Later, Butterfly heard from Gao Ruohan that Bi Lin finally followed his mother Meng Yue back to the north. Before leaving, he didn't call Butterfly, and Butterfly was a little puzzled.

But since this is the case, it is also a good thing, leave here for the time being, change places, change environments, maybe you can get out of the shadows quickly.

However, listening to Gao Ruohan, it was also forced by his parents to go back, because Meng Yue had lived here for a long time, and he was really not used to it in all aspects, and there were still two elderly people in the north who needed to be taken care of, and he was anxious to go back, and Bi Yuchen naturally had no intention or ability to take care of him, so he urged him to go back to the north together.

Butterfly listened and thought: Bi Lin probably doesn't want to go back, but he is helpless, there is no job here, and it is uneasy for him to stay here alone. Going back is really a last resort.

The butterfly asked Gao Ruohan: What else did you say?

Gao Ruohan thought hard and said: I didn't say anything else, I also listened to what Lao Bi said, Lao Bi said that he went to the airport to see off their mother and son, Meng Yue was naturally reluctant to give up on this end and that end, but Bi Lin was obviously unwilling to deal with his father, turned his head to the side and looked at his mobile phone, and didn't say a word.

When the butterfly heard this, she became even more bored and said, "Did he say that he had any plans to go back?"

Gao Ruohan said helplessly: Who knows? I guess there will still be a plan, and I will find another job.

The butterfly said: Didn't you say that you would come back?

Gao Ruohan didn't understand why butterflies were so worried about Bi Lin, Gao Ruohan wished that they would leave the magic capital quickly and return to the north, so that her and Bi Yuchen's lives could be settled quickly. So I didn't care about that at all, and I said: I didn't ask, and he didn't say.

Butterfly didn't understand whether he was referring to Bi Yuchen or Bi Lin. However, I felt that she was a little impatient, so it was inconvenient to ask any further.

Gao Ruohan didn't care about the phone anymore, so he hung up the phone.

Every weekend afternoon, diving birds appear at the door of the butterfly's house in dynamic clothes to catch the kite and go to play tennis together. Butterfly also went with her out of curiosity, and the two of them played tennis there, and Butterfly sat under the umbrella and drank orange juice.

They basically played for an hour, and then the kite ran to the butterfly sweating profusely, snuggled into the butterfly's arms, and said coquettishly: Mom, I'm tired, what should I do if I can't play well? The ball can't be caught. Mom, Mom, what do you say?

Butterfly reached out to wipe his sweat with a tissue, and said with a smile: Come on a little bit, just beat more. It's okay. Mom looks pretty good at you. Mom won't, not as good as you.

The kite said, "Mom, do you fight too?" You fight with Daddy.

Butterflies have never dared to be interested in ball games, and said: "Let's play, my mother will sit here and watch you play."

The diving bird also came over to wipe the sweat, drank saliva, was in a good mood, sweated, relaxed, and said: Wuji, next time you will play for a while, it's good.

Butterfly immediately shook her head and said, "Just you and the kite, don't get involved with me, I only have to pick up the ball."

However, in this hour, the diving bird and the kite were tired enough, and after the two of them sat down, they only cared about drinking water desperately, and no one wanted to move.

The butterfly looked at them with a smile, wondering in her heart: See how long you can last?

To the butterfly's surprise, they actually persisted like this for more than two months, and the ball skills of the kite have gradually improved, every time the diving bird hits the ball, he only has to pick up the ball everywhere in the field, and now he has gradually begun to catch the ball, from one to two, and slowly can play a few rounds with the diving bird.

The butterflies were happy to watch from the side.

When I was resting after playing, I asked the diving bird: When did you learn to play tennis?

The diving bird said: I would have done it a long time ago, but when I first came back here, I was bored at work, and I went back to the tennis hall to play tennis for a while when I was resting.

Butterfly just hummed for a moment and said, "No wonder, I wonder how you played so well."

The diving bird said tentatively: It's fun, you can try it too, don't try it without trying, so you won't participate. Wouldn't it be better for the three of us to fight together? I think, sometimes you are too closed yourself, this is actually not good, I think you have to try everything, whether it is suitable is another matter, try it, what if it is suitable?

The diving bird said, looking at the butterfly.

The butterfly smiled wryly and said, "Okay, you young people, you like to try everything, I'm an old man, I can't play anymore." You don't have to worry about me, you just have fun.

The diving bird saw her mind and said, "You are just a little more careful, and I don't mean that?" Who says you're old?

In fact, when Butterfly heard his words, she was surprised in her heart, and she never realized that in his eyes, she was a closed woman.

Although she knows that she is a bit of a homely now, she stays at home all day long, except for picking up and dropping off kites and shopping for groceries outside, she rarely goes out. Basic activities are confined to the area of the community in which they live, which is about one kilometre in diameter.

Sending away the kite every day, returning home to boil water and make coffee, and making yourself a cup of fragrant and delicious coffee is a sign of a good and hard day. Under the stimulation and action of ***, it seems to be able to quickly calm yourself down and get excited.

People are quiet, but their minds are excited. These two are internal fights.

Then turn on the computer, go online to update the day's novel, browse the web and Weibo, and see what happened in the city overnight. Then there's the opening of the stock market, a game of hundreds of millions of people, unprecedented in scale, with staggering stakes and of course quite exciting.

Although the writing results are average, or purely for self-amusement, singing and singing, the so-called high and low, Butterfly also understands that her own troubadour novels are like Zarathusla's low voice, lonely descending down the mountain, seeking God's words.

There are some readers, with very different interests, who follow along every day. And for butterflies, this is also a career, although it doesn't matter whether there is a productive career or not.

So it's still happily updated every day.

In addition, the results in the stock market are getting better and better, and the assets on the butterfly's account have exceeded seven figures through repeated pounding over the years.

Butterfly can now completely ignore the huge reserve money left to her by Zhuang Yousheng, and she can still support herself well, so she almost forgot about it. That large sum of money just lay quietly in the bank accounts.

Then I wrote for the day, so that from morning to afternoon, the time flew by.

Every day, it's basically the same. Life naturally comes to life.

However, Butterfly did not realize that she had become a self-enclosed person in the eyes of others.

The words of the diving bird woke up the dreamer and made the butterfly startle. I have known him for so many years, although I have also said that I am taciturn, and I have also commented that I am too calm and introverted, but it is the first time I have heard of closure.

The previous comment was about personality, but now this comment obviously alludes to his pathological tendency. The two are definitely not the same thing anymore.

Butterfly had been wandering that day, chewing on these words secretly, and decided to come to a conclusion: Yes, in his eyes, he was actually a woman with a sick personality.

This thought became clearer and clearer, and then I began to feel that every time the diving bird looked at me, it was indescribably strange.