Butterfly smiled dryly and said: The boss doesn't think like this, businessmen are businessmen after all, they see the word wealth between the lines, and they also hope that money will come out between the lines, not love words.

When it came to the last love word, I suddenly felt a little inappropriate, but it had already exploded, and it was too late to retreat.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't care, smiled lowly, and then said: It seems that you are also helpless?

The butterfly sighed and said: It's not just helpless, life is very difficult.

Zhuang Yousheng groaned, and then said: Tomorrow I want to invite you out for a while, I don't know if you have free time?

Ha, this is the center of today's call, and it is really not easy for such a rigorous and introverted person to say those opening remarks.

Butterfly was secretly surprised: What's wrong today, people haven't gone to Peach Blossom Island yet, but Peach Blossom seems to have been inspired and has come one after another?

It's just that this invitation is a little difficult, after all, her relationship with Zhuang Yousheng is a little unusual, and she can feel that Zhuang Yousheng's eyes are a little different when she looks at herself.

Moreover, she always owes him a favor last time, a big favor, she thinks about it from time to time, and she has been pressing it in her heart, but she doesn't know how to repay him for this favor. Of course, it may not matter on his side, but the butterfly side doesn't think so.

The butterfly's smile had dried up, and it was almost crumpled on her lips, and she was bored there, not answering.

Zhuang Yousheng himself is saying: I have an art exhibition tomorrow, and I want to invite you to come and have a look.

It's rare that he, a person who cherishes words like gold, made this phone call for this art exhibition. However, oh, it turned out to be an art exhibition, and I had heard that he was going to hold a solo exhibition, and it would take a year to prepare.

The butterfly quietly walked out of JJ's venue, and this call was really inconvenient for JJ to hear.

JJ didn't know when she was already busy with other things, she glanced at her back, and then found a secluded place where no one was around.

The butterfly said, "Tomorrow?"

Zhuang Yousheng said: Tomorrow afternoon.

Butterfly thought about it, this favor will have to be repaid sooner or later, since this is the case, it will be returned with the water, save it in my heart, and it will be greasy, isn't it just to watch an art exhibition, people still invite him in such a serious way, which is completely different from his previous style. Thinking of this, the butterfly innocently let go of the burden in her heart and happily said: Okay.

Zhuang Yousheng said slowly: I will send the address to your mobile phone later. When you get there, you just say you're looking for me.

The day was really colorful, with ups and downs.

Saying goodbye to JJ, Butterfly has been reminiscing about the events of dementia on the subway home, and feels that he is in a very uncalm mood, and it is necessary to let himself be alone for a while.

The mind is chaotic, sad for a while, excited for a while, and very entangled. Even what is happening around me at this moment is completely oblivious.

A couple of men and women over there are arguing fiercely, the woman grabbed the man's mobile phone, wanted to see the content of his mobile phone, the man naturally refused, reached out to grab it, the two of you pushed me to the ground, and they were entangled in one place, and the throat inevitably exceeded the appropriate decibel in the subway.

Everyone stared at a pair of people who don't look at white, who doesn't look at white, look at the lively faces, the carriage is shaking, the lively is watching, and life is complete.

Only the butterfly lowered her head, she thought very deeply, and she felt very tired and tired all afternoon, and the shaking carriage made her a little drowsy, even if it was a thunderbolt, she might not be aware of it. What's more, the quarrel between the men and women around them is like the chatter of the old people downstairs in the confusion of the afternoon nap.

Any quarrel, if not stopped in time, usually rises to a level quickly.

The woman was pushed by the man at some point, a stumbling did not stand firm, with the inertia of the subway, suddenly slid to the butterfly, the people sitting next to the hula all scattered, consciously spread out a gap, the woman had no resistance, straight forward.

She was supposed to fall on her back and face the sky, maybe she thought this posture was unsightly, but at a critical moment, a harrier turned over, came an elegant dog to chew, and one went down, and pounced on the butterfly.

The butterfly was really startled, and looked at the woman on her lap, the surprised expression was more realistic and moving than the expression on the woman's face.

There were actually people in the carriage who didn't hold back and laughed very inauthentically. A light laugh, followed by a few foiling laughs, is not light, and it seems a little deliberate.

This laughter is so unkind. I don't know if it's to laugh at the disheveled woman, or laugh at the butterfly who was completely out of idea by others, and that demented look.

The woman is experienced in the battlefield, her face remains unchanged, she stood up, pulled her shirt slightly, and scolded the past, the man has sat back in his original position safe and sound at the moment, after the woman scolded her, there was no follow-up, and she sat down next to the man again, and the man continued to look at his phone.

The butterflies were there, flushed all over their faces.

When the excitement was over, everyone immediately returned to where they had been, followed the carriage, and entered the next station.

Butterfly subconsciously clenched his bag, and suddenly found that a little boy sitting opposite him was looking at him with a pair of ghostly eyes, as if he was holding back a laugh, not completely laughing enough, was the first chuckle just now he laughed?

The butterfly glared at him deliberately fiercely, viciously.

He actually made a very unfriendly face at the butterfly.

Butterfly suddenly became angry and wanted to teach this ignorant little boy a good lesson.

But soon someone came to teach him a lesson. A fashionable woman beside him stretched out her arm and put her arms around him, let him take it into his soft arms, and then asked him in a very delicate voice what he wanted to eat at night. Burger King or KFC?

This kind of education is effective. It's the greatest education in the world.

It was the butterfly's turn to hold her breath, and when she finally got out of the car, she found that the boy had finally spat dirty saliva on her.

The butterfly almost fainted.

Among the three views of butterflies, the most intolerable is this kind of naughty and obedient child, who is completely spoiled and pampered. It's just that this kind of child is the meat of the parents' hearts and palms.

The butterfly had to sigh.

In this world, how can it not be in the world?

Walking out of the subway station, Butterfly thought about it and did not go back to the diving bird, but went directly back to her home.

When I got home, I found that the tenacious goldfish in the house had suddenly died, and it was lonely and floating on the surface of the water, staring at the big godless and empty eyes.