It's really hard for him to face his own bear-like appearance, and he is still interested. Life is too lonely?

Butterfly blushed and said, "Something unpleasant happened last night, so I didn't sleep well."

Zhuang Yousheng asked: What happened?

The butterfly thought for a moment, and then justified herself: Actually, it's nothing.

These private lives can never be said, but when I think about it, a gloomy mist faintly rises in the butterfly's heart, which makes her clear heart very cloudy.

Zhuang Yousheng stared at her eyes carefully, of course, he could see the sporadic sadness hidden behind the dim eyes, but there were some things that were really inconvenient to ask, looked at it for a while, and then said: Are you doing well over there?

Actually, it's not good, but the butterfly teased and said, "Okay, good."

The coffee came, two fragrant cups, piping hot, and a few small plates of pastry cakes, which were placed neatly on the small round table. He also thoughtfully served a pot of fruit platters with watermelon, grapes, dragon fruit and longan. A bell of milk, a jar of sugar.

The butterfly didn't eat lunch in the first place, and she had eaten coffee with a loaf of bread before, but now she doesn't know where she ran to her stomach. Looking at the exquisite pastries, I was a little hungry.

However, the ladylike demeanor in front of this person is to be supported by death. Butterfly tried not to look at the pastries that were really quite tempting, and took the coffee gracefully and calmly. He pursed his lips at the waiter.

Zhuang Yousheng didn't put anything, but watched the butterfly add some milk. A delicate little spoon is stirred in the coffee.

Under his gaze, the butterfly felt that her fingers were a little insensitive. When she poured milk before, because of a fork in the hand, the milk was poured outside, oh, this is embarrassing, she raised her eyes timidly, and smiled stupidly at Zhuang Yousheng, Zhuang Yousheng swam a smile at the corner of his mouth, and then said in a shallow voice: Sugar or not?

The butterfly shook her head and said: I don't want sugar, if you eat too much, you will get fat.

Zhuang Yousheng seemed to say thoughtfully: Actually...... You could have gained a little fatter.

The butterfly's heart skipped a beat, and she said calmly: That's not possible. It's easy to be fat, but it's hard to be thin.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled again and said: Try this pastry, it tastes very good.

He is really empathetic, the butterfly is simply overjoyed, I saw that he sandwiched all kinds of fancy pieces and put them on the plate in front of the butterfly, but he didn't move a piece.

It is said that many men are not good at this mouthful, except for three meals a day and one meal of wine, they basically have no appetite. This life is really boring. In fact, in addition to rice, there are so many delicacies that are not aimed at the original duty of filling the stomach. A lot of good food just to make yourself happy.

The butterfly couldn't help but think: If the diving bird sits opposite each other like this, it must be two people with you and one with me, and they eat happily. It's just, hey-

Life is so helpless, why are people who think about it always close to the end of the world?

At first, the butterfly was still worried, but then it couldn't take care of that much, tasted a piece, it tasted very good, and in a blink of an eye the western pastry on the plate went into the stomach, and then contentedly picked up the hot coffee, blew it, and gently sipped it.

The camphor tree is one of the most planted tree species in the city. In the past, many roads were planted with those tall and stout plane trees, but at that time every summer was a disaster.

The caterpillars in the sky will inadvertently fall from the sky and fall on you, and many of them will twist and crawl on the ground, making people creepy to watch.

It is said that at that time, primary and secondary school students would have a special public welfare task every late spring, which was to dig up caterpillar eggs in the soil under the corner of the wall and in the roots of the trees, and a person could dig up a lot of them in an hour. At that time, the reason why everyone liked to use umbrellas in summer was to shade the sun and caterpillars.

Doesn't that sound weird now?

But that was the way it was. And another problem with plane trees is that they start to flutter in the fall.

Later, due to the above reasons, the city no longer planted plane trees on a large scale. Although the plane trees are really beautiful and romantic when they shade the sky, the wide and winding branches are very artistic, making the city's roads look really poetic.

Camphor trees are commonly planted on many roads, and the only benefit of this tree is that it does not grow insects. There is a special fragrance.

However, the characteristics of this camphor tree are also very strange, as soon as the weather is hot, the leaves fall off. In summer, if you walk under the camphor trees, you will not feel very cool and comfortable, because there is still a big hot head on the top of your head, and the hot light is shining on you, and there is no ambiguity at all.

This tree is no different from planting it. And this kind of tree grows very slowly, a year or two, three years have passed, and the tree is still nodding like a malnourished child.

Butterfly knew that the camphor tree at the gate of the community where she lived before nodded when she was still studying, and she later became a girl. Later, as soon as the road widening project arrived, these poor camphor trees were uprooted, and I don't know where they were gone.

To be honest, the city has spent a lot of time trying to plant what kind of trees to plant to match the city's taste, and to complement the city, but it seems that there is no suitable tree species to be planted. It's not as good as the cities in the south, the tall tropical trees of the same color, tall and proud, and the trunks of the trees go straight into the sky. There is no need to shade the sun, as long as it is beautiful.

The butterfly vaguely remembers that there is a road on both sides of the planted maple trees, which are beautiful, green in summer and fiery red in autumn.

At present, the camphor tree on this head can grow into such a flourishing and huge crown, I really don't know how many years have passed, maybe a few more times than the annual rings of this city.

However, after this long life, it is not easy to stand still. It has also seen the joys and sorrows of this city, if it knows, it is just a light sigh, the sea of people is vast, only affectionate and resentful, but it is the morning flower and sunset, and it must be obsessed. If you can't see through, it's your delusion. You can see through it, and you are free and easy.

When the butterfly looked up, it couldn't help but sigh and admire, at this time, the branches and leaves of the camphor tree had not yet fallen, half of them were rustling, half of them were scattered, but it was also unique. Just waiting for the leaves to fall, the person sitting under it has to hold up a parasol. Otherwise, the ground of this blue-striped stone will be hot, and it will roast people, and it will not be of use.

The butterfly drank the coffee, and the mood seemed to be happy with *.

At this time, Zhuang Yousheng returned to his seat, and he was called by an acquaintance to talk a little earlier. Butterfly sat alone, drinking half-cold coffee, eating the few snacks left, and the pot of fruit naturally became "come to my bowl" under her fork.