That evening, Zhuang Yousheng took the butterfly and the kite to the sunset garden on the outskirts of the city for dinner. When going out, the butterfly still wants to change her clothes again, but for some reason the butterfly is a little unaccustomed to wearing such a bright run to the public. When she was about to go upstairs, Zhuang Yousheng stopped her and asked her: Gone? What else is there to rub into?

The butterfly replied a little shyly: You wait a while, I'll go change my clothes.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't know when he had walked behind her, and said word for word: What are you doing changing clothes?

There was a feeling of doubt in his eyes, obviously baffled by her excessive behavior.

The butterfly turned her head, looked at him, and involuntarily lowered her head, saying: Just wear this out? That's-what-I'm just playing at home today......

The butterfly didn't wait to finish speaking, and wanted to go upstairs, but before she could take a step, she was pulled back by Zhuang Yousheng, and only heard him say: It's not very good-looking, I don't need to change it, so I wear this out. You're usually black and white, so old-fashioned, in fact, I've always wanted to talk about you, but I'm afraid you'll be unhappy to hear it.

The butterfly was surprised and said, "I'm not a young girl anymore, this color is too jumpy, too tender."

Zhuang Yousheng said: I think you look better in this color than those young girls in our school.

The butterfly said, "But—

Zhuang Yousheng looked very happy, and said leisurely: Besides, if you don't wear it, why do you buy it? It's rare that you look so good, even if it's to eat with me today!

The butterfly tried to break free of his hand, but Zhuang Yousheng pulled her down the stairs with a smile on his face. The butterfly's mouth kept saying: How old am I?

Zhuang Yousheng said: How old is it? Seventy or eighty? You don't see some old people abroad, who are still dressed more fashionably than young people at their age. Are you not old? In the United States, they treat you as a minor.

When Butterfly heard this, she couldn't help laughing and said: Yousheng, I didn't expect you to be quite good at nonsense, and you are still a minor, you can tell you, aren't you laughing at me?

Zhuang Yousheng is saying seriously: I'm definitely not joking, you go and look at those girls in Europe and the United States, teenagers are in the mood for love, once they are twenty years old, the whole person seems to have been injected with a trigger, and the aging speed is absolutely amazing. Girls in their twenties look like our aunts here. This is better for our Oriental women. Are you? It can be regarded as the best of them.

The butterfly sneered, pushed Zhuang Yousheng in front of him and said: I usually look at your serious appearance, it turns out that it is all fake, and you will say such sweetheart words. The flesh is numb!

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the butterfly stupidly and said: I have never said such a thing to other women, only to you alone.

The butterfly is like a spirit, saying, "Is it winter?" Why is it so cold?

Zhuang Yousheng took half a step towards the butterfly, leaned closer to her, unspeakably affectionate, and said in a low voice: Wuji, I am true-

Out of the corner of the butterfly's eyes, she saw that Zhi Kite ran to the garage alone, so she immediately left Zhuang Yousheng and stopped Ji Kite: Wait! Don't run that fast! Beware of the steps!

Zhuang Yousheng was a little stunned, watching the butterfly catch up with the kite all the way.

When the butterfly catches up with the kite, she says, "What is a man doing in the garage so fast?" Mom's bag hasn't been taken yet.

"Mom, I just heard someone outside the garage.

The butterfly smacked for a moment and said, "Really?" Why didn't I hear that?

The kite said, "You and Dad are talking." I heard a car stop outside, but I drove away.

Butterfly twisted his nose and said, "Maybe it's a car passing by."

Zhi Kite stared at the butterfly with big eyes and said, "No, the car was parked in front of our house."

Butterfly didn't have the heart to mess with him, so she quickly dispelled his illusion and said: Okay, since the car has already driven away, it means that it is not looking for our family. Okay, we're ready to go, have you ever used the toilet? Don't say you want to go to the toilet halfway through the opening, it's your most annoying every time.

The butterfly's whole mind was still stuck at the moment when Zhuang Yousheng looked at him affectionately just now, what did he say "true"? What exactly is the second half? Now, the time has passed, and I can't ask him what he just wanted to say. But looking back, his expression, his color, and the way he wanted to speak and stopped, it was very interesting.

Butterfly changed her shoes while reminiscing, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt regretful that she didn't hear the second half. Only one foot had been replaced, and the other had not yet been replaced, and the man leaned on the shoe cabinet, thoughtfully stunned.

Zhuang Yousheng came over from behind and shouted to her: What's wrong? Let's go!

Today, when Zhuang Yousheng saw the butterfly-like butterfly, his mood suddenly became very good. The butterflies you see every day are either a white butterfly, a black butterfly, or an occasional gray butterfly. Although I can't say anything wrong, it's really boring after watching it for a long time. Not only does Butterfly not like makeup, but now she doesn't even have makeup. On her dressing table was the black laptop, and a stack of books like "The Second Sex" and "The Decline of the West."

Isn't this woman too scary?

Occasionally, Zhuang Yousheng and Butterfly take the kite to go shopping outside, and when they pass by the cosmetics counter with fragrant and big-headed celebrity posters, Zhuang Yousheng will ask Butterfly intentionally or unintentionally, do you want to take a look and buy some cosmetics?

Zhuang Yousheng really wants to buy some makeup for the butterfly, just like most men, to help choose, if the butterfly needs his opinion, he also wants to give his opinion on women's makeup.

For his wife, butterfly, he has long gone through a serious aesthetic experience. As a senior painter's old spicy gaze, butterflies are naturally beautiful, with strange bones, and they are just a beauty. It doesn't need much decoration, but it's even more amazing if you add a touch of polish to it.

Of course, butterflies aren't perfect. The only fly in the ointment is that the hair is too light. Not only are the eyebrows too light, but the hair is not jet-black, but is naturally biased towards light brown. Because the skin is so white, it is a transparent white, and you can almost see the dense blood vessels underneath, and sometimes it can't help but look slightly blue.

If you can downplay the indigo, put on the lip gloss, and put on the blush, oh, everything seems to be perfect.

But, in fact, there is no such opportunity at all. The tenacious no-makeup habit of butterflies made Zhuang Yousheng feel helpless and desperate.

For Zhuang Yousheng's proposal, the butterfly smiled dumbly and said, what to see? I bought it and didn't use it, and I killed it for nothing. Now there is only an unknown age of lipstick in the drawer, and there is a corpse there!