That night, the butterfly thought about death again.

The first time I thought of death was in the back seat of Fan Fan's crazy motorcycle, and his love had spread and gushed into a kind of resentment and indignation. Butterfly's idea at the time was simple: if you want to die, I'll be with you.

Since they didn't go into the death high-speed together, breaking up was the next natural step.

Butterfly would always think about it afterwards, and she felt that Fan Fan let her go in the end, which was a little surprised, indicating that she still hadn't been able to see him clearly, at least there was a point in his inner world that was a blind spot for her, a strange place that she had never touched.

In fact, Fan Fan didn't think that if we can't be together in life, then let's die together! And that's a kind of fulfillment.

But in the end, he really flinched. It seems that there is something in his life that involves him, and he can't leave it yet.

The relationship between him and the butterfly ended completely at that moment, even if there was still an intersection later, it was only because of the broken roots.

Later, he went bungee jumping as a kind of sacrifice mode of death.

Not for the butterfly, but for the death of the experience of love before the sacrifice, tragic and heroic. (See Volume I)

This time, the butterfly thought of death again, no longer the fearless and heroic that can sing and cry, but the sorrow and endless sorrow of the soul.

The eternal pain of facing loved ones. Unspeakable, but it makes you feel lonely all the time and want to go crazy.

The real time made the butterfly have a desire to leave this world with Zhuang Yousheng, and willingly disappear together and float to some end of the world, just like the nameless beach in "Pirates of the Caribbean", wandering together and lonely together. No matter how lonely you are, you are also lonely together.

She wanted to go to Hong Kong to see how Zhuang Yousheng was doing, but she felt that Zhuang Youyu didn't mention this stubble, and it seemed that she just didn't want to go by herself. She also knew that this trip would definitely trouble them a lot, so it was a little difficult for her to make this request.

Besides, Zhuang Yousheng is not dead after all, in the legal sense, he is still a living person, and it seems that he is not so anxious about this need. If he really passed away, then Zhuang Youyu would definitely take the initiative to let her go to Hong Kong to see him for the last time and give him his last ride. After all, they are husband and wife, and it is always up to the butterflies to decide what happens after their death and what happens when they are buried.

Don't want her to go, there are always reasons for them. Butterfly is not a person who is very competitive with personal feelings, and when she feels the coldness of others, she naturally takes a step back with interest.

She thought: When will I see him again in this life?

She raised her eyes, which had been bewitched by tears, and looked out the window, the dark night, then got up and boiled herself a kettle of water, took out the tea caddy from the cupboard, and waited for the water to boil, she was in a daze. After the water boiled, he made a pot of tea, walked gently through the long hall with a teacup, and sat down on a futon on the balcony.

She had forgotten to close the balcony window, the floor was a little damp, but she didn't care, the steaming teacup seemed to warm her heart, but only for the moment.

The next few days passed quickly and unconsciously, and soon Zhikite was about to enter elementary school from kindergarten, and Butterfly was busy preparing him for all kinds of preparations before entering elementary school.

On this day, the butterfly was busy with everything, and took the kite home, because the weather was good, so she let him play in the garden downstairs, and sat on a wooden leisure bench and looked at his phone.

Dinner is very simple because it is roughly ready, so you just need to put it on the rice cooker and heat it up again. Vegetables are naturally more casual and simple, one person and one pot of vegetables and fruits, vegetables are cold purslane dried tofu, fruits are small tomatoes and cherries. Among the fruits that butterflies like, in addition to strawberries, are cherries.

When I was visiting the vegetable market in the afternoon, I saw a fruit shop just unloading, and a whole box of large cherries was taken off the truck, purple red, shiny, very greedy. Butterfly bought a lot of cherry wine that she couldn't eat, and she planned to make some cherry wine by herself this year.

She couldn't remember when, where, but she seemed to have drunk cherry wine once, and the taste was still fresh in her memory. After making sake, you can taste the cherries for a long time, so that you won't be able to eat cherries after this season.

She suddenly glanced at the kite, saw him crazy in the middle of a group of little people, and suddenly looked up at the sky, and the feeling of the breeze on her face made her feel a kind of fluttering. It seems that when she was a little girl, she took her father's rough big hand, yelled to see the dog in the woods, and gave the greasy and dirty scallion pancake in her hand to the dog.

A while ago, Zhi Kite begged the butterfly to raise a small animal, but the butterfly was busy with other things at the time, so he ignored his stubble. At this moment, she suddenly remembered again, yes, the kite also likes small animals, and likes cats the most, but cats are wild by nature. Or, raise a rabbit and the rabbit will be quiet. Butterflies love quiet animals.

I was thinking about going to the Internet one day to see if there was a person looking for an adopted rabbit, and suddenly I heard someone behind me trembling in a voice, a little hoarse and low, very careful and depressed, it seemed to be a little uncertain, but some kind of force drove the desperate call out, it was simply a kind of low roar: Wuji? ——

When the butterfly heard the sound, she turned around and saw a man standing not far away, a man who had been so familiar once upon a time - a diving bird.

The butterfly was surprised, but soon it was not surprised, and its face was as calm as a windless lake, quiet and secluded.

The butterfly replied lightly: It's me, Ying Shuying.