While drinking tea, he talked about an inconsequential gossip, talking about the old horses, and the diving bird said that there was no contact with the old horses after eating last time, and it was estimated that he had gone somewhere to wander again.

Speaking of zygotes, the two of them look at each other with amusement. Talking and talking about how interesting the old man was before, those old things that were almost rotten were actually poured out, full of indescribable warmth, but in this late autumn afternoon, the two of them felt indescribably cordial.

This is the second time that the diving bird has visited her home since the death of her father, and it has been a gap of five years.

Looking at the room basically no change, and looking at the butterflies carefully, I can't say what has changed, it seems to be more moving, and the faint charm between the eyebrows is very evocative.

Butterflies were also looking at him, intentionally or unintentionally, and occasionally the two suddenly looked at each other, somewhat against their will, and then avoided each other's gaze. When the diving bird saw a goldfish in the tank, he smiled and said, "Why is there only one fish?"

The butterfly muttered: If you don't raise it well, it's all dead.

In the winter, the fish gradually stopped eating, and the water did not get dirty. Butterflies now hardly have to change their water often, and gradually forget about changing the water, and become more and more lazy. However, although the water was a little dirty, the fish did not care, and was still very fast, but at dusk it would stop in the water and not move much.

The diving bird said, "I also want to raise some animals, what kind of animals do you say?"

The butterfly thought for a moment and said: It's good to keep an animal, but if you're really busy at work, it's better not to keep it, after all, you have to spend time taking care of it. You know what responsibility is when you raise it.

The diving bird nodded and said, "Yes, I'm too busy now, I'll talk about it when I'm free." Raise some animals that don't bother you.

Butterfly Man said: What is not annoying animal?

The diving bird suddenly said: Is it annoying to raise a person?

The butterfly was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: Do you say it's annoying? I'm just afraid of raising people, so I don't get married.

The diving bird's face changed slightly, and he picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea. He has never drunk tea often, and he is a little uncomfortable with this bitter tea.

After drinking, he gently put down the teacup, looked at the butterfly a little thoughtfully and said: Aren't people getting married just for children?

Butterfly lowered her head, this question, to be honest, she didn't know how to discuss it with him. The two of them finally met, why did they discuss this inappropriate topic? I also wondered in my heart, why did I discuss the matter of children inexplicably? Could it be that he already wants to raise a child? But—

In the eyes of the butterfly, he is still a teenager, although he has experienced ups and downs over the years, but after all, he is still young, why do you always think about such old things when you are young?

Child? Hey, the butterfly sighed softly.

The butterfly asked, "Is your new home far from here?"

He stared at the butterfly, and suddenly left his sight, as if he was still immersed in the conversation just now, and suddenly changed the topic so that he couldn't come back to his senses, and only after a while did he say in a tone that was not light or heavy: It's okay, if you walk, I estimate that it will take more than half an hour, and I ride a bicycle very close. However, I had to carry the car to the fifth floor, which was really difficult. I'm going to find a carport another day, and that's fine.

Throughout the afternoon, the first rain of early winter suddenly fell outside, although it was not heavy, but the weather was dull, the light was dim, and before dusk, there was a feeling of loneliness.

The water in the teapot was bubbling hot, and the butterflies faced the diving birds like this, and there was an indescribable sense of calm in their hearts.

When the two of them are together, that's it, there aren't too many rippling sparks, just soft tranquility and a long time. Looking at each other like this, it seems that they can fill the secluded pit in their hearts, and then they are filled with happiness.

For a long time, neither of them spoke, and the room became very quiet, and the diving bird sat there with his head down, and the butterfly wondered what he would be thinking. Then the diving bird will suddenly raise its head and look at the butterfly with speculation. That kind of indifference, like a floating cloud on the horizon, makes people can't see through it, and it's not clear.

Butterfly suddenly felt that after all, the diving bird had changed a little from the young man who worked together before, and he couldn't say it clearly, only in his heart.

He suddenly said faintly: When I lived in that place before, I often thought that it was really far away from you.

Suddenly, he smiled slyly again, and said, "Now it's good, it's near, we can, we can see each other often."

With that, he looked at the butterfly infatuatedly, eager to get some kind of affirmation from her. Butterfly lowered her head at this time, poured him tea, and said, "But, aren't you far from work here?" ”

He hesitated and said, "Yes, it's a little farther to work." There was a palpable sense of disappointment in his tone.

Suddenly, he became very arrogant and said: "The place I used to live in is beautiful, I like to ride on the riverside road every day, and this place is not beautiful at all." There is very little greenery. It's dirty in the community. ”

Butterfly listened, bit her lip, and felt a little unhappy, since you don't like here, why did you move here, and I didn't force you to move here? You moved in all of a sudden?

It's just that he still controls it, and he didn't let the words slip out, so he pressed it in his heart.

However, the soft smile on his face just now was obviously much lighter, as if it had been hidden by a dark cloud.

For this question, the butterfly has no interface to continue.

She was also afraid that she would accidentally say something unpleasant.

Finally, everyone meet, don't break up unhappily.

However, Butterfly wanted to keep him for dinner or something, but suddenly he became interested, and felt that he seemed to be wishful thinking. When he moved over, he couldn't even find a north, which also seemed too unreserved, although he knew that he liked each other in his heart, but he didn't like it without self-esteem.

The butterfly is cold here, and the diving bird over there certainly feels it. He was also a little unhappy in his heart, thinking, isn't that so? I moved here for you, and you can't say it? I've done all this hard, it's time for you to pay? Are you doing this to me? Isn't that too much of a disappointing for me?

To say that these two people are such tempers, as soon as they are cold, they all become cold. Only the teapot was still steaming.

The two fell into a long silence.

That night, Butterfly finally didn't open his mouth to let him eat, in fact, Butterfly didn't know what to leave him for dinner, he usually ate some raw and cold food, extremely simple, and not used to cooking, so he didn't mention it.