She has been living upstairs, downstairs is a quiet little garden, occasionally someone walks over the garden stone scripture, also lightly broken. And now outside the window of her room was the platform, and the landlady was washing the sheets by a large cement pool, and in the chicken coop on the back hillside there was a bold hen that was clucking all the way to the platform, and she guessed that it was not far from her window. Someone came down from the hill and brought something for the landlord, and the two talked for a while at the intersection, and then the man went down the hill again with muddy steps. It was stormy outside, and the sound of the mountain wind blowing through the branches of the trees could be clearly heard.

The butterfly barely lay down for more than half an hour, during which time she heard the sound of diving birds bathing in the bathroom, and the water was very loud, and the sound insulation of the house was obviously not good. Then she heard the sound of the television again, and after a while it was quiet, and she guessed that the diving bird was asleep.

She sat up, changed her clothes, and opened the door, there was no one in the lobby outside, and the landlord had cleaned up the tables and chairs, and cleared the floor, and went back to their room. She went to the bottom of the porch, and there was a wicker chair, and she sat there to watch the rain. After a while, the landlord came out and saw her sitting there alone, and asked her if she wanted tea, and she said yes, and the landlord made her a cup of green tea. She suddenly wanted to smoke, but she didn't bring it, so she asked the landlord, "Do you have any cigarettes to buy?" ”

The landlord smiled and said, "I don't buy cigarettes here, but I can give you one." ”

He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, smoked one for the butterfly, lit it for her, and lit one himself. The landlord could see that she had no desire to chat, so he quickly walked away.

The smoke was domestic, a bit rushed, the butterfly was not used to it, and most of the smoke was spit out after just going around in her mouth. Obviously, she just liked this state of holding a cigarette between her fingers, doing nothing, and letting her mind wander.

In the morning, when they were in the car, it was already a little drizzle, and at this time, the rain became heavy and urgent, and the opposite col seemed misty and misty, like a dream, and the mountain was no longer visible, but white and layer after layer, and the shadows were full. Probably, the people who live in the mountains opposite look at her as well. People are in the mist, people are in the poems.

If you want to say how people are happy, have money, have time, and also need to have a certain amount of leisure and elegance. There are many people in this world who don't know how to enjoy, and having more money doesn't necessarily make people happy, and sometimes it will become a kind of drag. In the eyes of butterflies and diving birds, old horses belong to the kind of people who will enjoy them.

He basically doesn't go to work now, he used hundreds of thousands of dollars to speculate in stocks, his wife is a senior official of a state-owned enterprise, and her annual income is 6 figures. A family of three lives in a duplex house, two cars, and the family always drives out for travel several times a year.

In fact, people like Lao Ma are not considered the rich class in this city, because there are many people in the hidden dragon and crouching tigers, and the really rich people are hidden deep in the people, and their wealth is so much that even they themselves can't tell clearly, the problem is that no one knows how they have accumulated such a huge wealth. In the living room of their villa, Chen Yifei's oil paintings can be hung at will, and each one is a hot work in the auction house back then. They've turned the city's stock market upside down, they've occasionally appeared on TV talk shows, and most of the time they've been gone.

It is said that when looked deeper, the city's wealthy can be divided into two types, somewhat similar to 18th-century Europe, the aristocracy and the new nouveau riche. Aristocrats usually can't look down on these nouveau riche, but the strong asset strength of the nouveau riche is really not to be underestimated, and they will soon be among the nobility, because today's aristocracy does not need several generations to work hard and be at the bottom, Lao Tzu is a nouveau riche, and his son's generation has changed his face since he was a child, he went to a private school since he was a child, and he went abroad before he was a minor.

Butterfly knows the chairman of a leading textile business, a family-owned company that he and his brother started and is now a publicly traded company in Malaysia with factories throughout Southeast Asia. His youngest son has returned from studying abroad and is now gradually taking charge of management. Butterfly has talked to him a few times, and he feels completely different from ordinary young men, and that modest, restrained and unobtrusive style undoubtedly shows that they are no longer simple entrepreneurs. And this style shift took less than two generations.

But such people don't necessarily have time to enjoy, most of them spend their lives on airplanes, and their safety and security are all left to the airlines.

In the circle of butterflies, old horses become more and more enjoyable as they get older. He likes to drink, likes to smoke, likes to mingle with their young people, listens to their nonsense, likes to travel, and continues to smoke and drink, taste wild meat, and enjoy the mountains and rivers when they go to places with beautiful mountains and rivers.

She felt that the old horse was getting younger and younger, and even the wrinkles were almost gone.

At this moment, the old horse was tasting rabbit meat, smoking a cigarette, looking at the two of them with a smile, and occasionally smacking wine. The sky was dark, the four fields were very quiet, and there were faint voices floating up from the bottom of the mountain, which also seemed like two lives. Knowing that the chirping is endless, it seems more and more peaceful and quiet between heaven and earth. There were only three of them tonight, and the other two rooms drove away in the afternoon. The landlord prepared dinner for them, and after dinner, he was free, pulled up a stool, and sat not far away, without saying a word, and the old man was smoking a cigarette by himself.

The diving bird was munching on the food, he liked the rabbit meat, gnawed on the bones and asked the butterfly, "You really don't eat it?" It tastes good. ”

The butterfly showed a look of disgust and said, "Of course I don't eat it, I'm a rabbit." ”

The old horse said: "Oh, I forgot that Wuji belongs to the rabbit, in fact, it doesn't matter if you taste a piece." Coincidentally, today there happened to be a mountain man who caught a rabbit and came to the village to sell it. This is an authentic hare with a brown coat color. While talking and laughing, in fact, the old horse did not eat much, but the wine was drunk one after another. Lao Ma can eat spicy, like to drink, prefer hot pot, when they work together, as long as they meet the weekend, they will pull people to eat hot pot, Hula and a group of people eat while talking, life is not happy.

Butterflies are usually the one that is also pulled. But she always looks like an observer, and the people on the table are all joke masters, and she can't stop talking. The old horse smiled every time he listened, as if he had suddenly become many years younger. The money in his pocket seemed to be jumping out, but he didn't care.

The butterfly had to say, "Eat some, don't waste it." ”

The old horse should also be in harmony and said, "Xiao Ying, come, you eat more." You are busy with work and don't have time to eat well, unlike us, no one has to do, and you eat at home every day. ”