If he has any ideals, he will strive for them by himself, and if he really has no ideals, he will simply be an ordinary person.

She also didn't want to see Zhuang Yousheng pretending to be enthusiastic and pretending to like the kite, some kind of imposed hypocrisy was even more uncomfortable, it was better to be so cold and indifferent, and more harmonious. Don't be far-fetched with each other, disguise, like is like, don't like is not like, why pretend to be pretended to be pretended.

She has seen a lot of mothers, who are very hypocritical and affectionate to each other, and that kind of pretentious appearance is very disgusting. So butterflies don't want to be such weird moms themselves. Mother and child are the two most ordinary people in the world.

When she goes out for a walk with a cart to stop the kite, she will meet several similar mothers, but the butterflies rarely communicate with them, or gather together, and when they see it, they will walk away from it, so as not to be unnecessarily polite and communicate. Butterfly also knows this kind of behavior, and is a little autistic, but autism can give her a clean and relaxed environment, and she is willing to be autistic like this.

Therefore, most of the time she always wanders around the neighborhood by herself with a small cart, or finds a place where no one is around, under the shade of a tree, in the grass, and sits for a while, watching the kite play alone, and she looks at him quietly.

If Zhuang Yousheng came back earlier, he would come out to look for the butterflies when he was not at home, and then the two of them would sit facing each other in silence, talking sentence by sentence, Zhuang Yousheng would rarely mention his paintings, but he liked to talk about his school, about his students. The butterfly listened quietly.

They sat until dusk and the sunset was dark, they cleaned up everything on the lawn, and then put the kite back in the cart, and the two of them went home silently one after the other.

If Zhuang Yousheng wanted to be alone, he would simply disappear in front of him quickly with the kite. Sometimes Zhuang Yousheng will suddenly mention: Wait a while, can you come down for a drink?

The butterfly glanced back indifferently, and then agreed: Okay.

When she settled down and went downstairs again, Zhuang Yousheng had already taken the wine and the cup and put them on the wooden table under the eaves, waiting for the butterfly.

Both of them generally like to drink white wine. For some reason, this has formed some kind of tacit understanding. Zhuang Yousheng will pour a glass for the butterfly, then pour another glass himself, and each pick up the wine glass to taste. Zhuang Yousheng is as particular about wine as he is about tea. Nowadays, life tends to be stable and uneventful, and alcohol is particularly important.

Most of his wine is brought back directly from abroad by friends. They are all fine red and white wines, and the storage room that was originally vacant under the stairs has been specially opened up as a wine cellar.

Butterflies basically don't go to that place, this is Zhuang Yousheng's territory, and butterflies consciously avoid what he likes. There is not only wine, but also many of his precious paintings.

It's strange that I put the painting in the wine cellar.

Butterflies never ask why, because everyone has his reasons for his actions, and there is no need to know everything about men. Butterflies don't care about his paintings, so they don't care why he hid them in the cellar. This person has as many quirks as himself, so there's no need to make a fuss.

The only thing that made the butterfly a little fuss was that when she first walked into the bedroom where Zhuang Yousheng used to live, she saw a painting on the wall opposite the bed that was exactly the same as her own home. Only then did she understand that Zhuang Yousheng had already liked herself at that time, and this painting was still painted by sisters, a total of two.

If you look closely, this one in his bedroom is even better.

The butterfly glanced at it, smiled faintly, and said nothing. Zhuang Yousheng took it later, Butterfly thought, maybe he felt a little embarrassed.

At this time, she suddenly felt that this stone-like man was quite interesting.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly heard the kite calling himself "pop", and he was also stunned. In an instant, a circle of ripples rippled in his heart without a trace, and a strange emotion that had never been there rippled slightly.

His heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't help but set my eyes on the kite.

The beautiful little face of the kite is very white and tender, and the facial features that have been formed at the beginning have already shown a delicate side. He had to admire in his heart, the butterfly's child was really good-looking, and he even began to reverie what kind of man his father was, and it was not difficult to figure out from the child's appearance that he must also be a handsome man.

Suddenly, he would silently think again: if this child was himself and Wuji's, what kind of character should he be? Will it look like this?

However, butterflies are so beautiful, and once the beauty of butterflies is replaced by a man, it can be described as the most beautiful. He looked at the kite, and he was a little stupid.

Butterfly saw Zhuang Yousheng looking in a daze on the side, smiled and said: Call Dad, it feels different, right?

The corners of Zhuang Yousheng's mouth twitched, he came to his senses, and said with a smile: Yes, I didn't expect it. Talking.

Butterfly said: Yes, I finally said goodbye to the period of mute. In the future, we will slowly start to communicate, which can be regarded as an improvement.

Zhuang Yousheng still smiled and said: I will always speak.

The butterfly glanced at him, and then touched the little head of the kite, now this little pet is no longer a simple little pet, he begins to have a soul, a thought, and slowly will know that arguments, anger, all kinds of troubles will follow. Butterfly said: To be honest, I thought he couldn't speak, because my father said that I spoke very early, and the kite stopped speaking late.

Zhuang Yousheng sighed for a moment and said: I thought all the children would speak at one time.

The butterfly sneered and said, "There seems to be a difference between this."

Zhuang Yousheng also reached out and touched the kite, his hand trembled unnaturally, probably because of the unexpected surprise, the feeling of touching the kite today is indeed a little different from usual, the warmth seems to be able to be transmitted through the skin to the inside of the body, Zhuang Yousheng feels that the ripples in his heart are still there.

Butterfly looked at the kite, he stopped talking and began to spit and play. This scene of butterflies is very familiar, because Fang Yun's daughter Zexi likes it very much (see Volume 2 "Diving Birds and Butterflies").

Zhuang Yousheng said: Maybe I'll call your mother tomorrow.

Butterfly said: For a while I thought he couldn't speak.

Zhuang Yousheng glanced at the butterfly, the joy on her face could not be hidden, and said: You will also worry about this?

Butterfly smiled and said: I don't lie to you, I've really been worried. I don't have much hope for him, I just want him to be healthy and happy.

Zhuang Yousheng said thoughtfully: Is there really no hope?

The butterfly looked at him, thought for a moment and said: There is really no hope. He can choose his own path in life.