After such a day off, after seeing off the kite on Monday, the butterfly suddenly felt relieved. At the moment, it is not about the flies and dogs to care about those old feelings, but to educate them to stop kites and do their best, which is the most important thing, and everything else can be left behind.

This week, Butterfly immersed herself in work, and to her surprise, her novel suddenly began to improve.

Throughout the week, Butterfly worked without distractions, until the weekend, and she herself was tired and almost lay down. After the devilish study of last weekend, this weekend she decided that she had to give up anyway, she had to give up.

When I opened the curtains in the morning and saw the sunshine in the room, the mood was like a scene from Miyazaki's animation, full of green and colorful grass, flowers and trees, and spring dissolving.

So, while eating breakfast, Zhi Kite cautiously asked her if she could go out to play today. I want to go to the park to play.

The butterfly didn't even think about it and said: Go to the park.

She really wanted to go to the park, breathe in the smell of Konoha, and feel the warmth of this spring day.

So, when she received a call from the diving bird, she was stunned. She had almost forgotten about the man.

The diving bird said that she was downstairs in her house, and it was not false at all. Just as Butterfly hung up the phone, she heard the doorbell ring. When I opened the door, I saw a diving bird standing outside the door with a large bag and a soft smile.

The butterfly still didn't understand, she couldn't understand why the diving bird had come to them early in the morning. I didn't even have a phone call beforehand.

The butterfly looked at him in astonishment, and it took a long time to hold back the words: Why did you suddenly come here today? Why is there no notice?

The diving bird followed the gap in the butterfly's thin body, and went in on one side.

Butterfly looked at him, it was really free, as if he was going to his own house, Butterfly couldn't say anything, closed the door without saying a word, and then looked at the slippers that the diving bird had already changed there.

The butterfly was a little crying and laughing, and he looked at him in the shoe cabinet for a long time, but he didn't find a pair. He took out a pair of brand-new men's slippers from a drawer in the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of him. The diving bird smiled and said, "I thought you didn't even have a pair of men's slippers here."

Butterfly said lightly: Actually, it's just this pair, as a backup.

The diving bird smiled and said: How to spare?

The butterfly said: What if there is a man in the house?

The diving bird said softly: I thought it was for your husband's exclusive use.

Butterfly said: Oh no, these are new ones that I bought again after I moved here. The house has been renovated and the old stuff has been disposed of.

The diving bird is not good at saying anything, he understands what she said, Zhuang Yousheng is still lying there now, and there is no male owner in this home at the moment. There was a burst of heartbeat, but he immediately covered up the past.

Butterfly watched him change his shoes and asked, "You still haven't answered what I just asked?"

The diving bird straightened up, looked at the butterfly with blazing eyes, and said, "Can't I come to see my son on my day off?"

The butterfly was dumb. This excuse is very high-sounding.

The diving bird handed the bag in his hand to the butterfly and said, "This is the clothes I bought for the kite." I didn't know the size, so I asked the clerk about how old a boy of this age was, and I bought a little bit of a bigger one, thinking that the child would grow taller. Also, it's a school bag, he's going to school this year, and the bag is always needed.

The butterfly didn't know what to say, and said, "You are—let me say what?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, the diving bird directly carried two large bags into the hall and put them on Cen Liang's floor.

The kite had already jumped out, and when she saw the diving bird, she cried out happily, "Mom, do you want to call Dad to go to the park with you?"

This Dad, the diving bird called was an accident, a surprise, and a touch, and I couldn't help but want to cry.

The butterfly's face changed, and she said over there: Stop kites, don't make trouble-

The kite ran up to her, hugged her waist, and begged, "Mom, let Dad go to the park with us, and you can agree!"

Butterfly scolded in a low voice: I haven't agreed to this yet, besides, some of your homework was not completed last week. Don't dream yet. That, that he might have something else-

The diving bird immediately said: I'm okay today! Nothing at all. Which park are you going to go to? I'm just going to drive you along? I also want to go to the park, breathe in the breath of the park, and go to work every day, really tired.

The butterfly glared at him, and the diving bird said as she looked at her with a smile, a familiar and long-lost smile on the corner of her mouth, as if there was nothing, as light as a spring mountain.