The butterfly smiled dryly, but her heart beat faster. When he was about to stumble again for the second time, Zhuang Yousheng noticed something was wrong, so he asked: You can't see clearly?

The butterfly laughed more and more dryly, and said, "Well, yes, there is something wrong with the eyes."

Zhuang Yousheng simply half-hugged her and said: The computer is too much? Look, the eyes are broken.

The butterfly smiled, it was hard to refuse, so she let Zhuang Yousheng hug herself.

Zhuang Yousheng gently pressed her ear and said: Don't stumble anymore, hug me-

The butterfly looked at him with some bewilderment, and he looked at himself with a smile. His face was hot, and his heart seemed to beat faster. The kite is full of food and drink, and at this time it is like a happy little rabbit, jumping and running has jumped out of the distance. The butterfly leaned on Zhuang Yousheng's chest, the breath was strange and familiar, and it sparked the volcano in her heart like a mountain.

There was no one around, and it was quiet. The butterfly could clearly feel that Zhuang Yousheng's hand around her was secretly tighter, and little by little she pressed her into his body......

The butterfly seemed to be soft, unable to push, and couldn't help but feel dizzy and confused......

Butterfly never dreamed that that day would be the last time she and Zhuang Yousheng would have dinner together.

Many people say that fate is often a sudden event in a moment, leading your life to another direction. This is the truth, and the truth always seems especially cruel because it is the truth.

Until the butterfly wakes up, she has been trapped in a gray and oppressive dream.

In the misty dream, the butterfly is a person. Walking down an empty town, she didn't know how she got here, but she felt like she was looking for someone.

But it's empty and silent. There is only a street market that can not be seen at a glance, but it is not the bustling and noisy street market that makes people excited at first sight, but a street market that is as silent as death.

It's weird, frightening, chilling, and the silence creates some kind of tremendous stress that makes you nervous and numb.

Subconsciously, she kept asking herself: Where is life? Where did he go?

It seemed to be around just now, but it was gone in a blink of an eye. But, just, when was it just now? What time is it now? Where was it just now? Where are you at the moment?

She walked along the long street, storefront by storefront, and shouted desperately: Yousheng-Yousheng-Don't scare me-

There was no sound but the pouring rain. The town is like a human grave, the towering houses, silent and empty, without the slightest smell of people.

The empty building locks in the fear of mere human nature.

In the storefront, the counter is still the kind of glass counter of the old magic capital in the 80s, which neatly displays samples of various goods, and in front of each sample is a piece of cardboard with the name, price and origin of the goods. A narrow aisle separates the shelves from the counters, and the shelves are filled with a wide variety of goods, from daily necessities to all kinds of southern goods. But there was no one.

What is this place?

Butterflies can't help but ask themselves?

So familiar, so unfamiliar, it feels so far away, but it's something that really exists.

Oh, by the way, this is a scene from my childhood, and my dad would always bring himself to such a store to buy things. The front of the counter is always crowded with customers who want to buy items, and the salesperson aunt inside the glass counter always has an impatient look. At that time, those things on the shelves were full of magical curiosity for butterflies, because they were always far away from the shelves, and you couldn't reach them.

At that time, there was no such thing as a supermarket.

How did I get here? I'm not here to shop, by the way, I'm here to find someone.

Where is there life?

Maybe I could find someone to ask if I saw a tall man in a casual suit leading a child! By the way, the man is very recognizable, he is very tall, less than 1.9 meters, his figure is very well-proportioned, he looks very burly, but he is not stout. The appearance is a little gloomy, which makes people feel cold, but in fact, people, people are really gentle. Really gentle......

He always likes to talk to you softly, never raises his voice, his demeanor has always been elegant, and his elegance and nobility are revealed from his bones. When he doesn't speak, he likes to look at you quietly, and that faint look can calm you down immediately......

By the way, his name is Zhuang Yousheng-

You definitely look at a man and you won't forget.

The butterfly spoke in her heart over and over again, her face full of water, and she didn't know if it was tears or rain. But what she said at this moment was not heard at all. Because, there is not even a ghost shadow in this town, where is the people?

Where have all the people gone?

yes, where have all the people gone? Butterfly's heart is filled with a certain sad and sad feeling, and this feeling appears for the second time in this life, the first time is at her father's funeral. The loneliness of loss and abandonment was the most frightening desolation in her heart. She has been hiding from this feeling all her life, but she is destined to be unable to escape it for the rest of her life.

When she woke up in a daze, the mutilated dream was still vaguely floating in her mind, constantly asking herself: Where is the person? Where did they go? Anyone?

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Gao Ruohan with two deep dark circles under her eyes looking at her in front of the bed, looking haggard, without makeup or the slightest retouching, completely looking like an old man.

Ah, the butterfly was suddenly surprised - why did Gao Ruohan become so old? The old ones are almost unrecognizable.

Butterfly thought that she would spend a long and peaceful life with Zhuang Yousheng like this, but obviously not.

When the butterfly woke up from her drowsy and chaotic dream that day, she was already in the emergency ward of the hospital, and there were a large number of people around the door, including police, traffic police, watching the excitement, as well as Gao Ruohan with a worried face and Bi Yuchen with a solemn expression. But she didn't see Zhuang Yousheng.

The kite was in the hospital bed next to her, but he was fine, nothing serious, just a few concussions.

Gao Ruohan said with a sad face: Wuji, it's okay, you don't have to worry, the doctor said that he just had a concussion and would wake up soon.

It was early in the morning when Butterfly woke up, and she had multiple fractures on her body, but nothing serious. But Zhuang Yousheng was not in the ward. She asked Gao Ruohan in a lost voice: Where is life? Others?

Gao Ruohan's expression suddenly became very heavy, and he said word for word: He is in the intensive care unit. Wuji, his situation is more serious than yours. Wuji, thank goodness, you finally woke up, what the hell happened? How did it happen? Also, how could Zhuang Yousheng get shot? It's scary, it's police outside......