When the butterfly carried a stack of sheets to the small room, ready to put the diving bird to sleep at night, he suddenly walked behind the butterfly and said seriously: By the way, I want new sheets and quilt covers, and I don't want to use the things that the kid has used, even if they have been washed.

As he spoke, he looked at the things in the butterfly's hands. Butterfly really didn't expect him to say this, looked at the freshly dried sheets in his hands, and said: What's wrong? Clean, huh? I've washed it all, and I've been exposed to the sun.

The diving bird looked disgusted and said, "Don't you have a new one here?" Why do you want to give me something that someone else has used?

The butterfly was completely out of temper, looked at him in a daze, and dared to love that if this man had caused the princess's illness, it would be really hopeless, and finally stomped his feet and said: Okay, I understand, when did you become so picky? You weren't like that before.

The diving bird said lightly: How was I before? How do you know I wasn't like this before?

Butterfly only wants the world to be peaceful now, and doesn't want to worry about him, so she has to go back to the bedroom to change, and say: I remember that you used to share a house with others very casually, it seems that there is a woman, and often takes men home. It seems like you said it yourself. You can live that kind of life, why are you so picky now? I'm not wrong, right?

The diving bird said: yes, I said that. It used to be before, and at that time it was called forced by life, understand? Besides, what is a new sheet worth? I'll buy ten of them tomorrow and give them back to you. I can place my order now and it will be delivered to my door tomorrow. I still didn't expect you to be so stingy? A new sheet is also a concern?

Butterfly has to admit that today's diving birds are indeed a little different from the diving birds they knew before, although they were a little strange at the beginning, but they are not so picky and difficult.

Moreover, now he seems to like to be coquettish with butterflies, and coquettishness has become a special way for him to vent.

It wasn't because of a new sheet, but because he wanted to prove that he was the most important thing in her life.

Butterfly feels that she is becoming more and more like a mother in front of him, not only to be tolerant, but also selflessly tolerant.

Butterfly smiled and said: This is not necessary, I will give it to you.

The butterfly really moved a stack again, this is indeed a new one she bought, it looks good, and she hasn't used it after buying it, it is a light blue base with some light patterns on it.

Unfold the smell of packaging. The butterfly frowned and said: This, this four-piece set on the bed was bought because it was useless, so it has not been washed, does it matter? A bit of a sizing taste.

The diving bird sniffed it and said, "It's okay, it just feels a bit like a bed in a hotel."

The butterfly hesitated for a moment and said: It really doesn't matter? Or or—

The diving bird said: It's okay.

When the butterfly was put down, it said, "Okay, the thing is for you, you can lay it yourself."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave. He was grabbed by the arm by the diving bird, and he said, "What? Is this your hospitality? Won't you help me get it right?

Butterfly looked at him and smiled, and said, "You, you have hands and feet, and besides, I see that you are too idle all night." Make it yourself.

The diving bird still grabbed her arm, did not let go, and began to be a little emotional like a child, saying: Not good! That kid's thing was also his own doing?

The butterfly said: People are guests. What's wrong?

The diving bird said, "You're too biased." Why do you make his bed, and I want to make my own bed?

Butterfly looked at him with an unreasonable look, and was also angry, and said: Aren't you empty? It's okay to hang around next to me all the time, I'll give you something to do.

The diving bird pulled her tightly, but she didn't let go, saying: No, this won't work, I won't pave. If you don't lay it, I'll sleep with you today, believe it or not?

The butterfly had to soften and say: Okay, I believe.

Finally packed up everything, and before the kites were ready to go to bed, they actually ran to the diving bird's room first, and looked at it curiously for a while, and the diving bird beckoned to him and said: Come here—

He frolicked in his bed with the kite in his arms for a while, and the butterfly said, "Stop playing, just put on your pajamas, and beware of catching a cold." The diving bird suddenly said, "Why don't you sleep with me tonight?"

Zhi Kite looked at the bed, smiled and said, "Dad, this bed is too small."

The diving bird couldn't help but be happy when he saw it, and said: Also, one rolled over and fell.

The two of them played for a while, and the diving bird picked up the kite, carried him back to the big room, and put him on the bed, where he returned it

Rolled over and begged the diving bird to tell him a joke.

The diving bird was a little difficult, because he couldn't tell any jokes, and there was something going on on the Internet in the room just now, and he was halfway done, so he said, "Okay, good, go to sleep, okay?" You see your hands and feet are cold, let's get into the bed.

The butterfly walked in and said, "Don't make a fuss, go to sleep."

The butterfly took a simple bath, changed clothes, and when he walked out of the bathroom, he glanced at the diving bird's room, where there was only a wall lamp with soft lighting, and what he was still looking at on the Internet.

Sitting on the bed with the computer on his lap, he watched it fascinatingly.

Butterfly didn't want to disturb him, so she didn't say anything more to him, and crept back to her room.

She had already given him new towels and toothbrushes, and when he wanted to sleep, he could wash himself.

I hesitated when I closed the door, and I usually don't close the door when I sleep, but if I close the door today, I look like I'm a thief, but I don't close the door and I feel unsteady.

After a struggle of thoughts, the door was finally closed.

By the time he got to bed, he was already asleep. The butterfly leaned on the bed, and she didn't feel sleepy at all. Just leaned against the bed, stupid for a while. When I saw a book at the head of the bed, I took it casually, and it was a map dedicated to coffee around the world.

It's full of large-format photos, photos of the café.

It doesn't look like a book, it looks like a pictorial.

Butterfly flipped through a few pages at random, but in fact, her heart has been paying attention to the movement outside. After a long silence, the butterfly felt some sour eyes, so she closed the book, turned off the light and lay down.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, probably as soon as she lay down, because she was actually feeling tired. Perhaps, before falling asleep, she actually thought about it for a while, but it was only for a short time. Because after a moment, she drifted into the realm of dreams.

In the dream, she will always be a female student, although she has a lot of things on her heart, a lot of burdens on her heart, a lot of homework to do, and exams that she can't cope with every day, but deep down she is always so reserved and rebellious.

In the dream, she walked into the classroom with her head held high, and the lewd boy at the back table had snuck her hair braids yesterday. Today I timidly said to her: Can you show him your paper?

The butterfly disagreed contemptuously.

He was suddenly very angry, and stretched out his hands to grasp the butterfly's neck, and the butterfly was startled, and instinctively shrank and fell off the stool, but woke up—

But it obviously feels like the hands are still there, strange, how did the hands in the dream come to reality?

On second thought, no, it wasn't the lewd boy's hands, but another pair, somewhat chilly hands. He didn't come to catch butterflies, but directly lifted her waist and legs, and hugged her from the bed.

As soon as it leaves the warm bed, the butterfly immediately wakes up halfway. In the black rumbling room, she felt a person close to her, with a low breath, familiar.