I only heard her say: Wuji, I know you hate me, in fact, I also hate myself, I don't expect you to forgive me today, but if you can still look at the love of our classmates back then, listen to me say a few words? You see, you and I are both forty years old, and I am the only one of my young friends who is still in contact with you, and the rest have dissipated in the sea of people. Although some unpleasant things have happened between us, you are still my only friend after all, maybe I can't afford this word, but I see you this way. I know you have a lot of knots, and I'm here today to get rid of them. It's just that I hope you look at the past and give me a chance to explain clearly.

The fragrance of daisies in the distance wafted in the autumn wind, faint and faint. It seemed to have rained heavily last night, and there were wet water stains on the windowsill in the morning by the fish pond. There are also traces left behind by mollusks. After the morning sun shines, all the signs of life associated with the autumn rain fade away.

At this point, the sun is already intense. Under such a scorching sun, as long as you stay for a short time, you will sweat slightly.

The butterfly wanted to send her away quickly, say a few words that made her happy, gloat at her and leave in shame and pain, and then retreat to the cool room, drink coffee, write a novel for an hour, and then walk back and forth in the spacious part of the room, thinking about the rest of the ideas, and spend the morning in an orderly manner.

After lunch, she can watch the fish by the pond or simply take a nap on a wicker chair under the porch before continuing her writing. After three o'clock, Zhuang Yousheng and Zhikite will return.

When the time came, she could hear the familiar sound of a car, and then she saw a kite-like rabbit running up to her in the passage leading to the garage, throwing herself into her arms, rubbing her chest with her hairy head, and the feeling was strange and numb.

I sniffed at his strange smell of a slightly stinky mix of frankincense at the end of the day, how familiar and warm. Immediately afterwards, it was Zhuang Yousheng's slow pace, and a tall and sturdy figure appeared in his eyes, familiar and unfamiliar, but gave birth to a certain attachment to him. They just made eye contact and didn't say much. That's usually the case.

Zhuang Yousheng habitually hung a bunch of keys on the storage hook on the wall of the passage, and then went back to his room to change into his home clothes, but after a while, he would come to the studio, calling Zhikite to paint. Butterfly went into the kitchen and prepared dinner with the aunt who had come to work on time.

In fact, at this time, Butterfly hopes that Zhuang Yousheng can come up and hug her. She herself couldn't tell when this longing thought began, and now at this moment of the day, it flashed in her heart. But she could only press silently.

She sometimes even impulsively thinks about what would happen if she took the initiative to hug him.

The thought made her heart flutter.

But right now, Butterfly is indeed in a strange state of mind, patiently listening to Liao Yingchen's opening remarks. And, apparently, today's previous rhythm of life is destined to be broken.

The butterfly sat down face-to-face with Liao Yingchen in the courtyard.

The sun fell on the stone slab a meter away.

As far as the whole house is concerned, this is Zhuang Yousheng's favorite place. The whole courtyard creates a Chinese classical style, and a fish pond is dug on one side of the flower path, and the rockery is flowing all day long; On the other side is a variety of flowers and trees, some of them use clay pots, placed at will, and do not pay attention to neatness, some are directly planted in the mud, falling vines, staggered vertical and horizontal, can not be named, but there are flowers in all seasons, but it does not seem lonely.

A few years ago, Zhuang Yousheng didn't know where to get interested, and planted some vegetables and fruits, pumpkins, loofahs, cucumbers, vines all over the ground, and dense bushes.

Butterfly said, it's a bit messy. It's all in the way, and there are a lot of weeds, which is not easy to tidy up and easy to grow insects.

Zhuang Yousheng spent another month buying a cart of building materials and building a very beautiful and simple pergola by himself. In the process of building, the butterfly is not idle, and has to continue to help on the side, handing this and that. In this regard, Butterfly is still a witty and intelligent woman, and she didn't understand many tools at first, but then basically as long as Zhuang Yousheng gave him a look, she knew which tool to hand him.

The two of them spent a lot of effort and sweat, and after the construction was completed, the butterfly looked at it and said yes. For Zhuang Yousheng's hands-on ability, Butterfly really admires it. No matter what you do, you can make an artistic interest.

For people like butterflies who can't even raise fish, in addition to admiration, they still admire.

In the late autumn all the vines were pruned, and since last year these vines have grown in a very controlled manner according to the wishes of their owners, facing the direction of the sky, constantly asking for life space in the sky, and in one summer, they have climbed the entire pergola. The bluestone floor under the pergola is mottled with green shade and is very cool.

Zhuang Yousheng as long as he is free, he keeps pruning and tidying, and this summer these vines grew in a moody way, and on the pergola more than two meters high, entangled melons and wisteria grapes, the fruits naturally drooped down. Zhuang Yousheng placed a set of stone tables and stone benches below, and on midsummer nights, you can sit down and drink tea and admire the moon.

However, now that the sun is in full swing, it is better for butterflies to sit under the porch to avoid the sun.

The house is reached by a short but winding path, which divides into three from the gate, one around the fish pond and one through the pergola, before converging at the foyer.

Directly up the stairs is the foyer, which is covered with dark waterproof and moisture-resistant wooden floors. The glass sliding door that fell to it, the grass color into the curtain blue, the inside and outside of the house, are integrated, full of green, and very affectionate.

The whole living room is hollow and high, there is a feeling of emptiness in the middle, there is no excessive furniture, just a set of sofas are placed at the sliding door of the garden on one side, you can watch TV, you can also bask in the sun, but Zhuang Yousheng does not often watch TV.

When it's cold, sit on the sofa with butterflies and drink tea and chat.

There are a lot of flowers in the garden, but when you enter the room, there is not a single potted plant, and the green in the house is basically borrowed from the yard.

One side leads to the open kitchen, which faces the garden. One side leads to the study and the bedroom on the first floor, and an escalator in the middle leads along the wall to the second floor, where there are several rooms, except for the bedroom of the butterfly and the kite, the rest are basically vacant. Zhuang Yousheng used it to place those painted paintings, and there were also some items that Zhuang Yousheng had collected all his life.