The diving bird was obviously a little dissatisfied with her way of eating, and he would occasionally come and buy some food at a convenience store in front of the community, meat skewers, meatballs, a full cup, and butterflies were not interested.

He sat there and ate by himself, and said unceremoniously, "Then, shall I eat lunch?"

Then there are several shops selling aquatic products, and a strong fishy smell comes to the nostrils. The floor was slippery and muddy, littered with scales and entrails left over from the slaughter of fish that had not been cleaned up in time, and a chubby tiger cat squatted in a corner squinting and napping.

Butterflies don't like this kind of place the most, hurriedly covering their noses. After finally passing through this market, the road opened up, and in front of it was a whole residential area.

After living here for all these years, Butterfly is still quite familiar with the roads here. As we walked, the road became sparsely populated.

Butterfly knew that she was close to the diving bird's house, and she suddenly became nervous for some reason.

She knew in her heart that she was just here to take a look, just to take a look downstairs, but just this thought made her feel a little heartbeat, as if she was secretly doing something unseemly.

A few times she tried to stop and turn back, but curiosity prevailed.

I kept relieving myself: take a look at it and go back, anyway, he's not there, and he won't know that he's been there.

The butterflies are having a good time.

To be honest, a person who occasionally does something against his or her own nature is usually more excited.

Following the address, I quickly found the community.

To say that this community is not as bad as the diving bird said, the residential community of this magic capital is more or less the same, with a circle of walls, matchbox buildings, neatly arranged, as if the design obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I don't know where this design concept started to become popular? Perhaps the culture has opened up, and gradually accepted the neat and regular design style of foreign gardens, which is as fast as going to the dross, and China's original hopelessly stressing to move to a different scene, and the concept of seeking differences in the same is quickly driven out, and all square boxes have been erected, from south to north, and erected all over the north and south of the river.

Nowadays, these gardens are basically a glimpse of the whole picture. At first glance, you can see it all.

At the door, there is a huge mountain stone very abruptly, which is engraved in red: Tianxing Community.

Inside, it was a checkerboard arrangement, and even so, the butterflies went around and around for a long time before they saw the same house number in front of a building.

I found it, it was very comfortable, I looked around with interest, and then looked upstairs, guessing which window the diving bird would live in? Is it the closed window, or the window with a spider plant in front of it.

Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard someone not far behind me say leisurely: What are you looking at in front of my house?

Are you talking to me? The butterfly was still stunned, obviously asking herself.

The butterfly looked back and saw that fifty meters away from her, the diving bird was looking at her with a smile on her face, and she was also looking at her with interest.

That lazy demeanor, honest, honest and very familiar. For so many years, every time he appeared in front of the butterfly, he always looked like this, with a little cynicism and a little bit of fooling the world. Now it seems that there is still a little bit, how to say, by the way, it is schadenfreude.

Why was he so happy?

yes, didn't you get caught?

What does this wrong behavior mean?

The butterfly was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

Normally, butterflies take a quick turn in their minds, giving themselves a reasonable and comfortable reason to defuse the situation in front of them. But at this time, the butterfly was a little confused. There's really no reason to put it there.

Butterfly couldn't help but come up with another mentality, there is no reason, just pretend to be stupid. It's her usual style, and it's been tried and tested over the years.

She stood there stupidly, not saying anything, just laughing dryly.

The diving bird slowly approached her, looked at her, and seemed to be pondering the real reason for this, and the smile in his eyes was obviously stronger, and said: Actually, I have seen you from afar. Hehe.

The butterfly's face couldn't help but blush, it turned out that she had been followed a long time ago, and she didn't know it.

I only heard him continue: I wasn't sure it was you, but I've been looking at the computer too much recently, and my eyes are really bad, but after walking for a while, I know it's you.

The butterfly's face is hot and hot, being followed, and to put it bluntly, you have to listen to it seriously, which is not a comfortable experience. Fortunately, he didn't make any embarrassing moves on the road just now, let him follow behind like this, otherwise it would be really unpleasant.

He spoke unhurriedly about the whole process of this tracking, completely blunt, without hiding: I started to think that you were going to somewhere, but I really didn't expect you to come to my house. But when you walk into the community, I'm sure of it.

He smiled and looked at the butterfly with an unnatural expression, and looked at her like this for a long time, as if a flower suddenly grew on the butterfly's face, a flower of shyness. Hee Hee said: Come, why don't you give me a call?

At this time, the butterfly finally let out a sigh and whispered: I thought you were still out of town.

The sun was shining from behind, the diving bird's eyes were dark, with a strange look, and that smile looked really indescribably evil and bad at the moment.

He looked secretly proud. The butterfly's move revealed her deep inner world, and suddenly opened up to him as if the clouds had seen the day, and he was slowly admiring the trick without hurrying.

The diving bird said: I actually came back a long time ago.

The butterfly bit her lip and said, "Then you still said on the phone that it will be a while."

The diving bird said: It was supposed to be a while, but there are some things here that I am in a hurry to come back.

The butterfly turned her brain and opened the topic: Is your mother okay?

The diving bird said, "Okay."

The butterfly consciously found an outlet for herself, at least not as reserved as before, and habitually laughed at herself: I happened to be passing by here today, hehe, thinking that you seem to live nearby, hehe, you also moved here for a few days, and I haven't done the friendship of the landlord, and I haven't come to see it, so I came to take a look, hehe......

These words are false, far-fetched, and purely foolish words, and the more the butterfly herself speaks, the softer it becomes, and I just hope that the person who listens will listen to it like this, and don't care.

The diving bird looked at her carefully and said: Really?

The butterfly was reluctant to look directly at his expression, and his expression was written in a solemn manner, who believes, two words. His gaze made the butterfly a little unbearable, not as peaceful and quiet as usual, and there seemed to be some kind of depression hidden in the bottom, and he couldn't say it for a while. It's very different from usual, and it looks like a different person.