Just said: Actually, it's average, Dad is more tight. Personally, I was more into biology and as a child I always wanted to grow up and become a zoo keeper.

Zhuang Yousheng sighed and felt very surprised: Do you want to be a breeder?

Butterfly nodded and said: Yes, I have loved animals since I was a child, and I have no pressure with animals, and I am very happy.

Zhuang Yousheng said: So what animal do you want to raise?

Butterfly thought about it and said: Actually, I don't know it myself, but that's what I thought when I was a child, and I felt very envious when I saw that people could have cats and dogs at home, but my father just didn't agree. In fact, I have been feeding those stray animals in the community before, and I feel very happy to see them walk away when they are full.

Zhuang Yousheng said: Are you still feeding?

The butterfly's eyes flashed brightly, and she said, "Yes, I secretly put some food, I am afraid of being laughed at, so I have been putting food in a very hidden place."

Zhuang Yousheng suddenly thought curiously: How come I never knew? So every day, what else do I don't know about?

Sometimes Zhuang Yousheng really wants to know what butterflies are busy with at home every day, and he even occasionally longs for butterflies to suddenly call him at some point in time, but he never has. As soon as he stepped out of this house every day, the world between them was divided. It turned out that she was still feeding the small animals, but he was very strange that she didn't take one home to raise. Some feed stray animals, and there are a bunch of small animals at home, jumping up and down every day, which is very lively and busy.

Zhuang Yousheng was very surprised that butterflies still had such a hobby, and he still had such an ideal in life when he was a child. It's not grand at all, but it's a lovely one.

Probably everyone will have an ideal when they are young, whether it is realistic or not, it is a vision: doctors, judges, writers, generals, diplomats, ordinary people such as teachers, whether it is realized or not is another matter, but it is more or less a little motivation in the process of growing up in life.

Or, there are people who don't have any ideals and don't know what they want to do. They just want to live happily, be happy every day, eat, drink and have fun. There is no ideal, and in the end, you can embark on a career path of your own, it doesn't matter whether you are noble or low, but relying on everyone's life, living in humility or living in wealth, no one can tell who is planning behind it.

Zhuang Yousheng thought: What was his ideal when he was a child?

Painter? In fact, he never wanted to become a painter, painting was just a hobby. Hobbies are not the same as ideals. In fact, he didn't think he had any ideals when he was a child.

At that time, the family hoped that he could enter politics, no matter what he was, if he could shine on the lintel, even if the ancestral tomb was smoking. Because in the eyes of scholars at that time, there was only one kind of person, that is, the person who was an official. As a scholarly family, it has always been the regret of the ancestors who have not been able to make a breakthrough in their careers, and of course, this regret has become a strong hope and wish, which can only be pinned on the descendants of future generations.

Obviously, no matter how many books you read, you can't serve the country, and it's in vain to read them.

However, now, he is still a commoner and has not changed the political outlook of the family. Perhaps, the ancestors of heaven sat together, and when they talked about this, they couldn't help but sigh.

However, it was really unexpected and funny to hear the butterfly say that he was inspired to be a breeder when he was a child.

He said: To be a breeder, you don't need to read so many books.

Butterfly said slowly: I don't like to study, but my father is a university professor, and he said that I must finish my studies.

Zhuang Yousheng said: Then how did you become a reporter later?

Butterfly said: I really don't know what to do, and I always feel that being a journalist is more free. I don't like the 9-to-5 job, I like the no-holds-barred work environment. In fact, many of my college classmates were teachers. But I don't want to be a teacher, when I was a kid, my least favorite thing was a teacher, you know, being a teacher, sometimes teachers are really hypocritical.

Zhuang Yousheng smiled and said: Your father is also a teacher, your aunt Gao is also a teacher, and now, as a husband and a teacher, you can offend many people if you fight with this rod.

The butterfly stuck out her tongue and said, "Daddy doesn't care, he always knew that I didn't want to see the teacher." Aunt Gao, she doesn't care, you, you're not a teacher, you're a painter.

Zhuang Yousheng squeezed her hand fiercely and said: You will still be flamboyant.

In fact, Butterfly is a good word, for Zhuang Yousheng, serving as a professor at the Academy of Fine Arts is also for the sake of his friend's face, and furthermore, having a good income and providing a good working environment is a good choice, no matter how you look at it, now he no longer takes painting as the center of his life, and naturally needs another stable income.

Moreover, now Zhuang Yousheng is no longer the arrogant and conceited young painter he was back then, and the reality makes him understand a truth, painting is painting, and life is life. He himself admits that after returning to China, there have indeed been a lot of changes and a lot of worldliness, and he lives according to the rules, and he only laughs at any crazy or radical behavior.

But, in any case, he did not consider himself a teacher, but a painter, and teaching was nothing more than an external profession. It doesn't matter if you stay or go in the Academy of Fine Arts, the key is to see if you feel comfortable.

The butterfly felt that the palm of the hand began to heat up, and this small piece of skin contact caused the entire cerebral cortex to begin to change, and the mind involuntarily focused on this point. Through this point, the spread spreads, and she felt the other party's breathing, the tone of the other party's voice, and any movement of the other party, all of which made her extremely sensitive and throbbing. She felt her heart beat a little faster. Her body was a little disobedient and wanted to move closer to him, yes, she should have leaned closer, made closer contact, and at the moment she was very eager to touch everything about him.

If he reached out and hugged her, she knew she wouldn't refuse. It was very clean all around, and there was no figure. They might just be able to hug a little, if it's just a shoulder.

But Zhuang Yousheng just gently squeezed her hand. Engrossed in two things: walking and talking to her.

His hand was thick and firm, the palm was very hot, strangely hot, and the palm was very hard, but the fingers that pinched her hand were very gentle, and that faint love, through this Yingying hand, was transmitted to the butterfly's heart like an electric current.

Butterflies are confused.

She felt that she really couldn't see Zhuang Yousheng clearly, although they had lived together for six years, they still couldn't see clearly. She knew he loved herself, but why was she so restrained?