Zhuang Yousheng walked out of the butterfly's home, the sun was shining outside, the spring was strong, and he didn't feel in a good mood. Although I am a little hungry, the pleasure seems to fill my belly and make me feel less hungry. Thinking that I would go to that party tonight, I planned to go home for a break and change my clothes.

In fact, Zhuang Yousheng didn't sleep all night last night, after he settled the butterfly, he came to the living room, he was busy sending her to the hospital before, and he didn't take a closer look at the room, now he stood in the living room for a while, and it was really like a snow cave, nothing, not even a sofa. There is a tea table on the ground, facing two futons. There is a complete tea set on the tea table.

Fortunately, Zhuang You's temper is also a little weird, and he thinks this futon is very interesting. Thinking, I should make myself a pot of tea now, I wonder what good tea she has here?

Opened a glass tea jar and looked at the green tea. In the other glass jar is oolong, and Zhuang Yousheng chose oolong tea.

It smells okay, it's not the best, but it's also a good tea, and it seems that this girl also knows something about tea. Then he got up and went to the kitchen, boiling water in the little enamel kettle.

Waiting for the water, he leaned against the stove and thought about his thoughts for a while. Then he walked to the door of the bedroom and listened carefully, but there was no sound inside, presumably asleep. I made my own tea and sat on the futon and drank it.

There was already some hazy light outside, although the sky was still dark, but you could feel the kind of breaking power, the darkness was being overwhelmed and swallowed up little by little, and the light was forcing from all corners of the universe, and the earth rose with a thick morning fog that could not be dissolved. In the morning mist, many people are experiencing the most fragrant dreams of the night.

Zhuang Yousheng rarely dreams because he rarely sleeps.

At this time, he always chooses to be sober.

Although waking up is not a pleasant thing, the strange thing is that the later he goes to sleep, the purer his dreams become, and he can almost wake up without remembering them at all.

If he goes to bed early or sleeps too much, the dream will repeat the images of his early years of wandering, which makes him very painful.

He remembers a time when he almost fell to the point of being a homeless man, wandering the streets of America like a ghost every day, not knowing who he really was and what the meaning of life was.

Once he did climb to the top of a tall building, and the howling wind pierced his body like a sharp blade, and the city in the distance, the bustling city, the bustling paper-drunk, was a powerful mockery, all of which had nothing to do with him, and even once felt that the world had nothing to do with him.

He wanted to jump down like this that day, and he did have this urge at that time, looking at the abyss of the black hole below, as if there was some great attraction calling him.

But in the end, he still didn't do it, and he didn't know why, there seemed to be something unclear in his heart that he couldn't let go.

He finally slipped back to his studio, drank a large bottle of wine, and fell asleep in the early morning.

Back to reality, he walked out onto the balcony, a chill he had, but the kind of feeling he liked. At the moment, the downfall of the year has nothing to do with him, although he will always think about it, but that feeling is like watching the experience of someone else coldly, how paradoxical is life?

How tranquil, how strange, that he had crossed the ocean and returned to his own land, but he was facing the same deep night as in the United States. It's just that tonight is clearly different.

Because tonight, I was actually drinking tea in a room of a girl I didn't know very well.

And for this girl, because of this short contact, I suddenly had a strange feeling.

He couldn't tell what he was going to do, but he just wanted to go with it. It feels like I've suddenly walked into a strange place, with beautiful scenery, but I don't know what the world is.

He hopes to find his new realm through this subtle thread. It's really something to look forward to.

At dawn, he squinted against the wall for a while, and when the sun was rising, he woke up again, stood up, moved his limbs briefly, opened the refrigerator and found that there was nothing to eat in it, so he went to the kitchen cupboard and looked at it, found some rice, and thought that it would be good to boil some porridge.

At the moment when he was boiling porridge, he thought: This girl really doesn't know what kind of life she is living, and she doesn't prepare anything at home. It's clean, it's clean, but it doesn't feel like a place to live at home.

After thinking about it, it's no wonder that a girl is different from a married woman after all, she doesn't need to face that kind of messy married life. This is indeed very similar to myself.

Butterfly has been sick for a week, and she has been cured, and this week's work has fallen a lot, and she finally went to work, and a lot of things are waiting for her to complete.

Butterflies are fully engaged in their work all day, and in the evening, everyone else is off work, and Butterfly is still busy in front of the computer alone.

She ordered herself a takeout, and when the editor-in-chief suddenly walked out of the office and saw her, he said half-jokingly: "Beware of not getting tired anymore?" Otherwise, there will be more work. ”

Butterfly smiled and said, "No." It's all good. ”

The editor-in-chief walked over, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Don't work too late." I still have something to do, shall I go first? ”

Butterfly suddenly thought of Zhuang Yousheng, the money for medical treatment had not been given to him, and he was really a little upset, so he took the initiative to call him. Zhuang Yousheng didn't care, saying that he didn't have to, just that little money was nothing.

The butterfly became stubborn and said, "How embarrassing is this." You helped take care of me, I don't know how to thank me, this money for medical treatment doesn't make sense for you to pay for me. ”

Zhuang Yousheng was silent for a while, and said, "If you definitely want to give it back to me, it's okay, you can invite me to dinner." ”

Butterfly didn't expect him to say this, but she was stunned, obviously she had set herself up. However, since he wanted to repay the favor of others, he couldn't refuse here, so he could only bite the bullet and look very generous, saying, "Okay, I'll invite you to dinner." We-"

"I'll decide the place." Zhuang Yousheng said it bluntly and unceremoniously.

Butterfly's heart suddenly became very awkward, she was the master, but she was a guest, but she couldn't help it on the surface, and said with a smile: "Okay, you can decide the location." What about time? ”

Butterfly thought: I'm not afraid that you will blackmail me, it's just a big deal to spend more money.

Zhuang Yousheng pondered for a moment and said, "This Saturday night." ”

The butterfly said to herself, "Okay, it's Saturday." ”

Zhuang Yousheng said: "I will come to pick you up when the time comes, you just wait at home." ”