Leap lightly and fly into the darkness.

Suddenly, his body became unusually light, like a butterfly that flapped its wings and fluttered, sliding into the silence and tranquility of the midnight without any attachment.

In fact, just before jumping in, it was not without consideration, facing the cold wind of the long night, she asked herself, which direction should I go tonight?

The clarity in my mind is like the night sky, and since I haven't decided, I just find a random place to take a look.

This should be the happiest time of the day, uninhibited, only flying, you can turn over and climb up the skyscrapers, stand alone in the wind, and look down on the whole city.

Strangely, the city where I have always lived seems to be very strange and distant. It never seemed to have anything to do with himself. Never recognised the city. Those buildings and roads, those neighborhoods and streets that lurk in the dark, those sleeping people, and the ghostly taxis that shuttle silently through the various roads, are more like messengers shuttling through the yin and yang world, maybe the moment you get into the car, a ghost has just gotten off this car.

The driver even talked to him about the fact that there was a party of dead souls in an abandoned factory in the west of the city tonight, and it was quite lively, and there were many dead ghosts with good taste.

He rushes to where he goes, and you rush in your direction. Whether it's a ghostly place or a glittering incense cave.

And now, the driver with an unfathomable expression, still with a residual smile in the corner of his eyes, seems that the excitement of the party is still spreading on his face, or perhaps, he has also secretly drunk a glass of party spirits, I can't name it, but the turquoise liquor, ignited on fire, drank it, can burn the whole ghost heart.

When I think about it, I can't help but feel a little thrilled, I licked my lips, the sweet and hot strength has not yet receded, and it can still burn your soul.

It is said that if you drink too much of this kind of wine, the ghost will also get drunk, and then you will wander around the city unscrupulously, sometimes you will mistakenly break into the house, show your hideous face, and scare people who get up in the middle of the night to relieve their hands will inevitably be scattered.

However, this kind of drunk is usually taken away by the police. The policemen were holding a pistol that didn't shoot anything, and it seemed like it couldn't shoot anything, but it was actually filled with some kind of energy that controlled dark matter. Silent, lightless, and without a trace, it can suck all these ghosts into a certain area, close them for a while, and let them reflect on themselves.

After all, humans and dark matter are still in a mysterious coexistence, and they have not yet really met each other. There is no need to make much noise. The key to the universe is harmony, and once it is discordant, it will cause the destruction of all kinds of horrors.

Some kind of harmony, really important.

The driver, then silently looks your tired face up and down, and asks you nonchalantly: Where are you going?

For humans, these yin and yang messengers are usually mild.

Of course, this is nothing more than a legend, a bizarre legend, but what is impossible about the city once it goes into the night?

It's as if at this moment, she shuttled out of the dream, turned into a charming butterfly, and then jumped into the night, looking for her time. She even remembered one night, when she also escaped into the night, occasionally flying to the windowsill of a house, where the light was still on, and the tired girl under the lamp was still doing her homework.

She looked at it with pity, but from her obsessive eyes, she saw the image of the girl missing a boy, trickling longing, converging into a trickle between her and him. What was reflected in the river was only the boy's shallow smile, casual words, and innocent actions, but they were like splashing waves, knocking on the girl's soul.

She looked at the girl helplessly for a while, and wanted to knock on the window, and tell her that it was late at night, that it was time to go to bed, that she would have to get up early for school tomorrow, and that the boy she was thinking of was not in her dreams at this time. He's taking on the form of a warrior, fighting people in a castle.

This harsh reality......

She couldn't bear to look at it, and then flew away from the window, and flew to a high, very high place, where the wind was very strong, and the night was very dark, but she felt not cold at all, but quiet.

At this point, she swerved through the long street, faster than a butterfly should fly.

She wondered, who would she want to see tonight?

She closed her eyes, completely at the mercy of her thoughts, the wind swishing in her ears, and when she opened them again, she found herself in a wilderness. Above the endless wilderness, the vines and grass are flying, and it is pitch black. Beyond that, there are mountains, as if they stretch to the end of the world.

She knew she was there at once.

You don't have to think about it, at the foot of the shadowy mountains, the magnificent, incomparably huge building is a thought.

As usual, in the darkness, there is always a light on in one place, and there is always a lonely figure sitting and waiting under the lamp, waiting forever. It was as if he had become one with loneliness.

In the dark, you can quickly find the location of this lamp.

Every time I see this lamp, the lonely person under this lamp, this eternal silent figure, the butterfly can't help but throb, like a child who is almost lost, suddenly finds his family, knowing that he will open his arms and hug her warmly.

The butterfly pushed open the window and called: "Senior brother, I'm back-

Although he didn't open his arms, hug the butterfly, and welcome her return, his eyes as deep as the sea were enough to contain all the grievances and troubles of the butterfly at a glance.

The senior brother said softly: Butterfly, you have finally come back, come, come, come to the senior brother, and tell the senior brother that you have been gone for a week this time, where did you go?

The butterfly lied and said, "I didn't go anywhere, just at the ancient spring behind the mountain." There was a quiet gentleman there who taught me how to play the sound of heaven with a leaf. You know what, it's really amazing that he can blow and make the water in the lake dance.

The senior brother looked at the butterfly quietly, of course he wouldn't believe her nonsense, this lie, she had used it countless times. Of course, there is no shortage of real things in it, but they all know how such a boring meditation gentleman, such a boring trick of playing the leaves, can attract the restless heart of the butterfly.

The senior brother said lightly: Butterfly, don't lie, we all know where you went.

Butterfly is a little embarrassed, it always makes people feel bad when their lies are exposed in person, but Butterfly doesn't care, because the senior brother and even the master won't care about her.