This view of thought is a fairy place, and there is such a beautiful tree hidden deep in? The branches and leaves of this tree alone overwhelm all the flowers in the world.

Dreams are always fragmented, and they never put together a complete picture.

Every time I wake up from a dream, I feel as if I have spent a long time in the world, and the tiredness and depression are really difficult to express in words.

The butterfly didn't know how long she had been asleep, and when she woke up, it felt like it was dark. She sat up in a daze, a chill running through her body.

Just when she got up and wanted to check what time it was on her phone, she touched it and found that the phone was not with her, and remembered that she hadn't touched the phone when she came back, and the phone had been in her bag.

So he wandered around and went outside to look for the bag, which rested on the shoe cabinet at the door. When I took out my mobile phone, I was shocked to find that there were six missed calls, all of which were from diving birds.

She just wanted to call back, but she heard the doorbell ringing, opened the door, and the diving bird stood outside the door with a puzzled face, looked at her and asked: I call you so much, why don't you answer?

The muscles on the butterfly's face twitched, there was no expression, and she didn't wake up from a nap, but she just turned around and went inside, saying as she walked: The phone is in the bag, I didn't hear it.

The diving bird was a little angry, changed his shoes and followed in, saying, "I called one afternoon, and I wanted to call you out for dinner." If you don't pick up, I can only come back.

The butterfly was still unhappy about the afternoon's affairs, and said sullenly: You can eat by yourself, I am very tired today, so I slept for a while.

The diving bird seemed to be a little bored when he heard it, and asked: What's wrong with you?

He looked at his back, suddenly reached out and pulled the butterfly, took her into his arms, kissed her, and then whispered: Okay, don't do this.

The butterfly looks up at the eyes of the diving bird, young, pitch black, shining with a moving brilliance. I didn't feel that my heart softened, and I whispered: Let's go out to eat. There is nothing at home.

The diving bird is still holding the butterfly, there is no meaning to let go, the breathing is a little heavy, and there is suddenly a little more indescribable meaning in the eyes, this meaning, the butterfly should not understand it. His men were subconsciously afterburning.

The butterfly suddenly wanted to struggle. I don't know why, every time I make love with him, it's basically there, but not once it's on me.

In the world of butterflies, his home and his own home are two completely different situations. In both situations, butterflies naturally assume two roles. In him, it was his girlfriend, and in his own place, it was himself.

The continuous switching of these two roles also allows butterflies to have a reincarnation gap. When you are tired of your girlfriend's identity, you can return to yourself, quickly switch back to your original identity, adjust your state as if recharging and repairing, and then you can continue to devote yourself to his world perfectly.

Cryptically, Butterfly felt that she couldn't be a girlfriend 24 hours a day. It's going to suffocate her.

Of course, if you stay in this identity for too long, the butterfly will slack off and become lazy, just like an athlete who has retired from a marathon, once he retreats, his limbs will be sweak and his spirit will be sluggish.

The marathon of love is about strength, endurance, durability and endurance.

When Butterfly realized the motive of the diving bird, her hands were not idle, and she did not want to break the pattern. Living with him was a rule and a rule that had been set from the beginning.

Although there has been no verbal negotiation or agreement, a unilateral contract has been silently made in Butterfly's heart.

All the while, the execution between them was perfect.

Divers never have any arguments with butterflies about whether they sleep with you or with me.

In fact, for diving birds, it is the same wherever they sleep. He didn't even think about it that much, so deeply. The reason why I always get used to going to him every time is because his bed is much bigger and stronger than the bed of the butterfly family. And he is also used to living with butterflies in his own field.

The butterflies are so careful that they are secretive.

She resisted.

The diving bird opened her eyes wide and looked at the butterfly inexplicably, feeling that her senseless tossing today was meaningless, and it was not the first time, was it necessary to waste each other's energy and physical strength like this?

Once a pattern is formed, it is easy for the man to get used to the process, and he will not be used to being suddenly resisted, especially if he has not done anything wrong, this kind of rebellion seems a little vexatious.

The diving bird was clearly a little angry. He picked up the butterfly horizontally and walked into the house.

Butterfly didn't know how to let him know that she didn't want to reject him, but that she didn't want to be in her own home.

It's just that this kind of thinking, the reason is really a bit untenable.

As the diver duck lowered the butterfly to the bed, it jumped up to prevent the butterfly from coming out of the bed, sealing any gaps and gaps she escaped from with her powerful body. A thick line of defense was added directly to her.

However, he still attached himself to the butterfly's ear and asked softly and considerately: Is it unwell?

This naturally can't be faked, not only is the body not uncomfortable, but the good can't be better.

The butterfly blinked as she stared at the diving bird that was staring at her for a moment, his thirst was intense and determined, and it was obviously difficult to refuse him without a good reason.

The butterfly was stunned for a long time, but didn't say anything.

The diving bird looked at her for a moment, and her lips pressed hard.

In the evening, the two of them ate a bowl of topping noodles in a small noodle restaurant, and the noodles were very strong, and the toppings were freshly fried. While eating noodles, the butterfly suddenly remembered tomorrow's events, and said frankly to the diving bird: Tomorrow I will go to see an exhibition of a painter friend.

The diving bird listened, sighed, and said, "When?"

Butterfly turned on her mobile phone and looked at the message sent by Zhuang Yousheng and said: Four o'clock in the afternoon.

The diving bird said, "Okay, then I'll go to work overtime tomorrow."

Butterfly said lightly: Don't you want to go with me?

Butterfly actually asked tentatively, she felt that honesty was necessary, and this matter naturally could not be hidden, but asking him to go with her was actually a deliberate statement. She waited quietly for his reply, watching his expression attentively.

The diving bird is not a man with many hearts in this regard, and he has never doubted butterflies, and he has never doubted butterflies over the years.

Without even thinking about it, I said: What am I going to do? I don't know how to draw, so you can go by yourself. Otherwise, give me a call when you're ready, and we'll be out shopping.

Butterfly thought that this arrangement was very good, so she said: Okay, I'll call you when I'm done, let's go to the North Bund, or go to the movies, I haven't seen a movie for a long time.