In the middle of the night, rain fell outside the window. Although the butterfly felt very tired, but a little insomnia, she just went into the bedroom to look at the kite, the little one had already slept soundly. The child fell asleep as soon as he dipped his pillow, and he was tired from playing all day, and he sniffed a few times when he first got into the quilt, but soon there was no movement.

The kite sleeps so heavily that even if you talk loudly next to him, he will not be aware of it. He has been like this since he was a child, as long as he falls asleep, he basically won't wake up. So at that time, Zhuang Yousheng always said: Wuji, you are also a good fortune, and the kite is so easy to raise.

The butterfly also listened to it and didn't believe it, and said, "Is it? Isn't that the case with other children?

Zhuang Yousheng shook his head and said: Of course not, it was very difficult for me to take it when I was a child, my mother said that I needed someone to hold me all night, and she left the root of the disease with one arm in order to hug me, and then I kept shouting that it hurt, no matter how I look at it, I can't see it well.

Looking back now, I really didn't toss myself much. He usually wakes up once at night, cries for a while to drink milk, and can basically sleep until dawn after feeding.

When he was older, he couldn't sleep in his crib, so he moved to the bed and slept with him, sleeping on one side by himself, and his little body occupying the other. In order to prevent him from moving around and falling out of bed, Zhuang Yousheng and himself worked together to push the bed against the wall, so that he could block him when he slept outside. Sometimes when I wake up, I will see that the kite is looking at him curiously with a pair of longan-like eyes, but he does not scream or make trouble, he gnaws his fingers and gnaws very fragrantly.

The room seemed to be much empty, and Butterfly simply moved the dresser to the window to serve as a desk. Then put the laptop and books there. Sometimes when I go back to my room at night, I can read a book in front of the window and accompany the kite.

Butterflies prefer to sit by the window wherever they sit. During the day, when I work in the restaurant downstairs, I also sit in the same position by the window, which overlooks the garden. At night, when I go back to my room, I sit like this, and I can look up slightly to look down on everything downstairs. Occasionally, Zhuang Yousheng will be seen teasing fish there.

It's also a habit to eat out, and no matter how good the position is, it's also a window to sit. If you really don't have a window, pick one that is close to the hallway. Zhuang Yousheng is also curious, why does she like such a seat?

There is no why, it's just a quirk, and everyone has some quirks to a greater or lesser extent.

Over time, Zhuang Yousheng was also accustomed to it, and when he arrived at a place where he didn't need butterflies to look for him, he had already taken aim at the seat and pulled the butterfly diameter over.

Butterfly thought: Zhuang Yousheng is really a careful and considerate man, he doesn't need to say much about everything, he will secretly observe, silently remember it in his heart, and then all aspects can be considered carefully and meticulously. He's a very delicate man, but alas—

Thinking of Zhuang Yousheng, who was still lying on the sickbed and fell silent, the butterfly was gloomy for a while. A few days ago, she received a call from Zhuang Youyu, and he said the bad news that the doctor said that his brain was severely damaged and that he might never wake up. He told her not to be sad, and also said some strange things, what to say, he is still young, and he still has a child to raise, so he doesn't have to embarrass himself, life always has to pass, if there is a good choice, don't give up because Zhuang Yousheng is alive, and so on.

The butterfly was inexplicably confused and confused.

She didn't think about it on the phone at the time, but tonight she suddenly found out about it again, sat alone under the lamp, and chewed slowly. After thinking about it, I felt that these words were a bit off-string, but I didn't explain it, and it seemed to be a bit of a remarriage.

At the end of the year, she received several more bills from them, but recently she didn't even have them.

Butterfly still wondered in her heart, what the hell is going on?

On that phone call, Butterfly asked about the bill, and Zhuang Youyu said vaguely, the money is there, and you don't need to remit it to us again.

The butterfly is full of questions: what does it mean to have it? Where's it?

But at that time, the phone was in a hurry, and Zhuang Youyu didn't seem to want to say anything more about this matter, and when other things were pulled, the butterfly was also forgotten. After thinking about it today, I feel that things are indeed a little strange.

Her heart sank: Will Zhuang Yousheng never wake up?

Outside of the gloom, a burst of heartache suddenly swelled up, and Wu threw himself into tears. When my father died, although I was also in pain, I was not so uncomfortable because I had prepared for it, but now when I think of Zhuang Yousheng leaving me forever, I feel like someone is cutting out my heart with a knife.

The bits and pieces of these years are clearly visible, and I deeply feel that if it were not for his care and love, I really don't know what this life will become?

And Zhuang Yousheng's wordless dedication, he has nothing to repay. Now all I have left to feel is indebtedness, guilt, and unspeakable regret and remorse.

Suddenly remembered the night of the accident, in the sunset garden, when he hugged himself and kissed himself, he attached to his ear and proposed to himself for the first time: Come and sleep in my room tonight. At that time, I was so entangled and complicated, and there were even some nasty emotions mixed in it.

And all these years, he has been wandering at the door of his room, silently guarding and waiting for the moment when he lets go of his knot.

That's six years.

But he waited for nothing.

The butterfly fell on the table and wept bitterly.

Will there be such a man in this world who treats himself like this?

Living until now, butterflies can't help but recall the first half of their lives, the men they have met, whether they are destined or not, looking back, whether it is Fan Fan or later diving birds, they have no regrets when they leave Butterfly, and it can even be said that they have a clear conscience. But Zhuang Yousheng was the only one who made her feel indebted and unavoidable.

She suddenly understood that Zhuang Yousheng was the only man she was waiting for in this life, he was exquisite, quiet, and knew himself, all of this was actually his own blessing, but he didn't know how to cherish it.

On this rainy spring night, pedestrians on the road rushed home lonely, looking forward to the reunion with their families, and the butterfly thought desolately: The people I was waiting for have already left, what am I waiting for? ……