Butterfly watched him walk towards him, his steps so firm, even calm, isn't this his usual style?

From the day Butterfly met him, I didn't see him panicked, and he did everything as if he was confident, maybe in another way: young and old. Even when he lost his job and lost his job, he was silent, curled up alone in some dark corner, licked off his wounds, slowly crawled out of the shadows, and then walked into the world of butterflies still in the sunshine.

He's such a boy, oh no, a man. Nowadays, this kind of youth and old age has become a kind of desolate and arrogant temperament. He was like an eagle flying between the cliffs, lonely and silent, but the long-term loneliness made him indescribably cold.

These years of extremely lonely life, or rather, a life of loneliness to the point of madness, have become invisible but deep bone marrow scars, which remain permanently in my heart. No one might be able to see it, but the butterfly could glimpse it in his dark brown eyes.

He looked at his eyes, full of the deep meaning of love, the hostility of love.

In the past, they would often be separated for a long time and then reunited, but he never had this kind of look, this kind of longing to the extreme, the eyes of love to despair, it was hostility.

What kind of mood will it be when you are expecting someone and despairing? It must have been gnashing of teeth.

Butterfly was excited, and a terrible thought flashed through his mind: Hasn't he been married all these years?

He took the last two steps and made one step, and directly stepped in front of the butterfly, very close, just a little distance from the butterfly's nose, and almost hit the body of the kite, in fact, it had already hit the kite.

The butterfly was bluffed and stepped back, but the diving bird's eyes were quick and grabbed her body. At the same time, he roared lowly: Don't go!

The butterfly reflexively replied: I didn't go.

The diving bird immediately added: Don't move!

The butterfly replied meaninglessly: I don't move.

The diving bird was obviously a little impulsive, he wanted to hug the butterfly, but there was a kite between them, he was like the steak in a hamburger, he obviously felt very uncomfortable, and he was very dissatisfied, and suddenly a strange man jumped out and rushed directly like this, no politeness at all, very disgusted, and he called out angrily: Hey, what are you doing? Don't hold me! Squeeze me! Do you hear that? Don't hold me! Mommy, Mommy-

Then he coquettishly called a butterfly.

The butterfly pulled the kite out of the middle of the two of them, and said to the diving bird with a dry smile: Don't squeeze the kite, you see he is in a hurry.

The diving bird suddenly looked thoughtfully at the kite, and then asked, "What is his name?"

The butterfly said, "Stop kites."

The diving bird's voice suddenly trembled: Is he really called a stop kite?

The butterfly looked at him and said, "Yes, his name is the kite."

The diving bird then asked: What is his last name?

Butterfly continued to look at him, sighed and said: His surname is Zhuang.

The diving bird suddenly raised its eyes, stared at the butterfly, and asked, "Isn't his surname Ying?"

The butterfly stared at these familiar eyes, and used to hide the lazy look that seemed to be smiling, and said: I married someone surnamed Zhuang, of course his surname is Zhuang. Is it still surnamed Lao Wang next door?

After saying this, the butterfly couldn't help but straighten her neck and raise her face.

The diving bird's expression darkened, and he muttered: You said that you married a man surnamed Zhuang?

The butterfly struggled to straighten its neck and said firmly, "That's right." That's it.

The diving bird's face twitched inexplicably, as if he had been whipped, a deep and painful whip.

But he tried to control the pain in his heart, squeezed out a very miserable smile, and said: Why do you want to marry a man surnamed Zhuang? And gave birth to my child? But his last name?

Butterfly didn't immediately explain this problem, because they were on the road in the community at that time, and there were many residents passing by, although most of them didn't know each other, but occasionally they would happen to meet one or two people they knew, whether they knew or not, and they all secretly stood a little distance away with some curiosity to peep at the two of them.

In this world, there are no bad people who are lively, and it is best to be emotionally lively. It's definitely a pleasure.

Besides, in this crowd of people watching the excitement, there is also a neighbor who is a butterfly, and the old lady next door to her, she is also crowded in the crowd and looks very energetic.

Butterflies catch a glimpse at a glance. Although they usually have a good relationship, Butterfly doesn't want people to see their liveliness like this.

The two of them behaved indecently. A man grabs a woman's shoulders with a little boy next to her. If you don't know the situation, it must be a lover meeting. Naturally, it still belongs to the kind of extramarital affair.

The idle and boring adults in the small garden of the community who were originally watching the children are now focusing their attention on them, because the butterflies were all single women, why did a man suddenly come to the door today, among them? There must be something strange in this, what do you think, Yuan Fang?

Butterfly lowered her voice and said: That's your car?

She was referring to the car that had been parked before the diving bird.

The diving bird said: Yes.

The butterfly said: Get in the car, let's find a place to go, don't show people the excitement here.