The butterfly silently thought in her heart: missed a station, another station, yes, did I miss it? I don't have a place to stop on this train now, and I've been driving wildly into the distance, into the night, or the night......

"I know."

"Also, there's one thing I need to tell you, the house that I left behind with your father, I'm going to sell."

Butterfly suddenly raised her head and looked at her puzzled, and her words surprised Butterfly: "Why sell it?" Haven't you lived in it all the time? ”

Gao Ruohan sighed again and said, "First, it's because the house is old, and second, I don't want to face your father's things, his study, I, I don't dare to approach later." The butterfly couldn't help but feel sad when she heard the grievances she said. I thought about it, and I might as well sell it. I thought about it, after all, your father and I bought this house together, so I thought, after selling it, I will open a bank account with a part of the house money and give it to you, and you can keep it for yourself in case you need it urgently. That's the only thing I can do, I don't know what you mean? ”

The butterfly groaned for a long time, secretly wondering, in fact, what Aunt Gao said was right, it has been so many years since my father passed away, and it should be over. And this house was originally bought by the two of them together, she has been living in it for so many years, she has no right to interfere if she wants to sell herself, she could not have consulted with me. Tete told me about this out of an old relationship, and he didn't really care about the house at all. She actually volunteered to give that part of the house money to herself, which shows that she is also a person who values love and righteousness.

I couldn't help but feel a wave of heat in my heart. I can't help but have more respect for her. After all, Dad didn't look at the wrong person back then, Aunt Gao is a loving and righteous woman, and such a woman is worth cherishing Dad for the rest of his life. It's just that this love is somewhat short-lived.

Suddenly, he sighed secretly.

"If you sell it, sell it, I'm not against it here." Butterfly said.

A comfortable smile flashed in Gao Ruohan's eyes, this had always been a knot in her heart, but she didn't expect it to be solved so easily. Wanting to sell this house was something she had been pondering for a long time, and she really didn't want to live in it like a ghost. The house was big and empty, there were so many rooms, and the smell of his old days was still so strong, his kitchen, his study, his usual bathroom, the terrace where he used to read and drink tea, and the bedroom where they lived together, everywhere seemed to feel the breath of his life, so many years have passed, and there is still a sense of ghostly feeling.

This feeling has tormented her all these years. But next to the butterfly, she was a little afraid to make an arbitrary decision.

"You're such an enlightened person."

"It's nothing, Aunt Gao."

"There are a lot of your father's things in the study, I will pack them all for you when the time comes, I think, it's better to leave these to you, after all, it's all your father's things, you can keep a thought."

Butterfly thought: What else can Dad leave behind?

But he smiled reluctantly and said, "Okay, you can give it to me, anyway, I'm relatively empty." ”

"With your words, I am relieved. I think your dad has his published books in his study, and a computer with his works in it, and these don't make much sense for me, so it's better to give them to you. Also, maybe you don't know, your father seems to have been writing some kind of autobiography in his old age, you can take a look. ”

It's true? Dad is writing an autobiography?

The butterfly looked directly into Gao Ruohan's eyes.

"Your dad used to talk to me about it, and I mentioned it in small talk, and I was writing poetry all the time, you know,"

Butterfly thought: Of course I know, not only are you writing, but you are also quite popular on the Internet. I just don't understand why you've stopped all these years, I've also browsed your web page, and it hasn't been updated since the year before, why is that? The butterfly didn't say it, she wanted to hear her continue.

It's the first time I've heard of my father's autobiography today, and I've always thought that my dad was just a person who could write academic papers and only liked to watch TV that played Japanese devils. And those who write novels should have a little bit of affection for everything they see.

"Because I'm writing poetry, your father said that he was going to write an autobiography, I thought he was joking, but then I found out that he was really writing, and he showed me a part, and now I don't know if his autobiography is finished or not, I think, this matter should be known to you."

"Dad never talked to me."

"I think he might want to let you know when he's done, but he doesn't know."

"Well, it should be so, he's such a person, and he won't export anything easily."

The rain has been falling unhurriedly, the highway is full of vehicles, and the eagerness seems to want to hurry home on this day when "it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls". Although the separation is entangled, the feeling of reuniting with the relatives around him has become more urgent.

At that time, in the restaurant on the side of the highway, although what Gao Ruohan and Butterfly said was true, there were still some hidden feelings Gao Ruohan did not confess to Butterfly, she didn't want to say it, for fear that Butterfly would misunderstand her.

Gao Ruohan was also disheartened for a while, in order to dissipate her mood, she gave herself a long vacation, traveled to a foreign country for a while, followed the tour guide group every day, traveled to various cities, looked at European architecture, ate some local food, and listened to the tour guide brother talking nonsense there, thinking that in this way she could free herself from her sad mood.

How can things be so simple?

A whole year later, she was still depressed. I will always be in a trance, and I feel that He Yuran's living figure is still shaking in front of me. Every night, she always slept alone in the study, she moved her whole bedding to the study, she knew that she couldn't face the bed and the thing in the bedroom. How many infatuated nights, how many hot pillow words, the moment has become a piece of hurtful blade.

It's ridiculous to think about yourself, if you didn't get married back then, maybe you would have ended up chic and free, not like you are now a complaining widow. When she returned from travel, she went back to her hometown, and when the old people saw her, they just sighed to themselves.

What can they say? Instead, an old man whispered to her, "Hanhan, you are still young." Are you going to live like this until you get old? ”

This sentence was amazing, Gao Ruohan looked at the other party and was speechless for a long time.

She thought that she still loved that man after all, and although there were many indescribable love calamities between them, she was still determined not to give up at that time. Unexpectedly, he left first, which caught her off guard.

Looking back on his marriage with He Yuran over the years, although it is not good, it is not bad. Although He Yuran is a very selfish man, of course, it is understandable to love his daughter, but after all, he is a professor full of knowledge, a humble gentleman, except for his daughter, he has not done anything to be sorry for himself.