Suddenly, a young man walked in front of him, with a dignified appearance, and when the butterfly saw it, he almost exclaimed: "Fan Fan——"

The man apparently didn't hear at all, and hurried past her as if she weren't there. Butterflies call

Voice: "Fan Fan! ”

The boy didn't see or hear at all, she was like air.

The butterfly followed behind, and the boy went straight to the courtyard where the flower trees were planted before, and the butterfly also followed, and saw the boy sitting on the stone bench in front of the flower and looking at the flower obsessively, and the focused look made the butterfly feel very funny, it turned out to be a nymphomaniac!

Suddenly, a young girl came, carrying a basin of water, and put it next to the son, and said softly, "Childe, the water is coming." There was also a silk scarf in the basin, and the boy hugged the silk scarf and wiped the leaf petals one by one. The movements were careful and gentle, for fear of hurting the leaf petals, and the butterfly couldn't help but sigh for a while, it was really a nymphomaniac. Obviously, it's not a little bit of stupidity, it's all stupid to the core. Under the wiping of water, the leaf petals really became more and more moisturized, and it looked as if it was transparent.

The young girl stood by like this, gazing affectionately at the boy's every move, but did not dare to disturb him, she knew that it was one of the things he had to do every day. On the petals, the water actually fell low, but it was as crystal clear as tears in the eyes of a lover, but it was infinitely sad to see it.

Seeing that the boy was so affectionate, Butterfly suddenly sighed in her heart, she wanted to go up and say a few words of comfort, but she choked in her throat, and a sense of affection rose in her heart, making her unable to help herself.

Suddenly, someone patted her on the shoulder, and when she looked back, it turned out that He Yuran didn't know when she came back again, and said, "You should go back, you can't stay here for a long time." ”

"But Dad, this is Fan Fan—"

"You remember, if you don't owe it, you won't be together. All marriages in this world begin with causes. And I forgot to tell you, in fact, you are the god of the flower tree, the butterfly. Let's go back! ”

The butterfly felt a heavy body for a while, fell out of the dream, and woke up to see that the mobile phone had been vibrating around for some reason......

The butterfly seemed to wake up in a trance, sweating all over, without any strength, she felt that one side of her body had been shaken by something, and she stretched out her hand to touch it, it turned out to be a mobile phone, which showed Zhuang Yousheng's call.

Butterfly was a little stunned, she had never received a call from Zhuang Yousheng on her own initiative. However, at this time, the butterfly's consciousness is still a little unclear, one has a high fever and has been burning all day, and the other is that she has not eaten the particles since last night, and she has not drunk a drop of water.

The high fever not only consumed her energy, but also her usual quick thinking.

She barely answered the phone, and it was still Zhuang Yousheng's usual cold voice on the other end, and he asked her if she was free tomorrow night?

The butterfly was vague, roughly saying that he might not be free tomorrow night, that he was sick or something.

Zhuang Yousheng was a little silent over there, and then asked her, what is the disease? Have you been there?

The butterfly was only awake because she had just woken up and was a little more energetic, but she soon became confused again, and when she raised her head, she felt as if her head had been cut off, and she couldn't help but cry out "oh yo".

The phone slid out of her palm, and Zhuang Yousheng was still talking to her over there, but she couldn't hold it anymore.

When she woke up again, she found that her phone was vibrating wildly there again. Look at it again, it's still Zhuang Yousheng, the butterfly is a little bored, this person is really annoying, he is not feeling well today, so he comes to annoy himself three times and twice.

But after all, it's not good to ignore people like this, so I beat my spirits and answered the phone, and Zhuang Yousheng said: "You come out to open the door, if you can't open the door, I will ask someone to unlock it." ”

When the butterfly heard this, it fainted, and the person suddenly sobered up a lot, and asked in a lost voice, "What door to open?" ”

Zhuang Yousheng said word for word: "I'm right outside your house." ”

The butterfly was surprised, and her mind was full of thought, what did I just say to him? How did he get to my door?

But I just got on the phone, why did I suddenly arrive at the door?

In fact, Butterfly didn't know that as soon as she fell asleep just now, more than an hour had passed. She didn't know what kind of ideological struggle Zhuang Yousheng had experienced in the past hour or so.

Zhuang Yousheng has been thinking about butterflies for a long time since he sent butterflies home last time. He didn't know what he was doing, as long as he was free, he had butterflies circling in his mind.

He knew he longed to see the butterfly again. But she must refuse to call her suddenly, and she must find some high-sounding excuse.

As everyone knows, the more I think about it, the stronger the desire to see her face. In fact, it has only been a month since the last time they were separated, and it seems that a whole winter has passed for him.

He was very annoyed with his state, so many years of peaceful life like water, which was changed in an instant, how could he become so uncalm and so unrelenting? He always thought that after returning to China, he should soon put himself into work and new paintings, like most painters, to challenge himself to a new height.

He always thought that his painting skills had not yet reached his expectations, and he chose to return to China because he wanted to stimulate his creative desire in a new environment.

During his years in the United States, he painted everything he wanted, and then he was left with a long night of silence. In the face of those paintings, there is an indescribable emptiness and anxiety in my heart. He thought he needed a change of scenery. We can't stay like this in the United States anymore. In the United States, his creative inspiration has dried up.

What I didn't expect was that after returning to China, I met such a woman, and my long-dormant heart suddenly throbbed. When he sits alone in his study, he comforts himself in this way, and grasping this rippling emotion may inspire him again.

After all, love is the source of all creative themes. The love history between Picasso and the two women is also the history of the two peaks of his own creation. Women are his muses. Love can give birth to the radicalization of all creative desires.

Zhuang Yousheng was suddenly full of confidence. He pondered that this was the second chance given to him by the muse.

Last week, Zhuang Yousheng suddenly received an invitation that a friend who had been in the United States for many years was returning to China to hold a reception for returned overseas Chinese, and some overseas Chinese celebrities would be invited, including writers, painters, musicians, architectural designers, etc. Looking at this gilded and delicate invitation on the cover, Zhuang Yousheng suddenly felt that the opportunity had come.

Of course, he knew that Butterfly's job was a media editor, and he also knew that Butterfly's column was an interview with people, and he also understood how hard Butterfly worked to find these celebrities all day long.