Butterfly wished she could disappear from the city, from the sight of her friends, from real life, like air, where others could not see her, but she existed there alone, living a completely peaceful and leisurely life. Indeed, she is living such a life now, and many times she herself feels that she is as light as the wind and clouds, and can float to the end of the sky wantonly, and peek into this filthy world from another angle.

Of course, Butterfly is not a god, not a god, unable to achieve absolute renunciation and detachment, let alone detachment like a saint, she only seeks some peace on the surface, and this is enough.

The butterfly goes out of her way of life and considers it all her own, completely like a priest, through a certain tenacity and self-control. It may be difficult for ordinary people to understand her behavior, and sometimes, the butterfly doesn't even understand herself.

Late one night she would feel like she was pushing herself, and she was in deep pain. At this time, she often thinks of diving birds.

The status of diving birds in the hearts of butterflies is different from that of ordinary men. The butterflies only realized this a year after they were apart. Many colleagues, once everyone leaves and goes their separate ways, as long as they don't keep in touch often, they will soon forget each other. But strangely, they have been separated for almost a year, and Butterfly often thinks about the diving bird, the lonely teenager trying to survive in the city.

said that he was a teenager, just because he was considered purely from the perspective of butterflies, he was many years younger than himself, when he first met, he was just a bastard boy who came out of the university gate not long ago, shy, introverted, kind, with angular eyebrows, looking like a girl. He likes movies, music, and is not too flamboyant, which is what butterflies like. He sat beside her, so quiet, always willingly following the butterfly's call. Butterfly is not very good at computers, and he is a professional in this area. It's strange that a computer student came out and started working on words.

However, it's right to think about it, people who study science may have a different understanding and comprehension of words, but they are not like the word slaves they drill into words every day, and they can't distinguish between black and white.

Every day, as soon as the butterfly steps into the office, you can see that familiar figure, not strong, but full of the vigor and vitality of a young man, he always likes to carry a backpack, wear casual clothes, earphones in his ears, and continuous music can help him get through the long journey to work.

With the computer on, he sat there, drinking boiled water, he always only drank boiled water, he was never picky about eating, and he always ate his lunch cleanly. He always has a smile on his face, he listens patiently to the ever-boring, eternally repetitive topics of the women in the office, he rarely speaks, and in this small office, he only acts as a listener.

What a quiet listener. Although Butterfly is also a listener in this office, Butterfly can't help but reveal some of her privacy, but Diving Bird never, no one knows about his past, he doesn't mention it, and he won't answer it directly if you ask.

Butterflies love the way he looks at them. After a long time, she noticed that his eyes had become less simple, as if a cloud had fallen from the mountains, and it had become so hazy and incomprehensible. The butterfly becomes more careful, and at the same time pays more attention to him, the problem is that the more you pay attention, the more you pay attention, some kind of invisible emotion is like the fine sand in the river, slowly precipitating, and gradually piling up an island.

This is an ordinary and ordinary boy, but the butterfly senses something outside of the calm. Butterfly began to restrain herself from thinking about it, and then Butterfly deliberately came to the office late, or simply borrowed articles all day and didn't come, she was afraid to touch those eyes, and at the same time she was so eager to do so. Even when she stays at home, she stops her fingers to tap quickly on the keyboard and thinks silently in her spare time.

This behavior of butterflies can usually be exchanged for extremely dissatisfied and lost eyes of diving birds. Although he didn't say anything, he suddenly saw the butterfly appear in the office, and the butterfly could feel his surprise and excitement.

Butterflies are always immersed in a breath alone, that is the breath of the diving birds around them, because the seats are close, faint, warm, with the breath of a man's unique body odor, floating over like a ghost, the butterfly is fascinated by this, she listens to the music, stares at the lines of Songti text on the computer screen, but the whole person is not relieved. Holding her breath, she could hear his breathing together, so steady and powerful.

Ah, butterflies always think that men are men after all, and although they are young, they are enough to conquer the world. The butterfly closed his eyes, fantasizing about his muscles, his flat chest, his thick shoulders, his plump lips. Thinking of this, her hands trembled, and she was a little uncontrollable.

They pretended to be indifferent in the office, no one knew the ups and downs of the calm lake, and they sometimes exchanged lip calls, but they were careful to test the depth of each other's thoughts.

The butterfly is determined to disguise and lurk, and for her, that layer of paper is beautiful. She didn't want to see his true intentions nakedly, and she didn't want to hear his confession clearly, because those were all false or short-lived, and they couldn't withstand the erosion of the years and rains. Only this feeling is eternal, immortal, and immortal.

Soon after the diving bird left, the butterfly also left, because many people left, the butterfly wanted to stay and there was no point, the content of the work became less and less, and it became more and more meaningless, and then began to rectify the discipline, not allowed to be late and leave early, for the butterfly like to sleep lazy, like watching movies at night, it is like putting on a tight spell. She suffered for a while, got up early to go to work and squeezed the subway, and when she arrived at the company, she was so tired that she was about to collapse, and then she was drowsy because of lack of sleep in the morning, and she was depressed in the afternoon because she was dozing off and twisted her neck in the morning, all in all, she had nothing to do all day. So the butterfly decided to leave anyway.

After leaving, Butterfly became a freelancer. She felt that she didn't want to live a life of taking other people's salaries, looking at other people's faces, and setting the time for commuting. She is alone, she has no worries, she doesn't need to be so tired, and she doesn't need to earn so much money, as long as she has enough to spend. Through her friends and people in her circle, she takes on some odd jobs, does a penny, and takes a penny.

It is said that more and more otaku girls are starting to appear in the city. Butterfly thought: Am I not just a standard otaku? Yes, there is less socialization, less PARTY, a lot less socializing, and at the same time a lot less trouble. Many people say that once you become an otaku, it is difficult to enter this society again. In the eyes of these people, otaku people are a kind of people who are detached from society, they are confined to their own narrow life circle, and they only face computers every day, and the subtext is that they belong to the kind of ebb elements who are completely unmotivated.

Public opinion in society is like a big net, slowly tightening and narrowing, making people like dead fish with their mouths wide open and unable to breathe. For a while, Butterfly was also under this kind of pressure, and when she went out, the neighbors she didn't know would ask her why she stayed at home every day and what she did. They are all full of curiosity about her mysterious state of life. For this reason, the butterfly was also shocked into a cold sweat, it turned out that she would attract so many patrols to live in her own home like this.

No wonder Zhang Ailing sighed and said that people's words are terrifying.

The butterfly saw the diving bird again at a party a year later. They met on the road that day, and the butterfly got off the overpass, ready to cross the road, and felt that someone had been silently following behind them. The butterfly suddenly had a strange feeling, when he looked back, he found that it was a diving bird, carrying a bag on his back, wearing a hat on his head, his face was hidden in the dark shadow, his hands were in his pockets, and when he saw the butterfly looking at him, he smiled slightly, and the long-lost eyes behind the glasses in the wind and rain were clearly flashing with sparks.

The butterfly said: You scared me, why don't you make a sound.

The diving bird smiled silently and did not speak.

He's always used to it, and it feels like it's deep.

The butterfly slowed down, but the diving bird walked up in a few steps, side by side with the butterfly. The two of them crossed the road in silence, and the hotel where they agreed to eat was five hundred meters ahead.

Butterfly glanced at the diving bird out of the corner of her eye, feeling that he had matured a lot, but she couldn't tell where he had matured. The diving bird still walks in this posture, side by side with the butterfly, unhurried.

Butterfly felt a warm pleasure in her heart, and she wished she could go on like this.