Don't look at Zhuang Yousheng as a painter, he is definitely elegant, but his face is thicker than the city wall.

After Gao Ruohan retreated, many of the next things were operated by Zhuang Yousheng. He asked the butterfly very seriously and carefully, what brand, what size, what function, he was calm and calm, did not move, and asked without changing his face, but the butterfly was blushing here, and he didn't care about any shame or shame to explain one by one. A few times, there are no little mysteries on the butterfly that he doesn't know.

In the end, he is a man who has been experienced, it is really extraordinary, although he has never given birth to a child, but the kind of work is neat and neat, and his clear and decisive style quickly made him familiar with the whole process, and quickly mastered the matter of giving birth to a baby, and quickly solved all the difficulties of the butterfly.

Asking him to do things really saves the butterfly a lot of worry, and you can feed the kite with peace of mind.

After really going through all this, she realized how naïve and ridiculous her idea was.

The process of going through is panicked and tedious, and the endless things that emerge even make you feel hopeless. However, Zhuang Yousheng can see clearly on the side, and can always calmly tell the butterfly what to do.

Butterfly, the immature captain, slanted and slanted, propped up the boat, so that it would not overturn, all thanks to a good helmsman by his side. These butterflies are truly grateful.

Every afternoon and evening, when I am alone with Zhuang Yousheng, looking at him, I do have a different feeling. That kind of kindness springs up from the depths of my heart. Several times, she couldn't help but want to hold his big hand and touch herself. But then it was not done. She was still a little scared and worried. I'm afraid that once this barrier is crossed, the strange feeling between them will change.

You must know that Butterfly is far less proud and confident in herself than in the past, and she feels a little inferior and cowardly in the face of him.

Although Zhuang Yousheng would look at herself deeply, she would only quietly look away, not daring to touch the soft moment. That tenderness is nothing more than an invisible net that binds itself again on top of each other. She was afraid that she would jump into a deep pit again, burying the last bit of her conceit in life.

At the moment, she is still cautiously guarding Chu Han's side.

If the butterfly does not move, Zhuang Yousheng will definitely not take the liberty of violating it.

Butterflies know this. After all these years of contact, she can be regarded as understanding this man, and his conceit is more powerful than herself. The reason why he agreed that Butterfly did not have sex was because he also minded it, and he hoped that Butterfly would be of his own will, not that he would force it.

Yes, Zhuang Yousheng is a big net waiting for butterflies to fall into the net, he is patient, persistent, absolutely confident, and persevering.

For Zhuang Yousheng, of course he is not in a hurry. People are living in their own homes, and it is only a matter of time before they move their hearts. How could he, who had an extremely keen eye for everything, not notice the subtle changes in the butterfly's body, her panic, trembling and shyness, which showed that she was slowly unable to help herself.

Many nights, he returned to his room from the staircase, sat in the studio, picked up the brush again, and his mind flashed back to the twilight of butterflies, and he smiled secretly and painted all these brushstrokes on the curtain......

The first person to call was Zhuang Yousheng. This made the butterfly startled, and also made Zhuang Yousheng who was present stunned.

That day, Butterfly and Zhuang Yousheng were talking on the edge of the fish pond after dinner, Zhuang Yousheng was wearing a family dress, and today he went home very early, because school was fine in the afternoon. After working in his studio for a long time, he came to the restaurant to eat. Dinner was very simple, three dishes and one soup, and some millet and red date porridge were boiled, which was specially equipped for butterflies. The two finished their meal in silence, then put away the dishes and chopsticks, and chatted with the fish in the courtyard.

It's the middle of summer, and a pond of koi fish is very fat, and they will swim to the surface when they see people coming.

The butterfly sat on the bench at the door of the house with the kite in her arms, watching Zhuang Yousheng feed the fish. The kite, which was biting its fingers, suddenly opened its mouth and screamed: Bang bang.

Although the stutter was very indistinct, the voice was very loud, and it was clearly called: Dad.

The butterfly was startled. I can actually speak.

Zhuang Yousheng was stunned when he heard this, and then turned his head to look at the butterfly. The butterfly also looked at Zhuang Yousheng, and then the two of them intersected their eyes on the kite at the same time. There he was very happy and continued to speak his own language: papa, papa,...... Bang Bang ......

Butterfly couldn't help but laugh and said, "Look, he can actually call Daddy." Come on, call a mom to try it?

No matter how patiently the butterfly teaches, the kite will just scream: pop. Dead or alive don't call mom. Butterfly later gave up helplessly, looked at Zhuang Yousheng with a confused face, and said: You are still treated well, he will only call Dad, not Mom. It's a shame that my mother serves him every day.

Zhuang Yousheng looked at the mother and son, and he was very emotional at this moment.

Zhuang Yousheng was able to generously accept the butterfly mother and child, purely because he liked butterflies, and as for the kite, he watched him be born, but he didn't feel much. This is a child who has nothing to do with him, and besides, Zhuang Yousheng is not a person who likes children by nature. Fortunately, the kite is very magically well-behaved, and the crying and making noise is always in moderation, and every time the three of them are together, he will be unusually quiet and steady.

Therefore, these days, it has not caused Zhuang Yousheng any disgust. I don't like it, I don't get bored, it's very peaceful.

Butterflies are generally very interesting, and they will not deliberately let the kite contact Zhuang Yousheng, of course, to observe whether Zhuang Yousheng is bored. Most of the time, the butterfly is playing with the kite by himself, Zhuang Yousheng will coldly stretch out his hand to touch the kite, just touch it, the butterfly will look at them with a dry smile, Zhuang Yousheng just looks at it expressionlessly, and then diverts the topic and says something else to the butterfly. They don't talk about the child at all, because he has no interest in it at all.

Butterflies understand well. If it were her, she would have done the same.

Speaking from the bottom of her heart, she has always been disgusted with those mothers who hold their children and don't play and talk about their cubs, as if their children are amazing babies in the world.

In fact, all living beings are the same, but there is one more walking passerby in this world.

Why do mothers make such a fuss about what happens to their children every day? In fact, these are all things that every child will experience, and ordinary ones can't be more ordinary.

In the eyes of the butterfly, she also looked at the kite very casually, and she didn't have much hope for him, she just hoped that he would be happy in this world.