Sometimes I see him working alone in the kitchen, his back is silent, but it is indescribably quiet, and he seems to be very intoxicated by this lonely cooking process.

His attentive look made the butterfly embarrassed to bother. He would stand outside the window and look at it from a distance, then walk away silently, detour into the forest behind him, and go to see the dendrobium he raised.

Dendrobium is raised in the crevices of the trees, covered with a layer of unknown things, and the branches are growing everywhere with teeth and claws, some seem to be green, and some are beginning to turn yellow.

The dendrobium in this season is really not interesting, clusters, smooth, and even the leaves are withered and clean. If you hadn't looked carefully, it would have been hard to tell that the unkempt pile was fairy grass.

Walking down the forest, the terrain gradually ascended, and then there was a stone staircase, and a winding mountain path led to a secluded place.

A clump of bamboo, not deep, but definitely a feeling of dust.

In the shade of the bamboo forest, there is a lotus pond surrounded by mountains and rocks, and now it is winter, and this pond looks like a lonely scene. There were a few fallen leaves floating, although it looked a little decadent, but it had a different taste, and it was obviously different from those places under the mountain.

It's not as crowded as the mountain down, it's the most secluded. Only the birds are heard, not the human voices.

Butterflies sit on the edge of the lotus pond.

She actually saw a turtle that had not yet hibernated, lying on the stone in the pool, enjoying the winter sun.

Seeing the butterfly, the little eyes full of spirituality were also careless, different from the panicked appearance of other turtles, it seemed that it was enjoying the essence of heaven and earth here, and had already understood the calamity of life and death. Life is like Sifu, white clouds and horses, spring goes to autumn, but it is to eat when you wake up, and sleep when you are full. The seven emotions and six desires in the world are just things that are supported by being full. If you value the vanity, you are really a fool.

But today the butterflies didn't see anything, and the pool of water lined the sky, and it looked more and more turquoise.

After the lotus pond is the peach forest, the peach forest that stretches seems to be bottomless, but unexpectedly, suddenly you will arrive at another elegant place.

The terrain in front of me suddenly opened up, and there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and a modern building jumped into view, which was very violent, as if it had suddenly entered the modern city from the countryside wilderness.

The butterfly knows that it is the place where Chong Ling lives.

Every time I come here, the butterfly can't help but sigh, not only emotionally, but also envious, from the bottom of my heart envy this heavy ju, really a blessed person, but also definitely a person who can enjoy and know how to enjoy.

When you talk about enjoyment, you don't mean that you know how to enjoy it when you have money.

Some rich people fight around in the pile of money all day long, really making the shopping mall the same as the battlefield, and recognizing the only criterion for success and defeat in life, making themselves very unbearable.

Sitting on a family fortune of hundreds of millions, but he is really a beetle, an annoyance, annoyance for money, for women, for everything, so annoying that he will even choose to jump from a high-rise somewhere, and he doesn't want anything. It's ridiculous, sad, and sad to say.

You make money, but you have to know how to control it to make yourself happy, this is a knowledge, and you have to practice it well.

It's not that you're happy to eat a belly full of delicacies, or it's not that you're happy to sit around with a woman hugging your left and right, or you're happy when you're respected in front of people, you have to ask your heart, do you still feel comfortable when all this is not around?

There are some people around butterflies who can enjoy it, but they are not the same.

Lao Ma is one, traveling in Kyushu, wandering Liuhe, a very open idler, the son of the family, everything goes naturally.

He has some money in his pocket, not too much, but he knows how to make it happy for him.

Therefore, the butterflies have always been very envious of the old horse. It's rare to see the old horse bothering about something, always smiling, and being able to get together with the younger generation of them, even if there are a few more wrinkles on his face with a smile, he is obviously not hesitating.

Lin Motian is a person with an identity, and he also attaches great importance to this identity, and even says that he is obsessed with this identity.

Being surrounded and held high, that's what interests him. Or, quietly look at the sky-high price of the painting in the study, which also sets off his noble status, which is even more unusual. That's where he gets his pleasure.

Butterfly believes that enjoyment has little to do with money.

From the butterfly itself, watching a movie is very enjoyable.

Right now, being able to sit quietly by the pool and look at the water makes me feel happy. Seeing Chongjue's comfortable and elegant mansion again, it is already extremely pleasant to see. Of course, if you can let yourself stay for a day, you will feel that you have no regrets in life.

It's just such a magnificent house, and Chongzhu doesn't live in it often.

In the past two days, every time the butterfly came up from the mountain, it was always quiet, and she walked around the house, looking at the house covered with flowers, those expensive furniture, beautiful ornaments, as if silently telling the cool and cold.

But today is different.

From afar, she saw Bi Lin and Chong Ling talking under the porch of the Roman columns.

It's really not good to disturb this for no reason, the butterfly was just about to turn around and leave, Bi Lin had already seen her with sharp eyes, and called: Sister-

Butterfly didn't want people to find out that she was here, so she came quietly every time, silently, silently.

Out of the peach forest, she saw Bi Lin and Chong Ling not far away sitting under the porch, next to each other, next to a white table with openwork flowers and several bottles of red wine on it.

Bi Lin's shiny hair was scattered, and Chong Ling put one hand on his shoulder, constantly reaching out to stroke his soft hair, looking very loving.

The butterfly was a little surprised to see this scene, but in today's strange world, this surprise is just a glimpse. Soon regained his composure.

The two of them were talking so intimately that Butterfly felt that she was a little too casual to be uninvited, and besides, this time period was really inappropriate for her to jump out so uninterestingly. A pair of male mandarin ducks are affectionate to you, me, and me, and I have not become a bright LED in this appearance?

They didn't mind, and the butterflies themselves were embarrassed.

So she paused, prepared to return to the peach forest, and went back the same way. Over there, Chong Ling had already seen the butterflies flashing out of the woods, so he whispered to Bi Lin. Bi Lin turned his head and saw the back of the butterfly, and called out.

When the butterfly heard the call, she was startled, but she was a little overwhelmed, and she was in a situation where she was not in retreat.