Butterfly couldn't explain to him his three views on marriage, first of all, this was no longer important, and secondly, under the complicated circumstances at that time, it was really not clear. She was already feeling a little tired, and like the kite, she was a little uncomfortable once she broke her daily routine. She wanted to end the long dinner quickly, and then take herself back to the world that belonged to the two of them, and continue the daily dog-like "circle" cycle.

However, diver birds don't think so.

He seemed to want to get the answer and the reason for the years he had been alone for so many years for no reason.

He firmly believes that everything should have a reason. It's as if there was no reason for her to leave like this. Butterflies have apparently been dodging the crux of the question. He struggled to figure out how he could pry the joint point out of her mouth.

On the other hand, he was still thinking that it was too late, and he might have allowed to leave the mother and son for the night. There were spare rooms, and he could have let them spend the night with him. It was this selfishness that he deliberately delayed time.

It is precisely because of this hidden eye that he is willing to go home, not afraid of bothering to cook by himself, instead of trying to save trouble and go to the restaurant to solve it.

Of course, he had already seen the crumbling kites and some butterflies sleepwalking on the dinner table, and he thought: if it was too late, she would have agreed to stay. As long as the kite stays, then she will stay.

How he longed for them to stay, and this house could finally stop being just him and Qianqian who were alone every long night.

He's still serving butterflies soup. A thick curry soup with the delicious taste of deep-sea crab.

The butterfly shirked and said, "Don't hold it, I can't eat it."

The diving bird became tender at this moment and said: You will like this soup if you taste it. Just drink a little bit and taste it.

The butterfly is a little difficult, the sweetness of the coconut sago is still in the throat, she is a person who doesn't eat much, and once she eats too much, the whole person will be sluggish, which can be regarded as a full inheritance of her excellent genes.

In the past, Zhuang Yousheng often laughed at the two of them because of this, and after eating, both of them were like wood carving clay sculptures, one big and one small bear and two bears. Even if the butterfly sits there with its head propped up and barely in spirit, it can be seen at a glance that it is already seriously distracted. Therefore, butterflies generally only eat until they are full. There are still three points to keep the spirit head.

But the diving bird had already served a bowl for her, fortunately, not a bowl, but a small half bowl, the buttery soup, the butterfly didn't know how to refuse. She stared blankly at the soup in front of her, wondering if she could go home after drinking this bowl of soup?

The diving bird said at this time: Is he good to you?

The butterfly came back to her senses, smiled and said: Very good, others are very good, the most important thing is to have a good temper.

The diving bird said: How did it happen? What are you going to do with him? Isn't the cost of treatment cheap in Hong Kong?

Butterfly pondered for a moment and said: Thinking back to the events of that day today, I still can't accept it, it's too sudden, but the thing has come out, and I can only accept the reality. As for the intentions? What do I have to do? That's it, he's being treated there anyway, and his brother and sister-in-law are taking care of him, I think there should be no problem, and it doesn't matter if it's cost. He left a lot of money with me. I think maybe one day he'll wake up—

The diving bird suddenly chased: If you really can't wake up, where can you wake up?

The butterfly seemed to have been stung by something, and suddenly raised its head, and looked at the front of it with great amazement, and its eyes darkened again, and then it let out a long sigh, and said: To be honest, I really don't know—

In fact, the butterfly has asked itself countless times to ask this question from the diving bird, but it has never been able to find an answer, and if it does not go that far, it may never have an answer.

People's hearts always habitually give themselves a reason to escape: Zhuang Yousheng is still alive. That's all the reason to run away. So Butterfly always expects him to wake up again, get up, return to himself, and continue the life that he once did not end. Or that he didn't give it to him before, and then gave it all back to him to make up for the lack of the past.

But if he sleeps like that forever, how should he face this embarrassing situation? She didn't dare to think about it, she retreated directly from this step, forget it, she didn't want to, since she hadn't reached that step yet, why bother to disturb her mind like this?

Should you be confident and wait for the day when we meet again? Isn't that so? Yes, that's right, that's what I said to the kite. The kite thinks the same way. Therefore, the mother and son are also very happy every day, a little silly happy, as if that day will come at any time, as if that day will really come.

Today, the diving bird suddenly asked like this, which is meaningful, and inexplicably poked his dark spot, and he was in a trance for a while, as if he was deceiving himself every day in the past, if he could wake up, maybe he should have woken up a long time ago, waiting is just waiting, a beautiful prayer.

As if seeing the truth of reality, she was a little depressed, and what she had been looking forward to would always come to naught.

So she didn't hold back, and sighed very sadly. This sigh made the diving bird sitting in front of him sad.

The diving bird said: Shouldn't you think more about yourself and your children?

The butterfly hung her head, a little confused, and muttered: I really don't know, I don't want to think about these things. Now I live a good life every day, nothing bad, you may not know, he gave birth to him, he left me a lot of money, this money is enough for the rest of my life. You just asked me if he was good to me, and to be honest, I didn't know if he was good to me before. It's just a step-by-step life every day. He doesn't talk much, and most of the time we always have our own business. He paints and reads, I am busy with mine, he is quiet and never interferes with my life. Over the years I have lived with him, my biggest feeling is that I can still live in my own world, and my world does not have to change because of him. He doesn't want me to change for him, or rather, because I have to change because I get married, because two people have to change for each other when they are together, they have to become tolerant of each other, accommodate each other, and start complaining and angry and blaming each other if something goes wrong. He never cares about my laziness, doesn't care about my loneliness, doesn't care about my emotions are hot and cold, always stays quietly in my life, I don't know how to describe him? I thought that might be his character. Even I thought he might be the same for his ex-wife. This is true for anyone. However, since he was no longer with me, I suddenly realized that he was really, really good to me. He was like that because he was selflessly tolerating me, tolerating all my willfulness, temper, and vexatiousness. He doesn't ask for me because he asks for it all. Now when I think about it, I don't even know what to do. …… If you don't say it, it's useless to say it, and you don't understand it.

The diving bird looked at her silently for a while, and when he saw that she looked a little sad, he began to feel unbearable when he looked at it, and looked at the kite next to him, and said: I'll take him up and lie down for a while, you see, he's almost asleep—

The butterfly immediately woke up from her sad mood and stopped her and said, "No, it's not early, he should be ready to go to bed at this time, it's late today, or we should go back."

The diving bird couldn't help but say, he had already picked up the kite, went straight upstairs, and said as he walked: It's okay, let's sleep here for a while, let's talk about something, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Anyway, I'll send it to you when the time comes, so you can sit back and relax.

The butterfly wanted to say something, but the kite had already been carried upstairs by him, so he could only watch like this. The diving bird directly carried the kite back to his room, put it on the bed, and without taking off his clothes, he pulled his own quilt over him, and then leaned to the side, with the help of the wall lamp, and looked carefully......