He didn't answer the phone, the doorbell rang, the butterflies came, and Qiao Shengsheng was already standing outside the door, his eyes shining with a soft smile, and he looked at the diving bird with great pleasure. Obviously, the phone call just now was just a gimmick, and the people were already here.

It's coming, it's coming.

The diving bird's mind has not yet fully turned back, so the eyes of the butterfly are naturally not as clear as the butterfly looks at him.

He wanted to hide his inconvenient thoughts, lowered his head, turned sideways to let go of the butterfly, and when the butterfly entered the door and saw the duffel bag on the ground, he wondered: You have just arrived? Not to say the plane in the morning? Late?

The diving bird looked at the luggage, he tried to make himself natural, but his thick and shady look still made the butterfly feel a little different, she looked at his silent figure and said, "Is there something wrong?"

The diving bird turned around and hugged the butterfly tightly, hoping that her warm body temperature would be like a good medicine to make him quickly forget those troubles.

He clamped it very tightly, and his two hands were like a dense net, and with force and force, it seemed to want to press her into his body, and from then on the two became one.

He felt that he had never loved someone as much as he did today, and he had never been so afraid of losing someone as he was today, and in this world, he didn't have much.

For so many years, he had been searching for and pursuing hard, so he prayed to God not to play such a cruel and impersonal joke on him again. He hugged him tighter and tighter, afraid that if he let go of his arm, she would dissipate like a light smoke.

Of course, the butterfly will not disappear, his two arms are like a pair of iron nets, impermeable iron nets, not to mention such a big person, even if it is really light smoke, it is estimated that it will not be able to dissipate, at most it will collide with each other inside.

The butterfly's heart is bumping around at this time, hitting a little dizzy, a little drunk, a little, help, it's almost suffocating.

The butterfly was almost out of breath when he hugged it. My head began to swell, and I couldn't help but cry: Song, Xiaoying, I-let me take a breath-

This plea naturally received mercy, and the diving bird loosened a little, but still hugged her, clinging to her, without any misery.

It is said that prehistoric human beings were a combination of yin and yang, a male body and a female body were connected in one place, heaven and earth, extremely powerful, God in order to punish, then split the two sides, after the split, the two sides missed each other very much, and they were sadly pursuing all their lives. Later, men and women fell in love, and they spent their lives looking for the side of their lives, which is actually looking for the part of themselves that fits.

Right now, the two of them are in this situation, and they seem to be reunited.

The diving bird buries its head in the shoulder socket of the butterfly and breathes heavily.

The two of them kept holding and standing like this, and the butterfly finally got its head out of the gap, and seemed to be even more confused, so that it was just a trip back to his hometown, and he looked like a lost child, so helpless and weak.

The butterfly stretched out a hand, patted him on the back, and said half-comfortingly: Okay, okay, okay, right?

The diving bird gasped for a long time, but it was slightly calmer, raised its somewhat reddened eyes, looked at the butterfly and said: Why are you here?

The butterfly laughed dumbly, angry and funny, and said, "You're back, how can I not come and see you?"

The diving bird thought about this reason, and said at that time that he would come back when he returned to the city. Well, it's back.

He sniffed in the neck of the butterfly for a long time, and said obsessively: You are so fragrant.

The butterfly was tickled by his sniffing, pushed him away and said: nonsense.

He pulled the butterfly that was just about to escape towards him again, grabbed her shaking head with both hands, stared straight into her eyes, and said word for word: These days, do you miss me?

The butterfly was a little embarrassed to be looked at by him like this. Although the two have long been husband and wife, but behind his unusual gaze, behind the passionate love, there are hidden deep doubts and uneasiness, and that tangled distress is corroding his enthusiasm, how can a butterfly with a sensitive nature not feel it?

Yes, he was confused by something. And the other party's strength is very strong, and he seems to be a little powerless to retreat. He was clearly resistantly resistant, but he needed his help more urgently.

The butterfly's heart couldn't help but tighten. She took the initiative to kiss him, his lips were very hot, and then said softly: What's wrong with you?

The diving bird licked his somewhat dry lips, kissed the butterfly in turn, and said, "It's okay." You haven't answered my question yet.

The butterfly sighed inwardly. Why does this man like to listen to some love stories from Piri Yangqiu?

To say that butterflies are not born to be a person who likes to talk about love, even if it is full of affection, overwhelming, surging, and when it reaches the mouth, it suddenly turns into a trickle, silent and quiet, at most into a subtle and complex smile, and even covers it up lightly.

Butterflies are so embarrassed, whether they want to think about it or not, it's not obvious, if they don't want you, how can they run over in a fart, why do you have to say these meaty and boring words?

The butterfly twisted for a long time and didn't say anything.

The diving bird seemed to be a little dissatisfied, stretched out his neck, kissed her viciously a few times, and even kissed her, the butterfly "oh yo" called softly, covering his cheeks, a little unclear So, this person was unusual, slightly angry, and said: You bit me. Dislike!

The diving bird suddenly softened, very distressed, held her face, and asked repeatedly: Does it hurt? Where did the bite go?

The butterfly said angrily: What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you say, let me play dumb riddles with you?

The diving bird looked at the butterfly for a long time, and wanted to nail it into the eye. Ban Yan sighed slowly, and said in a low voice: It's really okay, let's go to the vegetable market together.

At night, the north wind outside the window is raging, a light in the house is like a bean, after the two people under the lamp are like glue, the butterfly quietly listens to the wind outside, the wind blows through the roof and the building, whining, in the past, this sound is very sad, but tonight it seems indescribably quiet.

After a short rest, the two snuggled together and whispered parting.

The diving bird asked her one by one how she spent the New Year in the valley and how she spent her every day, so she naturally inevitably interrogated how she missed herself.

Butterflies naturally know everything and say everything, but they omit how they are in a trance every day, thinking about the person in the distance, not to mention saying it in person, but when they think about it, they feel shy.

Ren is how to make it difficult for diving birds, lure them, butterflies clench their teeth, and they look like they are uncompromising.