When the maple leaves filled the sky, Butterfly and Zhuang Yousheng returned to the magic capital.

They returned to the villa, where they had not lived for a long time, got out of the car, and the driver kindly took off all the luggage, and then left. Butterfly and Zhuang Yousheng fell into silence together.

They stood in front of the gate for a moment, and the butterfly said thoughtfully: Why don't you open the door, Yousheng? Don't have a key? Then I'll open it.

Zhuang Yousheng glanced back at her, then slowly took out the key from his pocket, and said thoughtfully: Why didn't you bring the key? This key hasn't left my body since I woke up...... Wuji, when was the last time you left the house?

The butterfly was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said: What do you want to do so much? It's been more than a year.

Zhuang Yousheng said: It's because I left home last time and came back today, and it's been a year, I really sighed, I thought I wouldn't be able to come back. I thought I'd be in that hospital until I died.

He said, choking a little.

Butterfly was relieved and said: No, aren't you okay now? If you can walk and move, start all over again! Also, don't you still have me?

She was also inexplicably sentimental when Zhuang Yousheng said, but she still tried to squeeze out a bright smile.

Zhuang Yousheng stared at her affectionately, and then said: Yes, I still have you, and that's enough. Okay, I opened the door?

Butterfly smiled and said, "Open a door, make it look like a sesame seed?"

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly said: You say, what will be inside?

The butterfly said: What do you think it will be? Could it be that there will still be a homeless man? Stealing wine from your cellar every day?

Zhuang Yousheng also smiled and said: It's okay to do this, just drink it. However, have you watched too many horror movies?

Butterfly shrugged helplessly and said: Yes, during this time with you, you went to physical therapy I really had nothing to do, sitting there alone, watching horror movies on the Internet all day long. I'm going to write a horror novel myself, and I'm going to do it, you say, okay?

Zhuang Yousheng looked at her and said stupidly: I said okay. Your writing must look good.

The butterfly said: I opened the door almost and said so many long-winded things.

The garden was silent, and there was no homeless man living in it, but an orange cat, which was napping in a pile of grass when they entered, and the sound of their door opening was evidently disturbing it, and it whined and ran up the wall.

Butterfly laughed and said, "Sure enough, there is an orange cat living there."

Zhuang Yousheng said: Who told you to feed the cats here often before, and if you don't feed them, they will come to the door.

The butterfly said, "Okay, here, let's raise it."

The biggest change in the uninhabited house this year is that the plants and trees are flourishing, and it is the kind of growth mode that does not take human will as the principle, completely conforming to the natural principles of nature, and rearranging the plant company with the competition law of survival of the fittest.

Sure enough, those delicate flowers that need to be served and maintained all day long are basically gone, and after a harsh winter, they either wither or are completely occupied by other plants. At a glance, you can hardly tell what was originally planted here, only dense, thick, knee-high wild grass. In the middle of summer, they are absolutely unscrupulous, desperately grabbing as long as there is a trace of crevices and space.

There are also wild flowers and wild plants that are just as amazing in vitality and at the same time very humble. They come here unintentionally by the monsoon, and naturally follow their destiny and reproduce. In a world dominated by wild grass, tenaciously mine a piece of lichen and dig its roots deep into the earth.

The most comfortable thing is the vines that are tangled in the branches, and you can't tell whether they are grapevines or wisteria or honeysuckle, they are tangled with each other, like twisted flowers, twisted into a strand. Some of them had climbed over the walls to the outside, and the cats were apparently following the convenient winding path, leisurely and freely in and out.

Zhuang Yousheng and Butterfly looked at each other for a long time facing this lush and chaotic garden. Butterfly felt guilty, and she admitted that she had really left the garden and left it to fend for itself.

She stood dumbly on Zhuang Yousheng's side, waiting for him to count a few words of herself.

However, Zhuang Yousheng did not count her, but instead smiled and said: If you really want to raise those cats, I agree, this place will soon become their home.

In a hidden corner deep in the grass, an alert white cat suddenly appeared, swishing over the wall and disappearing.

Butterfly smiled a little strangely, and she said: Don't you like cats?

Zhuang Yousheng said: Now I think it seems to be quite cute, if they like it here, I should feel honored.

Zhuang Yousheng walked to the edge of the fish pond first, the fish pond was half covered with a shed, the water inside was dark green, and the water was half dry, but those fish were still magically alive. However, thick moss invaded the entire pool.

Zhuang Yousheng said with relief: It is a miracle that the fish did not die. I thought it was a pool of stinky water.

The butterfly felt more and more uneasy, and walked over quickly, stretched out its head to look, and sure enough, those fish were still swimming happily, and couldn't help but say: The fish you raise are really vigorous.

Zhuang Yousheng laughed. The two of them stepped on the barren grass with one foot high and one foot low, and walked to the bottom of the porch, where there was another world in the glass sliding door, where there was no competition, no change, and complete silence. What the butterfly looked like when it left that day, it's still like this at the moment.

Pull open the sliding door, and the past scene comes to mind. The winding staircase leads to the second floor, when the kite is still young, and when it has just learned to walk, it will boldly hold on to the stairs and go down the stairs, and see the butterfly's heart beating and trembling, as if it will fall down at any time.

When he walks and runs alone, the staircase becomes the furniture that makes the most noise every day. Knock knock, knock knock, he always tirelessly has to go up and down countless times, not just to find a toy, find something to play with.

It was also a place where Zhuang Yousheng used to stand before going to bed after painting, and looked at the room above to see if the lights were still on. If the light is on, he will listen for a while. If it wasn't lit, he would just look at it before he could return to his room safely. This has become a habit of sorts.

It was also after the butterfly was at leisure, she went down the stairs and walked to the porch outside, and talked to Zhuang Yousheng about it. Or, grab a nightcap for two people, look at the night sky, and blow the cool breeze.

This is how life is spent unhurriedly, in fact, this is happiness.

The butterfly suddenly understood.

That night, after the two of them were busy, they ate some noodles and salad, and Butterfly cleaned up the dinner table and saw Zhuang Yousheng sitting alone on a chair under the porch.

Butterfly went upstairs alone to take a shower, and then went downstairs. Zhuang Yousheng was still sitting there, and the butterfly walked up to him softly and called softly: Yousheng-

Zhuang Yousheng looked back and saw that the butterfly was only wearing a loose nightgown, and her hair was not tied up, so she was loosely draped, and a crystal clear calf was exposed under the nightgown, barefoot, and she was wearing nothing. No wonder she didn't even make a sound when she went downstairs, like a cat, and she was already behind her without a sound.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly froze.

Butterflies never appear in front of them like this, although they have lived together for so many years, but every day they see each other, she has always been used to tidying herself up and dressing neatly. Today is very unusual.

The butterfly suddenly slipped into Zhuang Yousheng's arms, and said in a nickname: Why are you looking at me like this?

Zhuang Yousheng's heart was full of heat, and his body seemed to burst with a bolt of lightning, which instantly hit the back of his head, and he felt that his Adam's apple was rolling up and down rapidly, and he was a little trembling, and said incoherently: Wuji, you are-