Because there are also behemoths carved in stone lying there, shaking the heavens and the earth. Those are the sacred objects of ancient legends, which are said to be able to deter the things of the underworld.

The butterfly was still attentive, and made a detour from the front door to the back door, and saw her from a long distance through the back door.

In the wide open space at the entrance, there were many people taking pictures there.

Although she hadn't seen her for a few years, the butterfly still saw her from the crowd at a glance, permed her hair, and seemed to have dyed it, because in the sun, her hair shone with a dark red sheen. Medium-sized, wearing a mid-body coat, with a slightly rich figure, but it's still the thinner among women of this age.

He has a handbag in his hand and a large jade ring on his ring finger.

Butterfly looked at it from a distance, and to be honest, Butterfly had to admit that the mother of the diving bird was a good-looking mother.

Butterfly can't help but think of her mother, although she gave birth to herself, but she has never met a woman in her life, what kind of evil fate do they have in the dark?

Butterfly actually rarely thinks of her mother, because the concept is so ethereal, and since she was sensible, there has been no such character. She only has her father, and she only knows what it is like to live with her father, but she can never imagine what it will be like to live with her mother.

Occasionally, I heard my father mention my mother, saying that she was a very beautiful and gentle woman.

The butterfly will be curious to ask, is it like itself?

Dad looked at her for a long time and said, "The nose is like it, the forehead is like it, and the eyes are like me."

The butterfly disagreed, because Daddy's eyes weren't big at all, and they weren't good-looking.

Later, after my father's death, when I was sorting out his things, I accidentally turned to a photo of my mother, and the blurred shadow in my mind suddenly turned into a real face, to be honest, it looked really strange.

Butterfly looked at it for a long time and felt that it didn't look like herself at all, because her mother's face was a goose egg face, and her face was a little pointy chin. But come to think of it, maybe it's because I'm too thin.

The woman in the photo, with the corners of her mouth slightly upturned, showed the sweetest smile of her life in front of the camera. However, in the eyes of the butterfly, this smile now seems unusually empty.

Therefore, when the butterfly looked at Yuan Mei from afar, her heart was filled with a sense of jealousy, she really envied the diving bird.

She did not go up at once, but hid behind a large tree alone and observed her for a long time. She stood there, looking around, picking up her phone from time to time to look.

The butterfly's mood at this time is not so much apprehension, but really a little scared, and it is impossible to say what he is afraid of.

The diving bird once said that his father loves his mother, and he is subservient to everything, and he never dares to make his mother angry, and he rushes to do everything by himself, and he is reluctant to let his mother tired.

The butterfly suddenly seemed to believe something, because the confidence and arrogance exuded by the old woman in front of her were different from other old people, and this pride was given by a certain man. If you are a person who has been crushed by life for a long time, your face will already be full of sorrow and vicissitudes.

Bi Lin's mother Meng Yue is, when you see her, you already know that life has distorted her appearance and her soul, and she has also learned to be like a slave, silently succumbing to life and no longer resisting.

She is used to wearing old clothes, and she doesn't care if others say she is sloppy, but she is used to patience and hard work. Her eyes can tell you that a woman has suffered all her life, and this suffering continues. So there was no hope in her eyes, only sadness.

The butterfly feels bitter in its mouth.

Then he walked over in full clothes, and when he approached, he called in a low voice: Auntie-

Yuan Mei was looking around, and suddenly saw a butterfly suddenly emerge like a ghost, standing in front of her, with a cold aura.

She was inadvertently startled, and suddenly heard her call herself "Auntie", and she was a little displeased, but she couldn't say that it was wrong to call herself like this, so she didn't care, and smiled and said: Oh, I'm still looking. Where are you from?

The butterfly said, "I'll come from there." Sorry to keep you waiting.

Yuan Mei immediately waved her hand and said: No, I also came just now.

The butterfly said: Have you eaten the rice?

Yuan Mei seemed to be stunned for a moment, then understood, and said with a smile: I've eaten, what time is it, of course I've eaten. Xiao He, you see, I'm not very familiar here, why don't you see where it is appropriate, find a place for us to sit?

Butterfly further asked: I don't know if Auntie prefers a lively place or a quieter place?

This is a redundant question. But Butterfly kindly asked.

Yuan Mei thought for a while, and said: It's better to be in a quiet place, just find a café or something.

Butterfly wanted to take her to Metro City across the road, but then she thought that it was too lively, and she was not used to an old lady of her age.

But the butterfly prefers to sit in this kind of place, the Starbucks on the street, with a casual cup of coffee, mainly to observe passers-by unscrupulously. Butterflies like that kind of open environment, even if they sit quietly for a while, they are very comfortable.

Because of Yuan Mei, Butterfly took her to Fuzhou Road and found a secluded café. When passing by this café, it looks quite tall from the outside, and the inside is elegantly lit and the atmosphere is quiet, which is really suitable for two people to whisper about some private matters.

As soon as I walked in, the butterfly regretted it a little, because the environment was too depressing, and the corduroy sofa chairs inside didn't know how much time it carried, and there was a nostalgic dark yellow halo under the light.

Those crystal chandeliers, trembling hanging overhead, even in broad daylight, still emitting a dull light, I believe that sitting here for a long time must make people feel drowsy.

Leaning into the soft, coffee-soaked sofa, you may feel heavy on your eyelids, and the noise of the city outside has nothing to do with you, so you can order a second or even a third cup of coffee.

- By the way, where did we talk about it just now? After the coffee came up, we were able to continue.

The door that opens and closes is the place where the old and the trendy, the fashionable and the nostalgic, collide with each other. It is also a clear boundary, the outside is the outside world, and everything inside has long been frozen by time.

But no matter how trendy the coffee customers are when they come in, as soon as they enter it, they seem to be an outlier in some old-fashioned movie.

Or, you're the lucky traveler and all your adventures start with a cup of coffee.

However, the coffee is excellent and authentic. Every drop is freshly pressed and freshly dripped into your coffee cup. A cup of coffee shows the history of this café, the history of success, and success lies in honesty.

Butterfly was worried that it was too depressing, but Yuan Mei said: Just here, it's good, it's quiet.