The butterfly plucked up her courage and said word by word: I have been thinking about it for a long time, this child, I want it.

Zhuang Yousheng drank a sip of water, obviously overeaten just now, right now, he choked a little, and then thought about it and said: Why? Are you at odds? He doesn't want to marry you? ……

The butterfly felt that her eyes were moist, and the tears swirled a few times in them, and she swallowed it, and the inexplicable sadness in her heart made her tremble for a while, and that kind of sadness had been devouring her soul, extinguishing her arrogance and backbone.

She struggled and spat out a sentence for a long time: his mother doesn't like me. I don't want to force it.

That day, Butterfly and Zhuang Yousheng sat in the restaurant all afternoon, Zhuang Yousheng patiently interrogated Butterfly, Butterfly was full of heart and nowhere to tell, and he couldn't help his follow-up, basically knowing everything and saying everything.

After saying that, Butterfly felt very relaxed, as if she had experienced a pleasant psychological consultation.

She kind of understood why some people do need counseling, even if they are only open to a stranger, and the listener, in fact, does not do anything, but just listen to you without emotion and voice, which is really important.

People always need a place to vent. Anyone's feelings, even if you are the best at hiding and self-control, your feelings always need an outlet to release. The longer the backlog, the more fragile it becomes.

During the whole process, Zhuang Yousheng didn't say a word, basically kept calm and silent, like a thousand-year-old pine, sitting there upright. His expression was unfathomable, but it felt like a broad and profound that could encompass everything.

Therefore, the butterflies chattered, there is no taboo at all, there is nothing to taboo, after eating this meal, from now on the main road thoroughfare, each going one way.

After eating, Butterfly looked at her phone, it was time to leave, she smiled miserably and said: Thank you, I'm going back, I'm tired.

Zhuang Yousheng stood up, took the mobile phone, and then said: I'll send you.

Butterfly wants to say, no, but looking at his appearance, it is useless to say it, so he simply won't say it, anyway, he drives, it's okay to send it, he has long been in good spirits, sleepy, and I'm afraid that I can fall asleep while sitting on the subway. Now that I have a child, I feel very different from the past, and I am really tired after sitting like this for a long time.

On the elevated Zhuang Yousheng drove in silence, he generally didn't like to talk, didn't talk, didn't listen to music, and even drove seriously.

It is also in line with the character of a butterfly, and you can close your eyes and recuperate. Just closed her eyes and was about to take a nap, when she suddenly remembered that she had moved, and she hadn't said anything about it, Zhuang Yousheng must have gone directly to the original place. If you don't think about it, you say, "I'm moving now." Didn't live there. You're going to go the other way.

Zhuang Yousheng was a little surprised, oh for a moment, and said: Why did you move suddenly? Where to stay?

Butterfly understood at this moment that she had moved to avoid everyone, but now, it seemed a little inappropriate to let Zhuang Yousheng know her new residence, but she had already gotten into someone's car, and it was a little late. Hesitantly said the address, and the reason why he moved was hidden.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled brightly.

Zhuang Yousheng had a lot of doubts in his heart at this time. He was driving as he carefully cleared his mind. He glanced at the butterfly, she fell asleep by the car window, yes, he could see that she was very sleepy, when she sat in front of her before, she looked like she was beating her spirits, always yawning when he was not paying attention, her eyes were full of water, and it was very pitiful to look at.

Pity is pity, Zhuang Yousheng didn't understand why a woman would make such a decision.

He has been adrift for half his life and has seen all over the world, but he still can't read a woman's heart.

There was only one woman in his life, that is, his ex-wife, but at that time they were young, arrogant, solipsistic, and did not know how to cherish and understand, so once they encountered setbacks, they quickly chose to blame and blame each other, and they didn't have time to think about what was right and wrong, so they hurriedly chose to flee.

In retrospect, a lot of regrets and expectations were drowned in the daily hesitation and resentment, and then it became a long and distant helplessness and loss, just like the nightmares scattered in that place, and it was impossible to find the pieces that could be pieced together.

Understood, but people are old.

There is indeed a strange feeling for Butterfly Zhuang Yousheng, the moment this feeling is stationed in his heart, it begins to guide him, he knows that he likes this woman, what he likes is a little unusual, and even that kind of desire far exceeds the previous love for his ex-wife.

After all, the ex-wife is the marriage agreed upon by the parents of both parties, and everything is done according to the rules, although each other is also playing from childhood sweethearts to adulthood, but not a pair of people who have no guesses will definitely have love. Their love, to be honest, only came at the moment of the cave room.

In Zhuang Yousheng's eyes, she was originally a playmate of his childhood, a companion who laughed and played together after being tired of reading and painting, just like the stone in the garden, there is a centipede hole under the stone, and the swamp in the pond, the little swallow that will fly to the window at dusk, and it is also the rain in autumn, the thunder in summer, the snow in winter, and the smoke in spring. It's everything, but it's not the figure I love in my heart.

On the day of the cave room, he looked at his shy wife, he was at a loss, speechless, and didn't know what to do. He still remembered that the two of them sat there for a long time, one by one. The lights are dim, and it is very flirtatious. But my heart and soul flickered, and I was very confused.

After all, he is a young man who does not know feelings, although he has impulses, but when he is faced with a girl who is as pure as water, all the impulsiveness and ignorance have turned into youthful reserve and timidity.

He couldn't remember how he trembled his hands, rusty and so recklessly peeled off the hazy beauty of his wife, like a sacrifice for the first time in the temple, with admiration and piety but irrepressible arrogance, his behavior was inevitably a little rough, but the sincerity was still visible.

He thought that he loved a woman deeply.

This kind of attachment once made me very complacent, proud, and felt that I was growing into a man of flesh and blood, who wanted to protect a woman for the rest of his life, and was very confident that I would be able to do it.

He even dislikes or despises those men and women who are in a state of divorce, why can't he overcome this little difficulty? Apparently they are not true love.

Although the growth ceremony of marriage is too simple and general, it is a one-way voyage that can never be turned back after stepping into it.