He loved the quiet moments of the morning, and after a night of immersion, the whole kitchen was filled with all kinds of smells: the smell of earth, the fragrance of wood leaves, and the dark fragrance of blooming flowers in the morning dew. These are all things that happen quietly in the early morning when no one is around. It seems that there is an immortal, taking advantage of the absence of people, with a broom to sweep away the hidden fumes and exhaust gases in the corners, and then blow a breath of fairy gas, and the whole house becomes full of fragrant fragrance.

But the first person to step out of the bedroom to greet the day can always feel the moment of intoxication in this silent silence. The power of life, while you are asleep, shakes the whole of nature.

As a painter, I usually have a keen sense that is different from ordinary people, especially for this kind of natural transient, from the clues, from the unusual breath, from the silence, to feel the power and excitement.

Sometimes, painters tend to be prone to madness. This is not without reason. They are too sensitive, too detailed, too fragile, so they are also more susceptible to influence and flirtation.

Although Zhuang Yousheng is not so sensitive now, whenever he is alone, walking into the kitchen where no one is quiet, through the white curtain, he encounters the lush greenery of the garden after a night of baptism, and he can't help but immerse himself in it.

Zhuang Yousheng gets up very early every day, almost as soon as it dawns, his day begins. He would wash his face and brush his teeth and shave in the bathroom on the ground floor, and he would carefully and carefully shave all the beard that had grown overnight on his face.

Now this incident is the most important thing in his day's washing. Because once he didn't shave his face, the butterfly frowned when he saw it and said: This looks so old.

The butterfly complained casually, Zhuang Yousheng secretly remembered it in his heart, and from then on, shaving his face every day was his most important thing. He would carefully shave every part of his beard in the mirror to make himself look energetic and youthful. He didn't want himself to appear the decadence of a fifty-year-old man in front of butterflies, and he didn't want to do that himself.

But Butterfly is right, there is a world of difference between a man who shaves his beard and those who don't.

Even a young man in his twenties looks inexplicably old if he doesn't shave his face.

Then he walked through the spacious living room, opened the glass sliding door of the living room, and let the outside air into the hall. Step out of the living room, grab fish food on an easel on the side, and feed the fish by the fish pond. If the weather is bad or cold, he doesn't feed it, but just stands on the edge of the fish pond and watches the fish swimming up and chattering. If it happened to be a rainy day, he would stand under the eaves of the porch and stretch out.

Then go into the kitchen to beat eggs, and flour, boil water, and start the day's breakfast.

Zhuang Yousheng generally doesn't eat outside pastries, he likes to make them himself, according to his own taste. Of course, he likes to eat pancakes that he makes himself. After the water boiled, he first made himself tea. During the time when the tea is made, the steaming pancakes are already on the table. Then he took the milk out of the freezer and waited for the kite to come down.

In fact, when Zhuang Yousheng started the pancakes, the butterfly had already gotten up.

Butterfly was originally a person who loved to sleep, but since giving birth to a child, this habit has to be changed, and with a husband who loves the morning very much, she can't sleep lazy. But she really can't get up as early as Zhuang Yousheng.

Before facing her husband, she was generally dressed neatly, that is, she had changed her pajamas, tied her hair in a bun, and finished grooming herself, looking energetic and beautiful. Only then did she turn back to her room and wake up the kite that was still asleep.

He always had to put his arms around the butterfly's neck and rub it on her for a while, snorting. The butterfly frowned and kept urging. Butterfly also doesn't understand that she has given birth to a boy, but she always likes to be coquettish like a girl.

If you want to talk about the kite, in addition to her face like a girl, her personality is indeed like a girl, very soft and very shy. In kindergarten, the teachers especially liked him, because he was well-behaved and obedient, and they all said behind his back that his mother was really blessed to give birth to such an obedient and well-behaved child.

Butterfly didn't think so, she didn't like his sissy appearance, she liked the things that girls liked since she was a child, and she never played with the boys at school and fell together, but stuck in a group of girls all day long.

Teachers like to call him: Yuwa.

His heart is as delicate and clear as jade.

When Zhuang Yousheng came back, the butterfly was even more unhappy: I hope he looks like a boy.

Zhuang Yousheng was dumbfounded: However, I think he is very good like this.

When Butterfly entered the kitchen, Zhuang Yousheng handed her the breakfast plate, and Butterfly committed herself to sit down in a high-backed chair and enjoy the breakfast that her husband had made for her. Because butterflies have been anemic, Zhuang Yousheng gave their mother and son a fried egg, at this time, butterflies do not drink tea or coffee, but drink some honey water, and have breakfast on pancakes.

At this time, Zhuang Yousheng drank tea, watched the two of them eat breakfast, and after drinking a cup of tea, he got up and went to his room to change clothes, and then returned to the dining table, poured himself a second cup of tea, and after drinking two cups, this pot of tea was no longer touched.

By the time Zhi Kite finished breakfast, Zhuang Yousheng was basically waiting for him in the garage. The kindergarten is not close to the community, because the butterflies do not drive, the surrounding traffic is not very convenient, and basically the children who go to school in that kindergarten have private cars to pick them up. Therefore, the task of picking up and dropping off the kite every day fell to Zhuang Yousheng. Zhuang Yousheng felt that he was also on the way.

As soon as they left, the rest was Butterfly's job, she cleaned up the table, wiped it clean, washed the basins and teapots, put them in sorts, and then began to clean the room, threw all the changes into the washing machine, and after an hour, she could sit quietly at the table, make coffee, and turn on the computer.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't know what butterflies were busy at home every day, but recently he obviously felt that butterflies seemed to be very busy, because every day when he came back, he would find that she looked sleepy, her eyes were dull, and she looked like she was tired from a day. He was very surprised, how could there be so many housework and things at home all day?

Originally, his brother was also making electrical products, and he would constantly get him new electrical equipment. Upstairs and downstairs are equipped with a sweeping robot, if you have to do it yourself, you have to ask someone to do it.

Zhuang Yousheng himself is also very afraid of people who are entangled in tedious housework, the so-called do not do to others what you do not want, push yourself and others, he is very considerate of butterflies.