Zhuang Yousheng suddenly said: If I teach him to draw, will you object?

Zhuang Yousheng said suddenly, making the butterfly stunned, and then said: Painting? I don't know if he'll like it. Of course, it must be nice to have a good teacher like you. Naturally, I wouldn't object.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled brightly, and soon the smile was hidden in the depths. He stood up and went to the cellar to get a bottle of wine. Today, it was very surprising that he didn't want to be alone, and it seemed that he was enjoying the warm family atmosphere tonight. Even, he couldn't help but have some reverie, wondering if the butterfly would have any thoughts if he drank too much wine. He stayed in the cellar for a short time, and instead of taking it out at random, as he used to be, he made a choice.

The kite would already sit on the butterfly's lap, look up at the butterfly and smile. The butterfly asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

The kite can obviously only laugh, but it can't say why it's laughing. Watching him smile, the butterfly was also very happy. It seems that all the pain experienced is worth it.

At that time, Zhuang Yousheng took out a bottle of wine, holding a wine bottle in one hand and two glass glasses in the other, and placed it on the small table.

Butterfly looked at it, didn't object, just drank some white wine, it's perfectly fine.

Zhuang Yousheng poured a glass for the butterfly, then poured himself a glass, and unexpectedly raised his glass and said: Celebrate, today is the day of stopping the opening of the kite.

The butterfly grinned, smiled merrily, and also picked up the wine glass, saying: Congratulations on his successful evolution.

In the desert of Zhuang Yousheng's lonely life, the first time he saw the footprints of the kite, it was not on the day he was born, but on this day.

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly realized that there was a little indescribable feeling for this child who was not related to him at all.

This feels very subtle, and I have never realized it before, but it actually exists. He himself didn't understand why he would have feelings for an unrelated child, which made him confused.

These days, I always think that I can let this child live under the same roof together because of butterflies. Love the house and Wu, or rather, for the sake of the butterfly, he had to tolerate this character. He doesn't care about how he is, he cares about butterflies.

He also selfishly knew that for the sake of the butterfly, he had to leave him behind.

But today, for a moment, he felt as if he was beginning to admit in his heart that he was the father of the kite. This has nothing to do with blood, but is driven by some kind of emotion.

He suddenly felt the urge to reach out and hug him. Because he's never hugged this little one, little pet, oh yes, butterflies always like to call him little pets, just as butterflies like to call themselves when they're pregnant: koala mama.

He was so moved that he wanted to take the butterfly and the little pet and take them both deep into his arms.

Butterfly watched Zhuang Yousheng hold the wine drunk, put it to his lips, hesitated for a long time, and then slowly took a sip, a very sharp sip, almost killing the entire glass of wine.

The butterfly looked a little stupid.

Then he kindly said: Yousheng, you drink slowly.

Zhuang Yousheng knew that he was a little out of shape, his hand trembled slightly, but he quickly restrained himself, smiled suddenly, and said: It's okay. You can taste it too, this wine is good today.

Butterfly laughed and said: Good wine can't be so fierce.

Zhuang Yousheng put down his wine glass, turned his head, and the fish in the fish pond swam to the surface. They were clearly unhappy with the little food they had just put in. In the summer, Zhuang Yousheng basically fed twice a day, and those fish were very enthusiastic when they saw Zhuang Yousheng, and they looked a little bit of a fart.

When the butterfly looks at these fish, it naturally thinks of the little grass gold that she has raised before, and she goes to the fish planet very heroically. What the butterfly misses the most is the black goldfish at the end, which accompanied the butterfly for a long time and struggled in that harsh environment.

Loneliness, loneliness, suffering, bitterness, tolerance, all the imaginable sufferings in the world, in fact, it may have experienced in this life. The butterfly felt bitter in her mouth, because she was clearly not a good host, and gave it a painful yusheng. In the end, he died tragically.

The butterfly sighed gloomily. When the kite began to look a little drowsy, the butterfly picked him up and went into the house. I only heard Zhuang Yousheng say behind him: You stay for a while and come down.

The butterfly paused, and Yu Yu said: Okay.

When Zhiyuan could walk, Zhuang Yousheng began to teach him to draw.

Every day he would come home from work, change his clothes, and then he would cry: "Stop kite, come here."

Zhi Kite is a very obedient child, as soon as he heard Zhuang Yousheng's call, he didn't dare to slack off, let alone delay, no matter what interesting things he was playing with, he would immediately put it down, and quickly ran to Zhuang Yousheng's studio, Zhuang Yousheng was already waiting for him there.

Butterflies neither agree nor oppose the matter of learning to paint. Zhuang Yousheng is a great painter who you can't teach if you want him to teach, so butterflies are generally in a state of non-interference, and whenever their father and son start painting, butterflies quietly retreat.

In the world of learning to paint, there is no butterfly mother who can help. No matter how harsh Zhuang Yousheng was, how he reprimanded, how the kite stopped sobbing in his voice, crying one by one, complaining, and complaining, the butterflies turned a deaf ear.

In fact, the kite didn't like to paint at first, children always like to play unrestrained, once they arrived at Zhuang Yousheng's studio, everything had to start with the rules, his little arms and legs could not move around, when painting, sitting, holding the pen, eye distance, anyway, everything from head to toe had to conform to the rules.

When the curiosity was over, the little man suddenly felt that this thing was not so fun, so he secretly quarreled with the butterfly and didn't want to draw.

The butterfly asked him, "Why?"

He hesitated for a long time, but obviously he didn't know how to lie, and said with a snort: It's not fun, Mom, it's not fun at all, his hands are sore—his neck is sore—Dad is so fierce-

Of course, Butterfly understands that Zhuang Yousheng is a serious character, and he can never be vague and sloppy in doing things, and you can't be sloppy in front of him.

Although I was really distressed in my heart, the butterfly's heart was not soft like this, so I said: Your father asked you to learn, so you should study hard. When you're done, play again. If you learn well, you will naturally have more time to play, and if you don't study well, you can only take up your own time to play.

Zhi Kite looked at the butterfly's eyes with tears in her eyes, and could not see any signs of escape, so she stopped making a fuss. Slowly learned to be obedient, respectful in front of Zhuang Yousheng, and did not dare to be sloppy.

Zhuang Yousheng also asked for butterflies in private.