couldn't help but be very grateful, it turned out that this man actually had such a side, but she didn't expect it.

She opened her eyes and looked straight at the drops in the hanging potion bottle, and suddenly recalled the previous dream in her mind, and she couldn't remember what she dreamed in it, but she vaguely remembered that she saw her father, and what kind of flowers there were, and the courtyard was very nostalgic for her.

She thought: I really haven't dreamed of my father for a long time, and since my father passed away, it seems that she rarely enters her dreams. It's just that what did Dad say to himself in the dream? But no matter how she recalled, the memories were fragmented and difficult to piece together in their entirety.

But it was the garden that made her think about it over and over again, and she vaguely remembered the scenery in the garden, the small and delicate pavilions, the clear and winding pool, the quiet gravel path behind the rockery, and the elegant and quiet atmosphere, which she liked.

She thought to herself: If people can stay in such a garden for the rest of their lives, it will be really pleasant. Reading books, enjoying flowers, sparse rain and wet at dusk, snow falling from the back window and smoke straight away. Living the leisurely life of the ancients is really not in vain.

It's just that people nowadays live in public communities, and how can there be a blessing to live alone in such a garden.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but sigh.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly turned his head and saw that the butterfly was staring at the medicine bottle with his eyes open, a little demented, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhuang Yousheng walked over and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Butterfly came back to her senses, looked at him, and said, "Hmm." Much better, and that's really thanks to you, and you brought me to the hospital. ”

Zhuang Yousheng sat down on the edge of the hospital bed, looked at the butterfly, and said, "It's nothing, you burned too much." There is no one else at home. As anyone would do it. ”

Butterfly said softly, "Still, thank you." After all, we don't know each other very well, but you accompany me like this for a long time. I really don't know how to thank you. ”

Zhuang Yousheng said: "No thanks, this is my choice. ”