Zhuang Yousheng nodded and agreed, indeed, no matter which country, drug trafficking is an absolutely unforgivable crime. He still remembers how the young people he saw who were addicted to drugs when he was abroad were worse than dead. The Walking Dead, can only be described by that word. Zhuang Yousheng himself is also very glad that he did not use drugs to obtain that weird happiness and inspiration when love withered, inspiration was lacking, and life was painful, which can be said to have experienced the biggest test in life.

Salvation, the one who truly redeems you, is yourself.

Zhuang Yousheng's hand felt like it touched the butterfly's hand, why was her hand so cold, like a piece of ice, he thought about her hand, and said in his mouth: Well, yes, drugs are indeed harmful.

The butterfly said: This is their own fault, and no one can complain.

Zhuang Yousheng thought to himself, this is not like talking about a friend.

Zhuang Yousheng said: Isn't she your friend? What's your relationship like?

The butterfly groaned, and then said: My childhood friends have passed so many years. Besides, whoever let them go to drug trafficking, they must also take the right path to make money, the so-called gentleman loves money and takes it in a good way, and doing this hurtful thing will naturally not end well. By the way, don't be too reluctant in this matter, if you commit a crime, Skynet will be restored and not leaked.

Listening to the butterfly's words, Zhuang Yousheng suddenly felt that his stomach was full of taste, it seemed that the butterfly didn't want to help him, was he wrong? Confused, he glanced at the butterfly, her eyes drifting into the distance, and a red Bentley slowly drove down the hillside path.

The Bentley suddenly stopped beside them, the window rolled down, and a fashionable woman with sunglasses stuck out her head, smiled, and greeted them loudly: Excuse me, how to get there on the 26th?

Zhuang Yousheng stretched out his hand and pointed to a fork in the road behind him: This path turns right to the end.

The girl smiled and said, "Thank you."

The car's engine made a dull noise, and then it flickered away from them.

Zhuang Yousheng took the opportunity to hold the butterfly's hand and asked with concern: Why are your hands so cold?

The butterfly was coldly held by him, a little surprised, hesitated, felt bad and immediately retracted his hand, just let him hold it gently, at this time it was lonely, the aftermath of the sunset was obviously insufficient, the twilight gradually rose, and there was a flower cat squatting in a small forest in the distance, it looked carefully in the grass, looking preoccupied. Being held by Zhuang Yousheng like this, slowly walking on the path, the butterfly suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, not passion, but family affection.

She remembered that when she was a child, her father held her little hand and walked home like this, every day after school. Sometimes Dad doesn't want to lead and let her go by herself, but she doesn't want to, so she must hold it. Dad will say: You have grown up, you don't have to walk holding hands all the time, you can walk by yourself.

The butterfly didn't cling there, saying, "No, no."

She remembers that her favorite thing is to hold her father's arm, and the whole person hangs on him like a koala, and every time her father complains: Look, you are about to pull my sleeve down.

When she was with the diving bird, she also liked to hold his arm, snuggle up and walk together, her head was very close, the diving bird could touch her forehead with just a twist of her head, and his voice was in her ears, very close, very close, only she could hear what he said to her.

He Zhuang Yousheng has lived for so many years, but they have never snuggled up and walked through it like that, each time they are in their own hands, and knowing him from the beginning is such a pattern, which has continued to this day. Generally, Zhuang Yousheng always walks in front, others have high legs and long legs, and one step can reach the butterfly two steps. The butterfly always followed silently, not that she wanted to follow like this, but that she unconsciously became a follower as she walked. Every time Zhuang Yousheng always looks like he is strolling leisurely, walking leisurely, but the butterfly has to step up his pace to follow, otherwise if it is also a leisurely stroll, it will not take long for the two of them to open the distance.

Therefore, if it is said to be a walk, Zhuang Yousheng can be described as a walk, but the butterfly is not like that at all, she is walking hard. After walking for a long time, I was really panicked.

Butterflies are all about sports. So often after a circle, Zhuang Yousheng saw the butterfly blushing and fluttering, and it was very strange to touch the sweat on his forehead there: walking so slowly, will he sweat?

The butterfly could only grit her teeth and smile, and said, "Oh, it's a little hot."

Today, Zhuang Yousheng walked slower than usual because he was thinking about things in his heart, so the butterfly could maintain his daily steps and walk side by side with him. Now Zhuang Yousheng is holding her hand, and the butterfly involuntarily leans closer to him, and the shoulders of the two people will touch together from time to time. The butterfly could feel his broad chest and the thick aura it exuded. This manly aura on the face made the butterfly a little dizzy and fascinated.

Zhuang Yousheng is a few years older than himself, and now he is almost fifty years away, but his body is not old, he is still very strong, and he doesn't look at how he exercises, and his body and physique can be regarded as intact in all aspects. There was a complete set of gym equipment in the basement, which was given by his sister-in-law, but neither of them actually used it.

Zhuang Yousheng doesn't like that kind of strenuous exercise very much, he likes to walk very much, he will go out for a walk when he has nothing to do, sometimes out of the community, all the way to the south, walk about a kilometer, there is a lake, although it is not very big, but it is also a small wild lake. The upstream is connected to the outer lake, so the water is still clear. Occasionally, people go fishing there. The lake is surrounded by sparse woods, and then the road leads out of the city.

Zhuang Yousheng walked here, if someone happened to be fishing, he would also watch for a while, and then turn back, a round trip usually takes about an hour and a half. When I come back, it's usually dark. The butterfly had cleaned up everything in the kitchen and returned to the hall to sit and eat the peeled fruit. and the two of them, you have a fork and I have a fork, and they eat very happily. When I saw him enter the house, I would greet him warmly: "Come, eat fruit."

Butterflies don't exercise anymore, and at the end of the day, she always feels tired, and she can't tell where she is tired, and the whole person is scared. Zhuang Yousheng thinks that butterflies should exercise more, and their bodies are almost out of muscles, because they don't bask in the sun for a long time, and the whole person looks a little pale.

So later, when he could drag the butterfly and go out for a walk together, he tried to drag her as much as possible. For some reason, this situation always reminds the butterfly of what it was like when her father was still alive, and she puts on sneakers every day and goes out to exercise.