Because the spring night was unusually cold, the butterfly went back to the room and simply put on a cotton coat and came out. When she re-entered the little room, it was brightly lit and the diving bird was dressed, sitting cross-legged on the bed, head down, wondering what he was thinking.

The butterfly hesitated at the door of the room for a moment, and for a moment, she suddenly felt a certain distance. The two people who were originally intimate became inexplicably estranged.

The diving bird did look a little lost, full of melancholy eyes, looked at the butterfly, seemed to be a little dissatisfied with her blank expression, patted the bed next to her, and said: Come and sit -

The butterfly walked over slowly, still sitting cross-legged slightly closer to him.

The diving bird kept staring at her, and when she sat down next to her, he still stretched out an arm and put his arm around her shoulder. The butterfly felt a little stiff in his body, and he noticed it, and smiled slightly self-deprecatingly.

The butterfly lowered her head, not knowing what to say, this kind of scene was really awkward. Butterfly wondered in her heart: What did he want to say to himself?

The diving bird looked up at the lamp on the wall and did not speak for a long time.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her hair, stroked her face again, and looked her in the eyes as if he were looking at a stranger.

This look in the eyes of the butterfly seems to be familiar.

She almost didn't dare to look directly, she wanted to avoid it, but he held her chin, then looked into her eyes that were trying to twinkle and said, "Don't do this, okay?"

The butterfly had to say: no.

He was a little anxious and asked, "Why?" Can you tell me why?

The butterfly tried to keep her mind clear, saying: Actually, you don't need to say it, you should understand.

He said, "What do I understand?" What do you want me to understand?

The butterfly looked at him in a daze, some words need to be ruthless to say, and it hurts more than one person when you say it.

The butterfly said: Yes, you have just said it yourself. Indeed, you are right, I am already married. It's a fact.

The diving bird said: I know. And then where?

Butterfly was stunned, in fact, there is no then, some of them need to be understood by himself, she can't say it anymore, she can't say that I can't get along with your mother, and she can't say that I don't want to marry you.

She was stunned for a long time and couldn't speak.

The diving bird smiled miserably and said, "I don't understand, are you really going to wait for the unconscious person lying on the hospital bed?" If, if he really won't wake up again, will you just wait forever?

It's not that Butterfly hasn't thought about this question, but she doesn't want to think about it.

In her heart, Zhuang Yousheng is not dead, he is still alive. As long as he was alive, she would never be able to disobey that.

But if he is really gone, Butterfly wonders, does he still want to find a new life with the diving bird in front of him?

The answer is no.

Butterfly no longer has that desire and passion, and from the moment she left him back then, all her dreams and waitings for him have come to an end.

Yes, for butterflies, the story of diving birds is over.

So she cleared her mind and said quietly: I'll wait for him to wake up.

The diving bird suddenly startled and said, "Why?" There is a saying that I have to remind you that if you could wake up, you would have woken up a long time ago. Don't you understand? Do you plan to live like this in the future?

The butterfly gritted its teeth and said firmly: Yes.

The diving bird's eyes suddenly became very resentful, and he said slowly: Where did you put me?

The butterfly said: You can get married. I believe that with what you have achieved today, it will not be difficult to find a woman who truly loves you.

The diving bird sneered: Marriage? You're saying it so easily. I really didn't expect you to say such a thing? Do you know how hurtful this is?

Butterfly couldn't help but say: I really don't want to hurt you.

The diving bird sneered and said, "But you have already hurt me, do you know?"

The butterfly struggled and said, "I, not intentionally."

The diving bird was silent for a long time, and then said to himself: Oh, this is you, I see. Then why can't you marry me? I'm not in a hurry, it's been so many years for both of us, I can wait, wait until you really become a widow, then we can officially get married. Don't you think that it is really not easy for us to come together, I had no money back then, and I couldn't give you a stable life, and I was very inferior at that time, so I didn't have the courage to face it. But now it's different, I have the strength to protect all your lives, let you live comfortably, and let the kite receive the best education.

The butterfly smiled miserably and said, "You misunderstood."

The diving bird didn't understand, and looked into her eyes, trying to find the answer he wanted in her constricted pupils, but maybe the answer was always so cruel. Her eyes were filled with an indescribable confusion and apprehension.

Butterfly said: Actually, we think about two different things. You men always think you know women, actually, huh. I feel like this life is good now, and I don't want to change it. Maybe you don't know it, but I really longed for you, for you to come to me, for you to say to me: Marry me. I even fantasized a lot about the scenes when we got married, where to go on our honeymoon, how you loved me, how you coaxed me. But time and time again, I failed.

The diving bird was sad and thought to himself: Why am I not waiting like this? Aren't I working hard right now? I can meet all of this. Why are you leaving when I can make it happen?

He gazed at the butterfly wistfully.

The butterfly said slowly: But the number of times it falls short is too much, and people will become numb.

The diving bird said: Are you numb?

The butterfly looked at him lightly, and said quietly: It's not numbness, it's that I don't think about it anymore. I think it's enough to have such a past with you, not to mention that we still have a child after all, we have already experienced it once, and I don't want to go through it a second time.

The room became so quiet that you could even hear the wind passing through the cracks in the walls outside the window.

The diving bird seemed to be thinking about what the butterfly had just said, and seemed to be immersed in his own heart. This kind of conversation is always unpleasant, butterflies don't like it, and diving birds don't like it, but why do you say such hurtful words?

Why can't we nest together in the quilt, hug each other warmly, and say some heart-warming love words?

At this moment, the diving bird wanted to go back to the quilt with the butterfly, just as the butterfly had just woken up, snuggling up to her body, listening to her heartbeat and her nose full of the scent of her hair. That's life.

Right now, in the cold, ice-cellar-like room, there was dead silence. It's not a pleasant thing for two people to be so indifferent to each other.

The diving bird suddenly said softly and in a low voice: Let's not talk about this, okay? Shall we sleep? You know, I've always had a secret in my heart that I don't dare to tell you, but I actually want to have another girl with you. I'm desperate for you to have me another baby.

As he spoke, he suddenly grinned.

He thought that these words would move the butterfly, but the butterfly was suddenly startled.

The diving bird was there alone: I always felt that a child was too lonely and lonely. You should also understand this, you and I are both children, and it is enough to be lonely from childhood to adulthood. I think if he had a sister or something, he wouldn't be as lonely as us in the future. I've never understood what it's like to have siblings at home, but I think it's nice to have a lively family. I thought, if you give birth to a girl, you will definitely look as good as you, what do you say?

The more he spoke, the more emotional he became, his spirit seemed to be happy, and the hand holding the butterfly began to become restless. Rubbing his arm up and down, his face slowly came up...... Butterfly visibly felt his excitement again, and seemed ready to take immediate action with her to conceive the child that had been imaginary.

The butterfly was shocked, for her, she had never thought of having another child at all.