In the twilight of spring, the cherry blossoms have long passed the flowering season, and the orchids bloom everywhere in February, which is very wanton. The cool breeze under the cherry blossom tree is blowing, and the butterflies are not only in a trance, it seems that the young man with delicate eyebrows back then still stands like this, with a little lazy and a little free smile, looking at himself quietly, waiting for his own call: Xiao Ying,......

Since ancient times, he has grown up and hated water and Changdong.

The butterfly suddenly felt that she had said goodbye to a certain stage of her life and entered another dimension of life overnight.

Now she wakes up every morning and unconsciously touches her belly, thinking about the little pet inside. She would silently call to him: "Stop kite, are you awake?" Did you dream of your dad last night? Anyway, I didn't dream about it.

Stop kite, this name is still the butterfly and the diving bird inadvertently talked about that time, the scene at that time will flash in front of the butterfly's eyes like a movie, so realistic, so clear, as if it was yesterday, no, just last night, just overnight, the world is so changeable.

However, the butterfly rarely felt it now, and she felt more and more that it was really wise to kill this child that day without recklessness, otherwise she would have fallen into deep regret now. This regret may become a shadow for the rest of your life.

She was very glad that she met such a benevolent and virtuous doctor that day, and it was God who gave her a chance to pity her as a lonely woman, who was too helpless in this world.

She thought that she would never feel this way again, because every day she no longer lived alone, but two. She was like a kangaroo, and there was a little kangaroo hidden in that warm and mysterious bag.

She thought she would miss the diving birds, but she didn't. She realized that she didn't miss him at all, and even for a long time she didn't even think of this person.

She gradually understood that her emotional entanglement with him was over.

She knows that she doesn't hate this person, but a person she loves deeply, but this kind of love will also have a rest.

Now her full of love has regained the object of pouring, so without the diving bird, she does not feel lost at all, but feels that life has never been quiet, just like the clarity when she read "Walden".

She is like Thoreau, who cultivates alone, fishes alone, builds a house alone, does everything alone, and no one will judge or talk about it, because there is no one at all. The nearest neighbor may have to walk all night. It dawned on her why Thoreau had fled out of the world.

If a person runs away to the outside of the human world, once he realizes that the life of independence is the most suitable life for himself, maybe he will really run farther and farther.

Nowadays, butterflies feel that way. She didn't want to contact anyone, she didn't want to see anyone, she didn't want anyone to bother her life except for work.

She lived in complete silence, silently in the city, writing all kinds of articles anonymously, no one knew who she was, and lived like a ghost.

For the group of friends around her, she is like a person who has disappeared, you can't find her on WeChat, you can't find her on the Internet, you can't reach her on the phone, and you don't even know where she lives.

Until one day, the company suddenly announced its dissolution. Then she completely dissipated from this world. The scattered clouds were like a mist, and there was no trace.

That was three months after the butterfly was pregnant.

She came to the unit that day, as usual, but found that something was wrong that day, all the editors who came to work were not busy in their personal positions, but three or two in one place, chatting.

It's unusual to start chatting early in the morning.

Butterflies feel a little wrong, but they can't tell. She went to her desk, turned on the computer, and was about to pour herself a glass of water.

Although she was alive and well in the office, she still couldn't control her vomiting on the subway in the morning, and almost threw up on someone's body. The scene was very embarrassing to her.

But fortunately, the other party was a teenager, and when he saw that her face was pale and crumbling, he didn't care. But he kindly asked her: Does it matter?

At that time, the butterfly grinned reluctantly, and she knew how ugly this smile was. So when she came to the company, she had to rinse her mouth well and then drink some water to press it.

She is very well hidden, so no one in the unit noticed that she was pregnant, and the butterfly herself thought about it, so she simply resigned, and you don't expect people to accept a person who is waiting to give birth in this kind of unit.

These days, every night when she is free, she thinks carefully about her future plans.

She thought, resign and resign, anyway, now she still has an income from the house, plus she still has some anonymous manuscript fee income outside, although it is not much, but it is also an income.

The money in the bank is her most critical money, and she can't use it until it is in a critical moment. With interest and rent income, at least I can barely make a living. Wait until the baby is born before making other plans.

But now she is grateful to Gao Ruohan from the bottom of her heart, if it weren't for her generous handwriting back then, she really wouldn't have the confidence to deal with it so calmly.

When I think about it, I have everything, so I'm still happy every day.

Butterfly had just poured herself a glass of water that day, and when she walked back to her seat after rinsing her mouth, she suddenly stopped her and said that she had something to say. Butterfly followed her into the finance room, and then the finance briefly said that the company was ready to dissolve, because the magazine had been in serious deficit since its inception, and the boss Jin Yan decided not to invest anymore.

In a few words, it's very simple.

Finance said this in a voiceless tone, Butterfly listened to it expressionlessly, and after finishing speaking, Finance spread his hands and said that it was all. Then the butterfly smiled faintly and said, okay, that's it.

Of all kinds of breakups in life, the easiest is to break up with a unit.

There is no nostalgia at all, there will be no ambiguity at all, and there will be no guilt and pain at all. On the contrary, it's very refreshing, it's very clean, clap your hands, you check out, I'll leave, that's all.

When Butterfly returned to the desk, there was an indescribable sense of ease and joy in her heart, as if she didn't have to rush to catch the subway every day from tomorrow, busy dealing with Jin Yan's bitter melon face, and didn't have to get up early, at least she could sleep as long as she wanted.