You must know that inspiration may be the most incalculable thing in the world, not experience, nor effort, otherwise no one would throw themselves into the dangerous space of extreme experience in order to obtain that moment of wisdom.

Butterflies have also spent all night wandering around rooms in order to write an article, thinking, pondering bitterly, and even opening the bottle of spirits and taking a sip of it, or binge-drinking coffee cup after cup. What she remembers most vividly is the character interview she wrote for Zhuang Yousheng, she felt like she was on the verge of collapse, and she didn't stop for a whole night.

After writing it, she almost felt hollowed out.

Butterfly thinks that from a room it seems that the character of the owner of the room can be more or less discerned.

What can you see in this room in front of you? It vaguely makes people feel that it doesn't match the man of the right age in front of him. Why is there such a gloomy inner world behind his sunny smile?

However, this inner world is so easily revealed, which just shows that he seems to want to show the world that he has matured, his likes and tastes are completely different, he does not want to follow the tradition, he does not want to deviate from the world, a kind of collision and suppression, a kind of compromise and uninhibited, is a process that a young man of this age must go through. This process actually feels dark and gloomy.

Don't think that young people are all sunny and cheerful, this is just a façade.

Butterfly also remembered that the diving bird's smile was always so subtle and subtle, and if he could be so open-minded, maybe the two of them would have come together a long time ago.

However, the diving bird and the young man in front of him were not exactly the same. It needs to be savored.

For now, butterflies need to get to work right away. She had to quickly distinguish between the various feelings that the reality in front of her gave her and would keep it in her memory, and she was going to write about the wedding, not the person.

There were two other men in the room, both wearing shirts, obviously his friends, and the groom introduced him to know that one was the best man, and the other was a colleague who had come to work with him on music production, they were busy in front of the computer, and after looking up and greeting them in a friendly manner, they were still engaged in the final revisions, and the groom played the music all over for them, which was perfect, but they still felt that there were still flaws and needed further improvement.

Young people always strive for perfection, but don't you know that perfection is a kind of self-torture that has no end.

Butterfly found a relatively suitable position in the room and stood, observing and thinking about these people in front of her from the perspective of a profiler, who were busy with one thing, the wedding.

The groom asks them what they need to drink?

JJ said no.

The butterfly shook its head.

The groom smiled.

JJ chatted with the groom while busy taking pictures, obviously he has another identity today is a photographer, such an important day, of course, he needs to leave image materials for future nostalgia.

The butterfly occasionally asked them a few questions, and seeing that they were very busy, she stepped aside to make room. At this time, the groom's parents walked in and asked them to go out and drink red dates and longan soup.

Back in the living room outside, the butterflies suddenly felt warm, as if they had returned to the civilized world from a medieval cave. By this time, Hay had been quietly confined to a fence on the balcony, his paws resting on the fence, his eyes fixed on everything in the room for a moment.

Perhaps, it is curious why it is so lively today.

The weather in December was unusually cold, it was past eight o'clock, but today there was obviously no sunshine, and it looked gloomy outside, as if it was going to rain but not yet.

Winter in the magic capital is always like this.

The air conditioner was on in the room, and it was as warm as spring.

The hot red date longan soup was served in a porcelain bowl as white as jade, and it was already placed in front of the butterfly, and the groom's mother repeatedly beckoned the butterfly to drink it while it was hot.

JJ next to him has already eaten in two bites of three, why do men eat so fast?

The butterfly had just eaten a few dates. She noticed that Hai had been watching her, could it be that he wanted to drink this red date longan soup too?

She looked at Hay, and Hayy looked at her.

In the early afternoon, Butterfly got into JJ's car and went to the bride's house with the groom's convoy. When I saw the groom again, he was already dressed in a brand new outfit, and I couldn't help but be eye-catching, compared to before, it was like two people. The butterfly couldn't help but sigh, people really have to dress up.

JJ's car followed the convoy and drove all the way to the suburban villa, Baizhuang. It was a beautiful townhouse, with gardens in front and back, and on the third floor with a white revolving escalator, it was the bride's boudoir, all pink, which was the color of a princess's dream.

There are a lot of young women in it, wearing all kinds of beautiful dresses, surrounding the bride, laughing and playing, they are all the bride's friends and girlfriends, and some are her cousins. The fragrant fragrance that came to the face, full of perfume and fat powder, made the butterfly, who was already allergic to incense powder, feel that he couldn't breathe.

Although it wasn't his wedding day, the butterfly was inexplicably excited.

This is the princess's kingdom, and the groom and all the male guests are kept out. JJ also wanted to squeeze in to take some pictures, but was stopped by helplessly, and when the butterfly came down, JJ asked her, "Did the bride above see it?" ”

"See. A room full of girls. ”

"I knew I should have asked you to take my camera up there and take some pictures."

"I took a few photos on my phone, I don't know if it's okay."

JJ took Butterfly's phone, looked at it a few times, and said, "Okay, you can send me these pictures then." However, it is clear from his expression that he is not very happy with the picture of the butterfly. Butterfly could only smile dryly, and she knew that as a photographer, JJ was a very picky lensman himself.

The downstairs living room is spacious and magnificent, with white European furniture, white walls, marble floors, and a white piano. All the guests are in groups, drinking tea and chatting, the host is busy greeting, and the butterfly has been searching for JJ in the crowd, he is like a slippery fish, swimming among the guests, and the camera is catching the scenes and pictures he needs from time to time.

Suddenly, the owner and a few relatives came out of the kitchen with plates, which were delicate small bowls containing steaming red dates, longan and lotus seed soup.

This is Butterfly's second bowl of red date longan soup today, Butterfly looked at the small bowl, and almost wanted to vomit, because the taste of the bowl of red date longan soup just now was still vaguely in his throat. In addition to these two bowls of red date longan soup, the whole stomach is actually very empty and uncomfortable, and this sweet soup can only make butterflies feel a burst of stomach acid surging up.

I hadn't eaten anything else since morning, and I didn't have time at all. Originally, when the groom's house was about to go out, the man's parents asked JJ if he wanted to have some lunch? JJ said no need at the time, go out to eat. But when I really go out, I don't have time to eat, because JJ has to take pictures with him all the time, and butterflies naturally don't say much.

Butterfly thought: Bear with it, it's a slimming exercise.

This insistence lasted until the evening.

At dusk, I arrived at the hotel, because the bride was going to put on makeup, and the groom was going to prepare for something else, JJ and Butterfly finally had a free time, JJ walked to Butterfly, and he also looked out the window, opposite the People's Square, where you could see the magnificent museum.