Zhuang Yousheng drove the car while looking at the butterfly through the rearview mirror, and the butterfly was looking out the window in a daze.

"Who are you a man?" He asked suddenly.

Butterfly came back to her senses and replied, "Oh, I'm not a man's person. ”

"Oh?"

"I'm here for an interview."

"Interview?" Zhuang Yousheng was deeply surprised and said, "What is the interview? Are you working? ”

"Yes, I was asked to write about the wedding in Shanghai."

Zhuang Yousheng almost wanted to laugh, but held back and said, "Shanghai wedding? What to write? ”

"Write about the difference between today's post-90s weddings and the weddings of the past."

"What's the difference?"

"Actually, it's no different, but the cost is bigger, the pomp is bigger, and it's more Westernized."

"That's what you're going to write?"

Butterfly didn't know how to write at all, and now she didn't want to think about how to write at all, and when she was writing, she just wanted to go home and take a hot shower, lie down in the soft quilt, and say, "I haven't thought about it yet." ”

Zhuang Yousheng twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.

The magic capital in the night is still beautiful, although it is cold, but the neon in the distance seems to remind people who can't sleep late at night that this city is a magnificent magic capital, a place that never sleeps.

"Who are you?" It's a butterfly asking.

"I'm a woman's person."

"Who?"

"Her mother's cousin."

"How many brothers do you have?"

"Just a brother."

"Oh, well, then what do I think you came alone. Where is your brother? ”

"No, their family went on vacation abroad, and they were supposed to come."

"You?"

"Me? My only daughter. You say the car belongs to your brother? ”

"Yes, I don't have a house or a car. I just got my driver's license. ”

"You retook your driver's license here?"

"yes, otherwise how would you drive? U.S. driver's licenses cannot be used. ”

"Yes." Butterfly chuckled.

"But I'm going to buy a car first. My brother's family lives in the suburbs, and it is really inconvenient to borrow his car every time I travel. ”

"Really? See? ”

"Look, the deposit has been paid."

When it comes to cars, butterflies don't know anything. "Then you still live at your brother's house?"

"It won't be long, temporarily."

"If you want to buy a house, where do you want to buy it?" The butterfly couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's not certain yet, but we will see the situation in the future, and now we are negotiating work."

Zhuang Yousheng glanced at the butterflies, which looked red and delicate in the warm carriage. There is very little traffic on the elevated road, and the road is unimpeded.

The two men fell silent.

The butterfly looked out of the car window, and suddenly remembered that he and Fan Fan had also galloped wildly at midnight. That day, she thought of death for the first time in her life, because she could feel that Fan Fan really wanted to die with her at that time, she was not afraid at the time, but now she was very afraid when she thought about it.

At that time, she was too young, too frivolous, she didn't understand anything, she didn't understand that Fan Fan's feelings for her were so absolute, she didn't take it seriously at all, she failed him. She always thought that it would be difficult for her to get rid of Fan Fan, maybe death was the only way at that time, but what she didn't expect was that Fan Fan really left her so easily.

It turns out that any feeling, no matter how strong, has a day to cool down.

She had heard about Fan Fan's marriage a long time ago, and she married a woman from the north, Butterfly thought, this woman had actually appeared in their world a long time ago, and Fan Fan at that time was just wandering between trade-offs. His attitude undoubtedly pushed him to that side.

Hey, it's your own problem, after all. But for Fan Fan, maybe it's a good thing, now he can live a stable family life, or the children have been born. And he is still like a lonely soul, colliding around in this magic capital, not knowing what his fate will be?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but secretly feel sour.

"Your article is very well written." Zhuang Yousheng said suddenly.

"Really?" Hearing Zhuang Yousheng praise her personally, he couldn't help but feel very surprised. To be honest, since the last time she wrote him an interview with a character, Butterfly has been unsteady, afraid that he will feel that his article is not well written and vulgar, and this is the first time in her history that she is so unconfident and unsure of her own article.

The article was sent to him for a long time, and he was always in a state of uneasiness, although Zhuang Yousheng quickly replied and said OK. But this simple answer doesn't say anything, and he doesn't say a word about what he thinks of the article. Unlike Lin Motian, he would praise on the spot. At that charity dinner, there was no communication between them except for a hurried hello. His indifferent expression that day made Butterfly feel very depressed inside.

Today he suddenly praised her, and the butterflies couldn't help but surge.

"Your article is still very thoughtful."

"Really? Thank you for saying that. This is by far the most encouraging compliment Butterfly has ever heard.

"Your drawings are also very good." For some reason, in return, the butterfly also dryly praised his paintings.

"Really?" Zhuang Yousheng said with a little disdain.

Butterfly clearly felt that his tone suddenly became cold, and felt that it was a bit reckless for him to judge his art so boldly, and immediately closed his mouth and swallowed all the words back.

The car got off the elevated road and turned onto a small road.

"How do you go again?" Zhuang Yousheng asked.

"Go straight, just go straight and stop at a post office after two traffic lights."

Zhuang Yousheng was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "If you go back so late, will your family be worried?" ”

"Nobody worries about me, I live alone."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yousheng was very surprised.

"You live alone?"

"My mom and dad are long gone." The butterfly whispered.

Zhuang Yousheng glanced at her again, thinking: It turned out to be a hard-working girl who lost her parents so early. No wonder she has a different smell from other girls.

"I shouldn't have asked."

"It doesn't matter." The butterfly suddenly picked up his tone and replied. In the butterfly's heart, this sad emotion has long become a habit, slowly precipitating in the heart, and the appearance is completely invisible.

Zhuang Yousheng laughed a little.

The car drove past the post office and did not stop.

The butterfly said, "Stop here." ”

"I'll drive in."

"I'm afraid of driving in. And go around. ”

"It's okay, it's all at the door."

"Then just go in the neighborhood across the street."

The car stopped downstairs, and the butterfly looked at Zhuang Yousheng, who had already turned on the headlights, and then also looked at the butterfly. The two couldn't help but glance at each other, and the butterfly awkwardly avoided his gaze.

"I've arrived. Thank you for sending me. It's so late, you're going to have to drive back alone. ”

Zhuang Yousheng didn't avoid her eyes, he still watched her silently, seeing her wearing a scarf and gloves there, her movements were a little unnatural, and he couldn't help but laugh secretly.