That night, the diving bird came home gloomily, and after taking a bath, he came to the balcony, lying on the balcony, looking at the night sky in the distance, and the city that had not yet slept.

The night breeze was soft like a lover's Rulan blowing, and the pure night sky made him miss the butterfly's eyes for a while, and the eyes when he looked at himself. To this day, they have known each other for more than five years, except for the two years of working together in the past five years, most of the time has been less together and more apart, he lives in the south of the magic capital, but she lives in the north.

Don't look at the same city, but the distance between them is really far away.

Many times when he went out for a walk alone at night, he would meet Zyko, who also lived in the south, and his house was very close to his rented house, across a few roads. Zygote is always used to going out at night, and often drinks milk tea and eats desserts at a dessert shop. Sitting there alone, my back was a little lonely. However, he didn't want to take care of the zygote, so when he saw it, he walked silently.

So the zygote didn't know that in fact, they had missed it countless times.

However, Zygote will often take the initiative to call him, go shopping, buy things, and sometimes call him for a haircut. Once two people were drinking on the road late at night, because the zygote had just fallen out of love and needed to find someone to accompany them, and the diving bird was naturally the most suitable person.

She dragged the diving bird hard, and that night, the diving bird just followed the zygote, although he wanted to go home and sleep, but he couldn't bear to look at the zygote like this, so he listened to her chatter all the way until the second half of the night, and then came home drowsy.

He didn't drink, and the zygote drank a lot. In the end, he was very drunk.

The diving bird thought, "Oh, woman." As for suffering so much for a man who doesn't deserve it?

He had never seen a butterfly suffer like this. Her life always seems to be so peaceful, uneventful, and there is no variation in sight, and of course, she has always been secretive.

He always thought that one day, or at that moment, he could get closer to her and learn more about her world. It's just that he is getting farther and farther away from her, and now he is in a different place, and he can't even capture her shadow.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little entangled. He stood under the night sky like this, but he was silently thinking in his heart: Wuji, do you think about me at this moment?

Suddenly I thought, how could she think about me? She was such a ruthless person, that time she said that she was going to leave the magic capital, she didn't have a word to stay, she finally found a chance to have no one at that time, she could talk to her alone, but she was so cold. She actually faced me and didn't say anything.

He knew how desperate and sad he was at that time, and he thought that he would forget her and abandon her from now on.

But it doesn't seem easy, as soon as you close your eyes, you will remember those past with her.

That time they interviewed together, in the interview car, probably because of the fatigue of the journey, she leaned her head slightly towards herself, and she looked like she was sleeping quietly, breathing evenly, and a sound was in his ears. He felt very happy, a sense of tranquility and happiness that he had never felt before, he secretly looked at her closed eyes and moist cheeks, and he wished that she could always rely on herself like this, lean on herself, and let the car go on without stopping.

It was the first time he had been in such close contact with a butterfly, and he could even feel the warmth of her body through his clothes, and the slight transmission of body temperature made his heart flutter for a while. At that time, he sat motionless and upright, as if he was afraid that if he moved, he would wake up the sleeping butterfly, and he would wake up this long-awaited moment of warmth.

Another time I went to Lao Ma's villa villa with the butterfly for a vacation, and the butterfly got up early that morning and had breakfast, because I was originally here for a vacation, and I sat on the top of the mountain to watch the scenery when I had nothing to do.

She sat barefoot and didn't even wear socks, lazy and lazy, but she enjoyed the comfort of the mountains. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes closed, and for a moment seemed to be immersed in her own meditation.

She was dressed in a very casual shirt, very light in color, her slender legs were resting horizontally on a chair, and the sun was falling, and her legs were straight and beautiful, and that beauty almost made the diving birds on the side a little breathless.

The hair had not yet been combed and was loosely spilled over the shoulders. This is the only time he sees a butterfly without a bundle of hair, her hair is very long, all the way down, almost up to the waist, but on weekdays he always sees her holding a thick bun, clean and neat, no fat powder, never the kind of dragging mud and water, clean and almost obsessive-compulsive.

However, the butterfly has complained more than once that her hair is too long and always troublesome to wash, so she must be careful to braid her hair before going to bed at night, so as not to be pressed by herself. She also said more than once that she was going to cut her hair.

She did cut it, mercilessly, to her neck. That day, she changed her outfit and ran to the unit, which surprised the zygote Mingyue and the diving birds.

The butterfly sat there with its mouth curled and silent. It seems that I have been depressed all day.

The diving bird is full of distress, why do you want to cut your hair? But in front of so many people, he had to secretly feel distressed.

Fortunately, butterflies are born with hair that grows quickly, and in less than half a year, they have another head of hair.

That early morning, the diving bird looked at the butterfly obsessively, looking at her, hoping to see her like this for the rest of her life......

In the eyes of diving birds, the beauty of butterflies is not how good-looking the facial features are, in fact, the facial features, separated, may have more or less shortcomings, but these shortcomings are combined, but they do not see any flaws, but become seamless.

Her kind of beauty is a full-body emanation, with a charm that you can indulge in at a glance.

Diving birds always wonder: what is the butterfly's past life?

She suddenly opened her eyes that day, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the diving bird that was looking at her infatuatedly, and a slight smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth. His gaze quickly slipped away again, drifting to the distant mountain.

The diving bird really wanted to have a love with her that day, even if it was just once, but then there was no such opportunity.

I left the unit inexplicably, and suddenly I couldn't see butterflies anymore. Later, he inexplicably left the magic capital and came here. Later, he inexplicably got together with Leng Qinghe, and during that time, he almost forgot that there was a person living in his heart.

He was suddenly relieved and thought that this would be fine. Those messy memories were put back together and put into the heart box.

He returned to the room, before going to bed, turned on his mobile phone to see if the butterfly was online, of course he knew that the butterfly, who had always lived a very strict life, should have fallen asleep at this time, but he still did not give up, he had to see it. The butterfly's diary was suddenly changed, and some poems were written: "Dreams are far away from people's thoughts, a night is far away, flowers are sincere and the country is poured, but love is lost." "Reading lingering and compassionate, I don't know what it means. Something is loved, like thinking about someone, and like sighing for something.

Could it be that she is also missing herself? Could it be herself that she misses? Does she really miss herself, too?

However, the diving bird knows that the butterfly has always been the kind of sentimental girl, and when she speaks, she is crepe, and sometimes she has a bookish atmosphere that cannot be dissolved, and everyone always laughs at her at that time, because she is too addicted to reading, and always says, "Wuji, you are a person who lives in the past." "Her intoxication, as long as you get a little closer to her, you can feel it obviously.

The diving bird read these poetic words over and over again, all kinds of speculations, all kinds of tricks came to his heart, and he felt full of sweet and sour, but he couldn't say that he was emotional. I left behind all the unhappiness that happened today.