However, once you are almost forty years old, you will become lazy, sluggish, and resigned, and you will gradually settle down from choosing the heavens to walking in the heavens. You will think that this is the moment, this is the reality, no matter how much you toss, there will always be a moment when you want to stop.

So many things happened between Dad and Gao Ruohan back then, and if it was her, she would have jumped up and resisted and resolutely chose to break up. At that time, she couldn't understand why her father chose to be waited, and why Gao Ruohan chose to be silent helplessly, the kind of compromise between the two of them, Butterfly was very puzzled.

Now, she seems to be gradually becoming much clearer, and can understand the deep meaning behind their choice, and the helplessness of many lives.

Right now, isn't she also going on with her life in this cycle. Could this be the fate she wants? Looking at the sunrise and sunset every day, her heart became more and more blurred, this was not what she wanted, but what she wanted, she couldn't tell herself now.

Let's get over each day first!

She always said to herself silently, wait for the kite to grow up!

There are many things in fate that you can't think about, just like a butterfly never thought that she would live in such a big house. The house has four bedrooms, two studies, three bathrooms, a private garden at the front and back, and a dining room window facing a courtyard. The courtyard is Zhuang Yousheng's favorite place.

Living in a villa is not a fate that butterflies want to choose. But now she has indeed become the mistress of this large house. In and out, people who know her all respectfully call her Mrs. Zhuang.

For this new identity, Butterfly herself felt very ridiculous, and He Wuji actually became Mrs. Zhuang.

Zhuang Yousheng was born a rich man, but he was obsessed with art, and he only knew that money was of great significance to people at the most difficult stage when he studied in the United States. It was then that he really understood that he would lose so much because he had no money.

But when this predicament passed, wealth became not so important to Zhuang Yousheng. At least not the most important.

He is now worth a considerable amount, and his paintings are very popular in the industry, and there are countless people who ask for paintings, and he is not short of silver, so he naturally does not want to deliberately paint some unobtrusive works.

He is now devoting all his energy to painting butterflies, which is a huge and secret creative project, except for the butterfly, no one knows about it, not even Lin Motian knows about it.

Being the hostess of a beautiful villa, making a hearty dinner in a beautiful kitchen, smelling the flowers in the house in a living room with the curtains hanging low and the sun shines, drinking a cup of coffee and thinking about your heart is perhaps the dream of many people.

But butterflies never had such dreams. From the bottom of her heart, she prefers the kind of delicate and simple little house. Crowd into the city, and don't be abandoned on the edge of the city like an exiled ronin.

Today's butterfly life has some of this meaning.

At present, Zhuang Yousheng's home is an independent villa, there are walls and gardens on the front and back, Zhuang Yousheng likes extremely private home life, and does not like the kind of open garden, which is only divided by some low fences, so he chose such an independent villa with high walls and deep courtyards.

How deep is the courtyard?

If you stand in your own courtyard and look at the sky through the high wall, there is a slight loneliness in the silence. People who choose to live in villas are themselves seeking some kind of escape, some kind of loneliness. Escape the hustle and bustle of the city and return to the silence of the mountains.

It is said that rich people tend to be more introverted, introverted and tend to be lonely, and the lonely life of villas is undoubtedly the most suitable for this kind of people. If you have money, you always want to put it in a place where others can't see it.

You want people to know that you're rich, but you don't want others to know how rich you really are.

The villas are scattered above and below the entire hillside, intertwined with each other, and the hillside is very gentle, but it is a small slope in the sense of meaning, because the whole villa area is designed to create the feeling of living in the forest.

Obviously, all the mountains and forests were mined to build a city, and then a mountain forest was built again in the city. The human mind is always unnatural.

Pushing the door and looking at the green grass on the hillside, isn't it very emotional? In the eyes of the butterfly, it seems that it is just a gimmick.

Every time the butterfly pushes the door and looks, it feels like a wanderer who has been banished to the wasteland and suddenly received some gift to return to human society, and suddenly it turns out that there is still the same individual around him.

In those houses as beautiful as building blocks but weird, in the darkness, in the luxurious but cold decorations, there are also people who are as silent and humble as themselves, busy by day and dreaming at night.

When you're busy during the day, you're a character, and when you fall asleep at night, you're just a skin with a foul smell.

Every time I walk out of the house, the butterfly feels excited. I can't tell why I was excited, an inexplicable excitement. Zhuang Yousheng never saw that every time his car slowly drove down the hillside from the parking garage and through the entire neighborhood, the butterfly's hands trembled a little.

She couldn't say, in fact, every time she left, she didn't want to come back.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to be a person who liked loneliness on the surface, but it turned out that she was not the kind of person who liked loneliness completely. She wasn't really lonely back then.

Loneliness comes from your heart. The environment is just a rendering of sorts.

Although I always deliberately created a quiet home environment in the past, I hated all the complicated clutter, and the room was like a snow cave.

But because you live in the market, all kinds of noisy sounds, complicated human language, and even the people next door drop furniture from time to time, scolding children can make you immersive, and fill your life all the time.

At that time, she remembered that she could sit on the futon and drink tea, silently listen to the farce next door, the husband and wife scolding each other, the children not doing their homework well, and all kinds of strange things can lead to a war, like an invisible theater, which inadvertently kicked off. You can move a bench and have fun looking from the beginning to the bottom.

Butterflies do not serve as such spectators. It's funny to listen to.

And her own life is not simple, all kinds of entertainment, all kinds of troubles, overwhelmed, at that time she needed loneliness to talk about comfort.

So she didn't really feel lonely.

Now, when the door is closed, there is silence inside the walls, everything is blocked out, and you even stand by the window of your house, and you can't find a single figure even if you look around. From early morning to dusk, it was as silent as Cen Ning.