Over the years, the artwork has been clouded with smoke, and its value has gradually been diluted, forgotten, and ignored. The fate of those old bungalows is like this, after several changes of hands, the fate is ill-fated, like the beauty of the sunset, after all, it is difficult to escape the turbulent evening. Some of them were converted into commercial offices, and the story of this house has since disappeared.

The car was parked in an open field in front of an old castle-style house. The three jumped out of the car, and a young man was already inside. After a few pleasantries, the three of them were let into the foyer. The marble-paved floors are palpable, lined with wooden handrail staircases leading to the second floor, and the hall is empty and quiet with expensive crystal chandeliers hanging from the soaring ceilings. In the center is a sand table model of the villa area as a whole. Around the wall is a model of each villa, which comes to life.

The young man led them around the models, explained them quite labourily, and then led them up to the second floor to a medieval English café, all of which were dark wooden tables and chairs, and even the ceiling was redone with wood, and every hollowed-out lattice was polished very brightly, which showed that the workmanship was very fine and dexterous.

The unclear and undim light makes people feel a long-lost laziness slowly overflowing from the bottom of their hearts. The quiet and silent surroundings make people want to sink into their dreams. In short, it all gives a feeling: lazy, hypnotic, relaxed, released.

After sitting down, the butterfly began to feel that her eyelids had become heavy, as if they had been filled with lead, and she could not lift them. Mingyue on the opposite side looked haggard and still hadn't woken up, and in the dim light, her face was ugly and terrifying.

Fortunately, the whole interview was almost a performance by the old man Wan Qi alone, and the butterfly relied on the black tea in front of him to constantly refresh himself, and asked a few questions at random in the middle, but it was of little value. The butterfly looked at the bright moon from time to time, it was really a sin, and she looked crumbling. The butterfly thought to herself: I wonder if they are aware of it?

At first, the young man talked eloquently about the situation of the project, but soon it was exhausted, not only did his words become branched, not as smooth as before, but in the face of a few sudden questions from the old man, he became more and more cramped and uneasy, as if he had no way to answer, and could only turn over and over again to repeat the previous words. It's more like hypnosis. There was nothing left to record, so Butterfly simply put down her pen and looked at them, waiting for the interview to end, and at least it would be better to take them to the neighborhood than to sit here.

Finally, when the old man's problem reached the end of the mountain, he looked at everyone, and the butterfly shook his head and said that there was no problem. Mingyue naturally didn't have anything to say, and the young man also suggested that everyone go outside for a walk as if relieved. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, and now they needed to exhale a long time.

The group came out of the house one after another, the sun was shining outside, and the butterflies suddenly had the feeling of coming out of the medieval history.

The god of fate secretly helped the diving bird, and the bad luck of being laid off did not fall on him, but on another poor worm, as for his departure, no one paid attention to it, and the office was still as calm as ever, as if nothing had happened, except that the desk was temporarily empty, and the brown cup on it was missing.

The copywriter was left with only a diving bird and another boy, and as usual, everyone should be able to get along peacefully without people, but the opposite happened, and the fight between the two became sharp. The boy had always looked down on the diving bird, and always thought that he was the one who should get out of here. Every time I looked at him, his eyes were full of contempt and mockery, and his words were full of swords, and there was a hidden glow.

Diving birds are naturally not to be outdone, but this situation is very headache, not only to face the unwarranted difficulties above, but also to bother to disintegrate the personal grievances below, this double workload makes him tired every day, all day long become worried, several days without sleep, wake up in the middle of the night, think of the reality of the situation is like walking on a steep peak, no landing, no regression. If you just walk away like this, it will naturally be very easy, but it will not only cheapen that kid, but also make yourself fall into a state of unemployment again, and you will be unwilling and apprehensive.

If he had changed a few years ago, he would have left without thinking about it, but now he has become much calmer and more sophisticated, and he will not make any decisions so easily, let alone let himself fall into a situation where there is no way out. After all, life still has to go on, life is not arbitrary, nor is it cool, and it is not to be innocent and angry.

In addition to being cautious everywhere, the diving bird is not much different from before, still going to work, holding meetings, giggling with colleagues, and for that kid, he neither deliberately avoids nor ignores him. He knew in his heart that everyone was just trying to eat, and no one was sure how long they could eat.

However, he misses the days when he worked with Butterfly and them, everyone had such a good relationship, and they often ate and chatted together after work. Although today's colleagues also get together, there is always a clear gap between them, and sometimes it is a little reluctant to participate in this kind of dinner, after all, they are part of this team, and they can't isolate themselves. But being in the middle of it, the words are not speculative, and there is no one who is particularly good with him, but he feels even more lonely and lonely. Sitting on the seat, the mind can wander freely, think about this, think about that, look at the smiling faces in the shaking lights, their mouths are stuffed with food, but their eyes are deceiving others all the time.

At the end of this kind of party, there will be a feeling of getting drunk without drinking, but not pleasantly drunk, but tired drunk, wanting to get home early, take a hot shower, fall asleep, don't see these people again, and don't think about these people again.

Several times, after returning home like this, diving birds would dream of butterflies. Maybe it's because the reality is too depressing, and I can only hope that dreams will give people comfort. The butterfly looks so charming, gentle, and smiling, it can melt her lungs, and she wants to be alone with her, talk carefully, and no longer be bothered by others, and she will not pretend to avoid it so much, and she can naturally open her heart and tell him what she thinks and what she thinks of him.

How he longed to know her sincerity. But they didn't even have a decent conversation.

In reality, they fled from each other like this, and they also played the game of chasing in their dreams. Her face was as misty as smoke, and it seemed to be in front of her, but it turned into a cloud of light smoke at any moment, and she could reach her fingers, and in an instant she was abandoned in the vast field.

Several times he felt that he was in a dream* impulsive, wanting to release, always unable to do so, holding back uncomfortable, subconsciously reaching out to inquire, trying to find relief, this relief was accompanied by a violent sense of happiness, as if she was beside her, leaving him alone, the bottom of his heart was like an inflated balloon, full and solid.