How could a diving bird not know this? He had waited for so many years, just waiting for this moment, waiting for her to take off the heavy coat on her body.

He doesn't just covet her beauty, he just wants to have it completely, a butterfly without restraints, a butterfly that can be treated with his heart, a butterfly that he is willing to accompany for a lifetime, a butterfly that he thinks about in his sleep......

After a long time, the diving bird sighed, and suddenly pulled the butterfly's stool to his side, and the room made an earth-shattering sharp noise, and pulled it to his side, and then said with satisfaction: I don't like to be so far away.

The cup held by the butterfly almost turned out of the water, and oh yo screamed: What are you doing here?

The diving bird reached out and touched the butterfly's face and said, "You know what, we've been apart for too long." Ten years, right? It's unexpected, it's been almost ten years. It's not easy for us to sit together like this today.

The butterfly hummed softly and said, "Xiao Ying, when we first met, you had just graduated from college.

The diving bird nodded and said, "Yes, it's still my first job."

The butterfly said: I remember you were sitting next to me at that time.

The diving bird said thoughtfully: Hehe.

Butterfly said leisurely: At that time, you kept downloading movies from the Internet for me, and then secretly watching them in the office, hehe, it was really interesting at that time. I don't know how I spend every day.

Diving Bird Says: To be honest, it was one of the happiest places I had ever been in in my unit. None of the local colleagues in the future have been so interesting.

These words made the butterfly also deeply touched, yes, that time can be said to be really happy, and there was no intrigue between colleagues, whether it was zygote or Mingyue, they were all more honest girls. Time has passed, people and the environment are changing, and there is no going back anyway.

Butterfly suddenly said: I actually like you sitting next to me all the time, used to turning your head to see you sitting in front of the computer, what makes you really worry-free. Then you left, and I really didn't get used to it for a while.

The diving bird seems to be recalling her words, is it a confession? Was it too late for this confession to be said after ten years? However, when I heard this, the diving bird still felt warm in my heart, as if I was covered by a soup woman.

The corners of the diving bird's beak rippled into a comfortable smile: Really?

Seeing him smile so happily, Butterfly regretted it a little and said what was on her mind. It didn't squeak for a long time.

The diving bird smiled faintly and said: I really didn't expect you to come over today, when I saw you just now, I was very surprised, and I thought I was wrong, but it was indeed you. You didn't even say you wanted to come.

The butterfly suddenly didn't control it, and slipped out a sentence that made her a little unexpected, and she regretted it after saying it: So, you didn't control it?

The diving bird was very calm and said, "Yes, I didn't control it." Don't you want to?

The flush on Butterfly's face didn't completely subside, and she sat there with a fluttering heart. Some didn't dare to face him, but they were afraid of losing him like this, contradictory and hesitant, unbearable and confused.

She knew she longed to have him from now on, but she did feel as if she lacked the courage to face the life she would live with him in the future.

She could vaguely tell from his lonely eyes that what he wanted was not the pleasure of that moment, he wanted more. This seems to have given me a little more courage.

The butterfly took a sip of water, and then said, "Hmm."

She still couldn't help but reach out and put her arm around his waist, hesitantly leaning her head up, she could appreciate a trace of his breath, let me appreciate it, his breath could at least calm herself.

Leaning on him is like leaning on the body of a mountain, making butterflies feel more peaceful and comfortable than they have ever had.

The diving bird looked at the butterfly with a satisfied expression, a smile on the corner of his mouth, one hand stroked the butterfly's hair, her hair had not yet been combed up, it hung down, it could reach her chest, he did like this hair, it was long and shiny, and it looked a little curled up because of the fact that it had been coiled.

The butterfly suddenly said: What is the matter with you going home this time?

The diving bird groaned for a moment, and then said, "I told you, my mother is going to have surgery, right?"

The butterfly said, "Yes, what disease needs to be operated?" Does it matter? I thought it would be a long time before you came back.

The diving bird said lightly: Minor illness, appendix surgery, in fact, when I went back, she had already finished the surgery. She was discharged a few days after I went.

The butterfly was purely looking for something to talk about, so that she didn't think much about what had just happened, and said: Is it really okay?

The diving bird lowered his head and kissed her, smiled and said, "Of course it's fine." My mom is okay, the day I left, she started playing mahjong again.

The two snuggled up and talked for a long time, and they suddenly realized that the sky had already darkened. The diving bird raised his shoulders, which were a little numb, and lowered his head to ask the butterfly, "What do you want to eat at night?"

The butterfly smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, I'm full."

The diving bird opened its eyes wide and said in surprise: So you are full?

The butterfly suddenly realized that he had misunderstood what he meant, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and said angrily: Isn't that what it meant?

The diving bird smiled lazily and said, "Then what do you mean?"

The butterfly thought for a moment and said: What do we eat at night?

The diving bird snorted inexplicably and said, "Didn't you say you were full?" However,——

He tilted his head, pondered, and said: I want to eat small ribs of stewed lotus root.

It was raining a little outside, but in the afternoon the weather was fine, and at night it was cool and rainy.

The hut was warm as spring. The curtain has long been lowered, because to isolate those restless eyes outside, a pair of loving little mandarin ducks in the hut will kiss me and me at any time. They don't want anyone to see it, it's a little trick between them.

While the small rows of lotus root soup were simmering on the stove, butterflies and diving birds made love in the bedroom for a while. The two of them are like two charged poles, they can't touch each other, as long as they touch slightly, it is easy to trigger that sultry spark.

Before, the two went to the vegetable market arm in arm, and along the way, the diving bird asked the butterfly: What do you want to eat?

Butterfly's mind is basically tomatoes and cucumbers and other things, and she doesn't know what she wants to eat, so she casually says: whatever.

Diving birds also go to the vegetable market when they are free on weekdays, buy something to cook and eat at home.

He bought it all the way, thinking all the way, to be honest, the two of them really don't know each other's tastes, the diving bird is a Sichuan person, and he likes to eat spicy, but now his stomach is not very good, and he can't eat too spicy.

What butterflies like to eat remains to be studied. So he bought some according to his own preferences, and the two of them came back happily. As soon as I got home, it was raining outside.