Today's Gao Ruohan is like a butterfly that has been given life again, but spreads his wings and flies in the garden of love. Presumably, Bi Yuchen, a hard-working florist, is very attentive to taking care of this garden, a group of dawn clouds blooming, spring is as people want, Gutai Fangxie, Feiyan Hongying gratifying scenery.

And Gao Ruohan is indeed a depressed and frustrated past, getting younger and more vivid. Butterflies are happy for her. In this world, only Gao Ruohan is the only one who has some relationship with her.

Once, she fell asleep, and when she woke up, the car was empty, and a man driver with a full beard was telling her to get off because she had reached the terminal. She got out of the car in a daze, realizing that she was in a middle of nowhere.

The station is set up on the edge of a wasteland where the cold wind is raging, on one side is a dusty dirt road, and in the distance, the sunset and lonely birds fly together, which is an extremely barren and desolate picture, gray sky, gray earth, gray world. Not to mention a figure, not even a ghost.

A seemingly trembling, indescribably simple small station is an iron frame, and the staff inside are very pitifully crowded in one place holding a teacup, staring at the butterfly with a pair of suspicious and speculative eyes, that kind of interesting eyes are like marmots in the animal world, curious and alert.

Maybe they didn't understand why this man was sitting here alone when the car was empty a few stops ago? This is the first passenger to sit at the terminal, and she is still a young girl, is there a lover who actually made an appointment with her here?

The curiosity was obviously stronger, all the staff stopped drinking tea, the conversation suddenly stopped, the work at hand was not busy, everyone was quiet, and then their eyes were focused on the butterfly.

The butterfly got out of the car in silence under the eyes of this white flower, walked silently, and trembled silently.

But the one who is really stunned is the butterfly. As she walked, she looked at the empty Siye outside, thinking, where are you going? It's ridiculous too.

At that time, the sky had already darkened, the cold wind was swishing, and the dirt road was very desolate.

She gradually walked for a while under the gaze of everyone, and her heart became more and more frightened, afraid that she would suddenly feel a lewd figure following behind her, but the ghost was not afraid, but it was the person who was afraid. What if someone with bad intentions follows you to a hidden place and then pounces on you to commit an insult?

After walking a few steps, he couldn't go on, so he simply walked back, and in the eyes of a group of eagles, he just put on a calm and calm demeanor, and slowly got into the car that was about to leave.

The experience of that day makes me feel funny when I think about it later. She was only twenty-four years old that year, what a beautiful time, but also what an impulsive and uninhibited time.

Now she would never do such a ridiculous and boring thing again.

But for unfamiliar places, butterflies will unnaturally produce a strange sense of pleasure.

Right now, she is sitting in this completely unfamiliar restaurant, a hundred meters away from the city, connected to the green and the dark, the vast universe, and the hustle and bustle of the city, looking up at the world, thinking about the past and the present, and slanting several times.

Butterfly was in a good mood at that time.

The moment the seafood soup is served, the butterflies begin to restless.

To say that this seafood soup is actually very light and delicious, but the butterflies didn't have time to run to the toilet, and they spit it out in one bite. At that time, Zhuang Yousheng was shocked.

The butterfly covered her mouth with a tissue in one hand and held her chest in the other, her face was as white as paper, and her blood disappeared in an instant.

He didn't know why, stared at the butterfly in a daze, and asked in a lost voice: What's wrong with you?

The butterfly opened a pair of extremely resentful eyes, watery, and seemed to be surging inside, she couldn't say a word, she had to cover her mouth, afraid of a mouth, and vomited very unfriendly.

Zhuang Yousheng was stunned. The dishes were all served, but the butterflies couldn't eat anything.

Zhuang Yousheng was very uneasy, thinking that he had done something wrong, or that he had neglected something, and asked the butterfly vigorously: What's wrong with you? Are you feeling better? Sick? What the hell is going on?

The butterflies were already a little exhausted by this time, and even if the most delicious food in the world was placed in front of them, they didn't want to look at it or smell it. Her mind was heavy and she was a little tired.

She smiled dismally, took a few sips of water, barely pressed the discomfort in her chest, and said, "I, I'm fine."

Zhuang Yousheng said carefully: Are you sick? The face is so pale.

The butterfly laughed even worse, it was just bitter in laughter, and said: It's not a disease, I'm really fine, I know what's going on. It's just that I failed to live up to the dishes on your table. I can't eat it.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't care about these dishes, he kept staring at the butterflies, he thought about it, how could a man who had been floating for half his life not see that a young woman was suddenly so abnormal?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to understand something, but he was a little unsure, and he said: Are you, are you-

He was stunned.

Butterfly blushed timidly, this thing is a little ulterior, originally Butterfly thought that she was pretending to be quite good, although her body was a little blessed, but fortunately, she usually did not make up for it, so although it was almost three or four months, her waist was not very round, and she was now wearing those loose and fluttering clothes, which was generally not visible.

Even if Gao Ruohan came to her last time to care about her living situation, she didn't notice that she was pregnant.

That day, she brought her a lot of labor protection supplies issued by her unit, and they had a lot of things, and the two of them couldn't use them up, so they sent them down in batches before they ran out.

The next task is not to use it, but to think about how to give it away and which people to send. Butterflies are naturally Gao Ruohan's first object of consideration, so he often transports a batch of shampoos, shower gels, laundry detergents, and even a large bag of sanitary napkins every once in a while. Gao Ruohan bluntly said that he is menopausal, and he will basically not be able to use these in a while.

Right now, her trick of hiding the world is a little unbearable.

The butterfly could clearly feel the doubt in Zhuang Yousheng's eyes.

Zhuang Yousheng saw that the butterfly didn't answer, and he already understood most of it in his heart, but there were some things that were inconvenient to say directly. He also fell silent for a while.

The butterfly bit her lip, she really didn't have the courage to say it, but she guessed that she was acquiescing.