The little kite under the lamp looks like a butterfly, it is a miniature version of the butterfly, and it is also a tender version of the butterfly, which seems to be better than the butterfly, more delicate, and exquisitely clear like a finely carved and polished porcelain, which makes people feel pity.

Although butterflies are beautiful, they are not without their shortcomings, and they all seem to have some vague flaws when viewed separately. Only the nose is very beautiful, is the most perfect part of the whole facial features, from the side, because the firm and towering nose bridge makes the butterfly look a little Nordic woman's taste, and the kind of cold and snowy mountain women are born with marble-like high calm and silent, and impersonal meaning is combined with the gentle and picturesque temperament of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, this magical collision bursts out of the feeling is really endless and endless.

For so many years, isn't it because I am obsessed with this feeling that I have willingly become a wanderer in a city.

However, the child in front of him did not have that lonely and unruly. He inherited his mother's appearance, but his personality seemed to be much softer, and he was a new creature after all the sharp corners of the butterfly's crags and thorns had been worn away.

This is their own child?

When the butterfly told her that it was her child, the diving bird did feel like it had been thrown into deep water*, and for a moment the tremor and dizziness made him unconscious. At that time, he knew that it took him a moment to sober himself up, accept reality, and understand what was happening in front of him.

Yes, the whole world was overturned in one moment and reshaped in another.

He didn't doubt at all that what Butterfly said was true, because Butterfly never lied to herself, no matter how cruel the truth was, but she wouldn't deceive herself. He's pretty sure of that, and he's confident. Therefore, he was convinced that the kite was his own child.

To be honest, he was not as excited and ecstatic as depicted in movies or various novels, and after a moment of tremor, he calmly accepted this fact. He couldn't tell what he felt, but he knew that the little man in front of him was a product of himself and the woman opposite, and the magical feeling seemed to be even stronger. It's like listening to a very absurd story, and then discovering that the story is actually the kind of emotion that arises after you find out that the story is actually true.

He really wanted to know all this, to know everything about this little man, did he look like himself? Where will it be like yourself? More like yourself, or more like butterflies?

This is probably all the thoughts of all men who are fathers when they first face their own children, and they are the only thoughts. As for fatherly love, father-son affection, sticky family affection, etc., etc., these need to be cultivated over a long period of time.

In the evening, when the diving bird saw the kite, it didn't actually have much of a so-called love for him, but it was just curiosity, a very complicated curiosity.

watched him play with Qianqian in front of him, watched him eat with chopsticks, watched him stare at the strange expression of the two of them, and looked at the way he fell asleep with a sweet smirk at this time...... He was curious.

Could this be his child, his child with Butterfly, who had also been chatting with each other about the child, wondering what it would be like if there was a child?

At that time, it was just a joke, a conjecture, a madness under the residual warmth of passion.

Right now, this living creature has actually appeared in front of you without any suspense? Is it what you imagined it to be? Still, it's not what you imagined it to be.

The diving birds have long been confused.

The only thing he was sober was that he wanted to keep this child, and he didn't know why, so he thought so.

The diving bird reached out and gently touched the little face of the kite, but he did not move, and he was still sleeping deeply. He smiled to himself, thinking it was funny and cute.

His little face was pink, and he wanted to kiss him a little, but he didn't do it rashly, he seemed to be a little afraid to kiss him, he suddenly woke up and called for his mother, how should this be?

He looked at it carefully and repeatedly for a long time, and felt that the butterflies had raised him very well. This made him very satisfied.

At this moment, the thought of keeping him by his side became very strong.

Not only do I want to keep him by my side, but I also want to keep the butterfly by my side. It's just that he doesn't know what to do? He watched the sleeping child silently, and his mind was full of thoughts.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw a butterfly walk into my bedroom-