Two men who make the company their home, after everyone gets off work, they sit together and study something, and the hell knows they're studying and having a meeting, maybe-

All kinds of rumors are like kites flying in the sky, and suddenly they are all over the sky.

Feng Yu had already heard about it, smiled faintly, and was noncommittal. As the CEO of a company, this bit of belly and mind is naturally there, but is it just a broken sleeve? There's no need to make such a fuss. He was very calm, and every day after work, he would have a meeting with the diving birds, and the two of them would usually have a meeting until late, and then order something to eat, or, casually, walk into the night together, and go to a restaurant they often go to eat.

The owner of the restaurant already knew them, and had even become friends, so he had set aside a good box for the two of them, because they needed an absolutely private and elegant environment to eat and discuss work.

At the beginning of the diving bird, he didn't realize that those people looked at him in a panicked and sparkling way, and Piri Yangqiu's strange smile was an ulterior motive, and then it was only through Bai Su's mouth that he suddenly realized.

However, he seems to have the same bearing as Feng Yu, but in fact, he is not temperamental, but he is very chaotic and has no time to theorize about this. What do you like to think, how do you think, he doesn't have the energy to fix these trivial things.

Fengyu Media was successfully listed on the New Third Board this winter, and Feng Yu naturally sat on the board of directors, but everyone didn't expect that the deputy director was actually a diving bird.

The identity of the diving bird seems to have changed overnight, but no one knows how much effort he has put into this Fengyu Media.

Only Feng Yu knew this, from the day he first saw the diving bird, he was very optimistic about this young man, steady and steadfast, and had a stoic heart. He never considered him an employee, he was his best partner, and the two of them worked side by side in the company's toughest moments, and now that the company is moving forward, he deserves his status and respect.

At the celebration banquet, Feng Yu held a wine glass, finished the toast, and then Ying Ying smiled and asked the diving bird to say a few words, the diving bird was a little moved, and even a little dazed, because he himself had not thought of coming to this point in life.

From a lonely teenager with nothing, just with dreams, stumbling and stumbling in this city.

Wandering and unemployed, in order to save money, he gave up the best room with sunlight to his roommate, and he slept in a dark and cold small room near the aisle, and slept for a whole year. At that time, he laughed at him and slept in the dark room every day. In order to explain to himself: That's good for the skin! Don't you think I've had very white skin lately?

He also wandered helplessly to a different place, in that desolate small city, working lonely, deeply lovesick, although the love is painful, it is also a kind of support.

After many years, he is no longer the hunter of this city, and he is no longer the diving bird in the forest in danger in the autumn, but his success does not make him feel much joy and excitement, and he even feels so empty and lonely in his heart in the face of the eyes of the people on the seat.

He didn't even know what he was doing with all this effort.

He said a few words indifferently and briefly, not knowing what he said specifically, none of this mattered, the important thing was his achievements today, and there was no one with whom he could rejoice and be excited when he went back at night. He wanted to tell the butterfly that he had succeeded, but the butterfly couldn't hear it anymore.

He drank the wine from his glass with cold hands and feet, and then spent this different night in silence in the crowd. After getting out of the hotel, he didn't drive home because he realized that the last thing he wanted to go back to was the cottage.

Feng Yu's car drove past him, rolled down the window, and asked him, why didn't he drive today?

He smiled and said that he had drunk a lot.

Feng Yu said: Do you want to give you a ride?

The diving bird groaned for a moment and said, "No, I want to walk alone."

Feng Yu then also groaned, this cold winter night, he wanted to walk alone, this is a bit unbelievable, but there must be his reasons, naturally he can't force it, and he left after saying goodbye.

The diver walked a little and saw a warm light in the dark place in front of him, it was a café, the diver went in, asked for a cup of coffee with milk, and then sat alone by the window facing the street.

He wished that the figure of a butterfly would suddenly float out of the darkness outside, smiling and throwing itself into his arms.

He would tell her that loving her was his lifelong belief, and he had never lost a point, and that no matter what happened, she was the woman he had been looking forward to all his life. And he has been firmly following her direction, without a trace of hesitation and wavering, but now, this direction has suddenly disappeared and disappeared, what should he do? Where do I go to find her again?

He felt tears rippling in his eyes, and quietly wiped them away while no one was around.

He rarely drinks coffee, the last time he drank it was with Butterfly, they were tired of shopping, so they went into the coffee shop, Butterfly likes to drink coffee, and he wants a cup with her. He added almost three times as much milk as the butterfly, and the butterfly laughed at him, can this still be called coffee?

He drank, still frowning, and said, so bitterly.

The butterfly asked him to take a sip of his own, and after he finished drinking, his brows furrowed even tighter, and he said: Can you still drink this?

The butterfly smiled even brighter.

The past is like smoke, and in retrospect, it is only a futile injury.

He drank a quick coffee, then turned back to the underground garage the way he came, drove the car, and hit the road. Taking advantage of the strength of the coffee, he got into the car at midnight.

This car is still newly bought this year, and he plans to replace the current small house. Because there were so many things in this house that he didn't want to recall.

Because the butterfly moved away, he should also move away.

On that day, he went to the house where the butterfly used to live. He stood under the familiar neighborhood, tall cherry blossom trees, full of foliage, and then rang the doorbell, and it was actually two strange girls who opened the door.

He asked them, "Where are the people who lived there?"

They said, "She rented the house to us."

When he heard this, he departed in disgrace. They looked at his silent back in a daze, and thought that he would continue to ask something, but it was in vain to ask, because they didn't know where the landlord lived. The contact between them and the landlord is through an agent, and all the formalities are through the agent.

They had seen a butterfly that day, but it was only a hurried one.