Butterfly sneered and said, "You should have called me, didn't you stain your new sofa?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng didn't even glance at the sofa, reached out and pulled the blanket, and took it to the bedroom. When he came out, he took out a picture scroll and put it on the ground to show the butterfly, which is a picture of a modern lady, painted with half a life, mottled with light and shadow, low tones, and a hazy bottle of begonias quietly has a figure.

The butterfly looked at it, it was indeed a bit like herself, but it couldn't be regarded as very similar, looking at this painting, it seemed that she was looking at another person's painting, but the painting is a painting after all, not a photo, and the person in the painting is rearranged by the painter in his heart, and the combined appearance is somewhat with the painter's own conjecture.

For example, how do you look at a sad mood in this painting, the butterfly is surprised, do I look so sad?

The butterfly thought to herself: it turns out that this is the level. I thought what kind of national color and heavenly fragrance could be painted, shocking ghosts and gods.

However, his face could not reveal the true thoughts in his heart, and he couldn't help but praise that the painting was good.

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the painting with a serious expression, then silently rolled up the painting, put it into a tube, handed it to the butterfly and said, "The painting is not good." ”

Butterfly said, "The people you draw are better than me." ”

"Really?"

"Really, it's time for me to go."

"I'll send you."

"No need, I'll go back myself." The butterfly carried the painting under her armpit, grabbed the bag on the sofa, and prepared to go out.

He said indifferently: "There is no car to sit on here." ”

The butterfly was silent when she heard it.

Zhuang Yousheng wanted to ask Butterfly to come to the studio because his paintings lacked some final touches.

Since the last time he met with the butterfly, Zhuang Yousheng has started painting, intermittently, in fact, it has lasted for several months, not that he is lazy, but there are many things, work things, house things, and things on the side of the auction house, always all kinds of things come together in one place where he is busy every day.

Basically, every night to the early hours of the morning, when his mind is most awake and focused, he stays in the studio, drawing a few strokes with the memory of those fragments in his impression. However, I was not very satisfied, and I redrew it many times.

It wasn't until last month that I roughly moved my home, and everything was piled up in a mess, and I didn't have time to unpack and organize them one by one, so I was in a hurry to set up the studio before I was relatively concentrated.

Every day when I got home, I would come to the studio as soon as I was empty, and I would stand in front of the scroll and look at it for a long time, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked it, so I simply started painting two paintings.

Thinking, one pair was given to her, and the other pair was kept for herself. It was hidden in his study. Anyway, I don't usually come to guests, and the study is in the bedroom on the second floor, so no one usually enters here.

He was going to hang it on the wall of his study. You can see it from time to time. In his heart, it was also a pleasure to be able to see it like this.

When he came out of the studio just now, he found that the butterfly head was crooked on the sofa and actually fell asleep. He was stunned.

He stood there and looked at her for a long time, thinking about whether to call her, but seeing that she was sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake up, and went to the bedroom to get a blanket and cover her, thinking if she would wake up suddenly, but she didn't move, and her snort was calm.

Suddenly, her heart moved, so she quickly turned around and went to the studio, and simply moved out with the easel and the scroll, and on the afternoon when she was asleep, Zhuang Yousheng watched the butterfly in her sleep finish the painting.

After finishing the painting, he suddenly walked up to her, knelt on the ground, and looked at her face carefully, he wanted to reach out and touch it several times, but each time he held back, he was afraid that if she suddenly opened her eyes and saw her like this, she would be frightened.

But at that moment, he suddenly understood that he was no longer just thinking and worrying about this woman.

The butterfly didn't know that when she was tearfully facing the distant back in her dream, Zhuang Yousheng was looking at her infatuated for a long time.

He was very tormented in his heart, and suddenly felt that his love for this woman had reached the point where he could not control himself, this feeling had not been felt for many, many years, he had always thought that his heart had long been like ashes, that he had long been in that pool of stagnant water, and that there would be no ripples.

I never thought that in less than a year after returning to China, there was such a woman who came into his life, and the long shadow was deeply reflected in his heart, and he couldn't erase it if he wanted to, and he couldn't resist it if he wanted to.

He lived like an ascetic every day, waiting for the shadow to throw a smile at him, and this extravagance tormented his self-esteem and pride every day.

This kind of feeling is like a tidal wave whistling from afar, although it is not yet submerged, but the rush and turbulence are not determined by will, and sometimes the more you want to fight, the deeper you may fall.

He buried his head in his hands and when he raised his slightly reddened eyes again, he just wanted to hold her and kiss her desperately.

Suddenly, he stood up, staggered out into the courtyard, looked up at the sky, and sighed long, and then stayed in the garden and did not come in. Until the butterfly wakes up.

This afternoon, he has been in a tangled mood, he knows that he can't love this woman, because she won't belong to him, but he really can't let go. He knew he couldn't walk through that door, and he was afraid that he would lose control of his emotions and do terrible things.

He didn't want to hurt her.

He just stood there, his fists clenched. It was only when it was almost dusk that he heard the butterfly wake up and make a noise, and he turned around, looked at her calmly, and then walked into the door. When the butterfly reached for a haircut, he turned his head as best he could, and without looking, he reached for the blanket and turned to the bedroom.

At the end of the year, Gao Ruohan was actually getting married. It is also strange to say that two men and women who have been married want to have a vigorous wedding again, which seems a little incredible.

Perhaps, for them, it is like being reborn, and maybe this is the beginning of a truly meaningful love in their lives.

If people want to dwell on the past, how can they appreciate the moving places of the next stop in life?

Although it was a little unreasonable in the eyes of others, her colleagues, relatives and friends all looked at it with a look of surprise, and even the butterfly felt a little like this when she received the post.

But Gao Ruohan's unusual woman is here, she has never cared about other people's opinions.

When she wanted to speculate in stocks, she resolutely started to speculate in stocks, although she later lost money and left the market miserably, He Yuran has been laughing at her for this, but she doesn't really care about it. Money can't really ruin you, sometimes it's you who ruin you.