It's been more than ten years since my father died, and I haven't been to the grave for a long time. In the past few years, I have been busy taking care of the kite, and I can't take care of my father.

has been persuaded by butterflies many times, and now Zhuang Yousheng no longer stays up late, but still maintains the habit of getting up very early every morning. After breakfast, I like to go to the fish pond to feed the fish once.

The butterfly didn't get up as early as him, and Zhuang Yousheng basically made breakfast every day. He prefers pancakes, he does have first-class craftsmanship when making pancakes, both sides are crispy and fragrant, just right for the heat, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, very delicious.

Zhuang Yousheng said that he had been making this pancake for dozens of years.

Not only did the butterfly think it was delicious, but the kite also liked it, so the butterfly teased and said: Your pancake skills can go to open a pancake shop and keep the fire. No one knows that a great painter actually has a hand in pancake craftsmanship.

Zhuang Yousheng said: In this life, I only make it for you, not for others.

Zhuang Yousheng walked while looking at the surrounding houses. The house that looked bright and like a fairy tale back then is inevitably a little faded under the erosion of time. The butterfly walks quietly beside her, with a well-proportioned step and a beautiful posture. The butterfly has a pair of straight legs, and walks like a model walking down the runway, maintaining a straight line. Walking side by side with her, he would unconsciously pay attention to her steps. Some women walk on the outside or inside, but butterflies always keep their toes straight. How to say, she is like a cat that walks gently.

If you want to say what you like about butterflies, you can't say clearly, maybe you prefer her tranquility and elegance, and there are some unclear rejections and coldness. She is a very intelligent woman, and smart women are usually stubborn and difficult to control. Zhuang Yousheng had to smile bitterly, all these years, he still hasn't controlled this wild and stubborn cat.

I have to admit that men sometimes make such a mistake. The woman who took the initiative to send it to the door just didn't like it, but liked to chase some ice-like women. I frostbitten myself, but I was still happy.

When he was about to marry Butterfly, his brother once persuaded himself: Have you thought clearly, I have no right to interfere with your happiness, but your newlywed partner doesn't look like an easy woman, nor does he look like a simple woman. This is your second marriage, and it is related to the happiness of the rest of your life, and I hope you have thought it through.

The elder brother's words at that time were heavy and sound, but he himself knew that it was not an impulsive act, but after some careful consideration.

He weighed everything and knew what kind of woman he wanted to live with, not the kind of woman who washed and cooked for him every day, and served him comfortably at the head of the bed, which was all over the streets. What he needs is a woman who can snuggle up to each other spiritually, or rather, a woman who can spiritually please himself and fit in with him.

Right now, watching the butterfly walk with graceful cat steps, he feels very enjoyable and useful, and he seems to be satisfied to walk like this for a lifetime.

Ordinary people can accompany you for three meals a day and four seasons, but there are not many people who can lean on the West Building with you and watch the Luoxia immersion river, and there are even fewer people who can talk to you in silence and loneliness.

The loneliness revealed in the butterfly temperament has some kind of inexplicable docking and fit with himself. They seem to be two lonely people in this world, snuggling up in loneliness and supporting in loneliness.

Most women can't stand his loneliness, and his ex-wife can't stand it at all, she longs to be sticky together every day, spoil her and coax her to let her know everything, and it's best to be in her own eyes at all times.

He couldn't, most of the time he needed to carve out a space for exile without anyone bothering him. Back then, his ex-wife would cry and make trouble because of this, saying that he was indifferent and ruthless.

But the butterfly can follow its own rhythm of life at the edge of his world, and occasionally penetrate to fit his boundary. If he were ready to exile again, the butterfly would carefully and silently retreat into her world, in absolute silence. She is not a woman who is vexatious and asks her husband every day.

When she returns to her own world, or is isolated by herself for a certain period of time, she will not feel sorry for herself, but will continue to follow the rhythm of life. This is the woman I want.

Zhuang Yousheng walked beside the butterfly, and then said unhurriedly: In fact, you don't need to close yourself, friends still have to socialize and enrich your life.

Indeed, he also felt that the butterfly was a little autistic, unexplained autism, in the handling of her relationship with Liao Yingchen, Zhuang Yousheng felt another problem in the butterfly, which he ignored before, and the butterfly gradually moved from loneliness to self-isolation.

To survive in this world, you have to have one or two friends no matter what. And all these years she has been cut off from almost all contact with the outside world.

Butterfly said: I don't, I'm very busy every day.

Zhuang Yousheng glanced at her without a voice, of course he knew that she was busy with something every day, and she couldn't see any results and harvests in writing, chasing an ideal realm. It's kind of ridiculous. He sometimes even thinks that when the kite grows up again, maybe she can go out and find an errand to do, not asking for much money, as long as it can be stable. He even talked about it with a friend, who could have added another person to the gallery. He thinks it's a good fit for butterflies, but he doesn't know what butterflies think, and she's hot about writing right now. He thought, wait, when she wants to give up, it's not too late to talk about it.

Zhuang Yousheng asked about the current situation of her novel: How is it, has anyone read it?

The butterfly couldn't help but be a little discouraged, and said lightly: It's still the same.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled slightly, very satisfied, and said: Don't care too much, since it's written and played, don't take it too seriously. Don't be too tired, I see you look at the computer every day, and the dark circles under your eyes are obvious.

Butterfly thought: Is there one? Observe so carefully.

Just say: since you have done it, you have to stick to it.

Zhuang Yousheng stopped continuing on this topic, and he thought about it: You don't seem to be happy lately? What's on your mind?

The butterfly said, "No."

Zhuang Yousheng said: That day I had dinner with your friend, and she talked about some things when you were a child. She said you were a top student when you were studying. I don't see it.

Zhuang Yousheng couldn't help but chuckle.

Butterfly's heart suddenly chuckled, but she thought that now she had helped her, so that she would not talk nonsense in front of Zhuang Yousheng, and she didn't want Liao Yingchen to mention the past with Fan Fan in front of Zhuang Yousheng.