Butterfly could hear the mockery and ridicule in his words.

However, I didn't hear it.

Butterfly didn't want to say anything more about this question, after all, there was a party sitting behind him, Zhi Kite. He pricked up his ears, listened with his eyes open, watched. He didn't understand the hidden meaning of their short conversation, which was related to a person's loneliness for so many years, so many years of longing, cruel and cold.

He looked at the butterflies, and then at the diving birds, and this uncle in front of him was too cold, so he was a little scared. But it's a little strange to think that mom says he's her own dad, and all in all, this little guy is also confused.

When he saw the car driving towards a road he didn't know, he began to feel uneasy and anxious: Mom, I'm going to get out of the car, where are we going? Mom, I'm going to get out of the car—

The butterfly's thoughts immediately returned to the body of the kite, and comforted softly: It's coming soon, don't cry, don't cry, why are you crying like this when you're such a big person? Don't be afraid, isn't mom right around? It's okay, don't cry.

Stopping the kite looked at the butterfly with tears in his eyes, and the butterfly turned to wipe his snot. The diving bird reached out and handed her a tissue box, and the butterfly looked at it, drew a tissue, wiped off the snot of the kite, and said, "Okay, it'll be there soon."

After settling the kite, the butterfly sat down again, and said, "Where are we going?"

The diving bird said, "You probably didn't have dinner." So let's go have a meal together.

The butterfly said: Where to eat?

The diving bird doesn't think about it, so he says: You'll know when you go.

The butterfly pursed her lips and thought: What can't you say directly? Be so mysterious.

Then there was a moment of silence.

Butterfly was a little stiff when he asked him just now, and at the moment he felt that there was nothing to talk about, so he simply didn't say anything.

The diving bird seems to be concentrating on driving.

This was the first time he had ridden in his car, and that year he said to himself: Wuji, I have already taken the driver's license. Butterfly was indeed very happy at that time, because her mind immediately began to sketch a picture of two people traveling in a car by themselves, just the two of them. Whether it's to the beach or to the mountains, it's just the two of them.

It's a pity that they didn't have a single such journey. All she remembered was him pushing his bicycle back and forth between her house and his.

There is nothing more sad in life than recalling the good memories of the beginning. Everything is just a memory.

Speaking of cars, Butterfly suddenly found that his car was no worse than Zhuang Yousheng's car, she had always sat in Zhuang Yousheng's noble car, so she still had some ability to distinguish between the good and bad of the car, and at a glance she knew that the car was worth a lot of money.

Butterfly thought: It seems that he is doing well. Shibei should be impressed by each other for three days, and now Ying Shuying has been reborn, and he is no longer the boring teenager who is looking for jobs all over the world and living in a rented house that he knew back then, and always likes to listen to her with a subtle smile, and the three women of Zygote and Mingyue are bored and chatting.

Isn't it? I am no longer the butterfly I was back then, I am not confused when I am over the year, I have seen everything I should see in my life, I have experienced everything I should experience, and the only thing left is to live every day quietly. What is it called? Twilight!

By the way, I'm already a woman in the twilight.

I won't be surprised by many things, and I won't be surprised anymore, the so-called pampering is not shocked, it seems that you must be a certain age. Walking on the road, no one will come to the road to court, and no one will come to offer courtesy.

She remembers a time when she was drinking coffee in a café and saw several young men looking at a girl. The girl was obviously pretending to be deaf and dumb, and the boy was scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry because he couldn't get a clear indication from the other party.

The butterfly looks at it calmly from the side, and this is the game played between young men and women. A love scene that every young person will experience, chasing and chasing. In fact, the butterfly could see at a glance that the girl was pretending, and if the boy had ignored her a little, she would not have pretended to be tall like this, but would have been more disturbed than the boy.

Butterfly sighed in her heart: Isn't this girl a microcosm of herself back then?

In fact, there is no such thing as a different girl in this world, every girl is the same. If you want to say, what made the girl who was different was actually the boy she met, who created it single-handedly. In particular, the first boy she met in her life was crucial, and the first love was often a stereotyped mold of this girl.

Butterfly knows that the reason why she will become the butterfly she is today is because of Fan Fan. It is understandable that he was crucial to her life. It's he who spoils himself and gets tired of spoiling.

But I have to say that he is not just silent, and unconsciously changed the life of the diving bird, his love?

If he is really unmarried, then isn't he a sinner?

The butterfly's mood suddenly became heavy. She would have liked to hear the diving bird say to herself, "My wife is fine, and my life is fine—and something like that.

She kept her eyes out the window, and she didn't dare to turn her head to look at the diving birds, for fear that as soon as she turned her head, she would touch his scrutinizing gaze, dignified and sensitive, as if his youth was buried in his hands. And he is acting as an ignorant executioner, with an innocent expression.

A certain sense of guilt makes butterflies depressed.

The diving bird suddenly asked: How old is he?

Stop kites? By the way, I asked how old the kite was.

Butterfly said: I will be seven years old after my birthday. …… I'm going to elementary school this year.

She added later. After saying that, she noticed that the diving bird was silent, and she was also passively silent.

The diving bird groaned for a moment, perhaps thinking about something.

Suddenly, I asked, "Why did you move back again?"

Butterfly felt that his thinking was a little unable to keep up, he changed the topic too quickly, and he was still questioning why he didn't tell him about having a child, but suddenly he turned to how old was Zhiji, and now he suddenly asked why he moved back?

Butterfly couldn't laugh or cry, I really didn't know what thoughts were going on in his head, and I didn't know where he was going to escort the mother and son to dinner.

Butterfly roughly said that Zhuang Yousheng had a car accident, and now she can only move back, which is vague and general.

The diving bird just glanced at her lightly, and saw the way she spoke, and knew that she didn't say it all. For her, he still clearly remembers her habits, thinking habits, speaking habits, and even her many living habits have not forgotten one. All she has is intact in his life, and in his life, he is not willing to abandon anything.

Over the years, it is these memories that have accompanied him day after day.

He wasn't sure if he would ever see her again, but he was sure that if he met her, he would take her home.

So, today he didn't go anywhere, just took the butterfly home.