Butterfly remembers that this was the first time she had been invited into her bedroom. In a way, this means different.

Butterflies can't tell what the difference is, but this kind of introduction of girlfriends into their bedrooms clearly represents some kind of more intimate behavior, or intimacy.

When they were college classmates, they would often sit on each other's beds, talking side by side, chatting about school, other classmates, and the unknown future. Full of hope and longing, although the reality is a little unsatisfactory, but when I think of the future, I will be happy.

Later, after graduating from school, Fang Yun also invited butterflies to her home, and they would lie on the same bed as usual, laughing and playing. At that time, Fang Yun was not married, and her mother had not come to the magic capital, only Fang Yun was alone in that family, and they could do whatever they wanted without restraint at all.

At that time, Fang Yun liked to cook for butterflies herself, although the cooking skills were still very rusty, but the two of them would happily visit the vegetable market together, carefully asking the price of the dishes, in case those cunning vendors bullied the two little girls.

At this time, Fang Yun was like a sister, rushing to the front, acting very mature and sophisticated. Butterfly was always watching with trepidation, and she didn't even think she had the courage to ask the price of those dishes.

They used to eat hot pot together on a rice cooker, although they were half-cooked, but they were hungry at the time, and the delicacy still seems to be remembered in retrospect.

There was also one night, when my head suddenly became hot and I wanted to backpack and go on a trip, and then I really rushed to the train station, bought two standing tickets, and went to a strange place to see the waterfall at night.

It was only early in the morning, and there were still a few hours before the first bus to the valley, so they had no money to stay in the hotel, so they boldly sat in the hotel lobby and waited. They didn't dare to fall asleep together, but they were too sleepy, so they agreed to sleep for an hour each, taking turns guarding each other's bags.

They stayed up until the morning, and when they saw a pancake stand in the cold wind, they were as happy as if they were seeing a big meal.

Butterflies still vividly remember the time when the two of them were gobbling up pancakes, looking at each other and smiling at each other.

Later, Fang Yun got married, and her mother also came to the magic capital to accompany her, her life became rich and busy, and their world gradually began to distance, and the feeling of host and guest naturally brewed.

At least, every time the butterfly came to her house, she always sat politely and decently in the living room, never entered her bedroom, and certainly did not fall headlong on her bed.

Butterflies, of course, have also become accustomed and accepted their place in her life, and have retreated from the bedroom to the high-backed chairs in the dining room, politely picking up wine glasses and talking to each other tacitly.

What is life? It's a game where you walk into a person's life, then exit, and then walk in and exit. And so on and so on, and in the end you find that you are all but yourself in your life, and nothing else.

That poignant taste is a bit like watching a clown drama that makes people cry at the end of the laugh.

Today, Fang Yun took the initiative to invite Butterfly to her bedroom to talk, and Butterfly did not unload the heart with distance, but walked into the bedroom cautiously, and then stood there hesitantly, looking at the double bed covered with red sheets, and felt inexplicably embarrassed.

Fang Yun pulled the butterfly to sit on the edge of the bed, smiled warmly and looked at the butterfly, and said: Sit?

The butterfly carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling that she was actually only holding half of her buttocks, and half of it was hanging like this, controlling her lower body with the strength of her waist, so that when she needed to stand up, she could stand up at any time. Of course, I am also afraid that because I sit down in a grand manner, I will wrinkle other people's neat and beautiful bed sheets.

At today's age, being a man is no longer like a wild horse, and the first thing to pay attention to is etiquette and etiquette.

Fang Yun seemed to see the butterfly's embarrassment, so she said: It's okay, sit down, we haven't talked together like this for a long time, I have always wanted to talk to you well, my mother was on the side just now, and I can't say some things casually, so it's better for us to drink tea in the room.

Fang Yun put the tea tray of Longjing tea on the large TV cabinet, and there was a mirror frame on it, which contained a single photo taken by Fang Yun when she got married, and the people on it were always smiling as sweet as flowers.

How many sweet photos are hidden behind the unknown tears?

Butterfly remembered: After she and Zhuang Yousheng got married, they actually didn't take wedding photos. At that time, I still had a wall in my heart.

It's true that there are some things that can't be put down at all, so I don't want to shoot. Zhuang Yousheng was not reluctant.

He's such a good-natured man. Looking back, I think about it, everything depends on my wandering and scattered heart.

At the moment when the butterfly was alone, Fang Yun had already poured a cup of clear Longjing for the butterfly, handed it to the butterfly's hand, and said: Taste, this is the new Longjing I bought this year. Yan Hao said it's okay, in fact, I don't know much about tea, you can taste it.