The two men looked at each other silently for a long time, and finally the diving bird sighed and said: If you really love her, keep her in your heart, find a good place, and let her rest well. Maybe it's the last thing you can do to her. As for—

He pondered for a moment, but still said: The problem between us, I'm afraid it's not appropriate here today, this is a pure place, respect those undead. I'm here for you!

With that, he turned around and left.

Du Ou watched the diving bird leave in a daze, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, everyone had already gone away, and he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He knew that he had always been afraid of diving birds in his heart, and he was always worried that Leng Qinghe would sprout an old relationship with him, but now that people are gone, what are you afraid of?

And all the speculation, he also understood, was just his own jealousy.

If you don't love deeply, how can you be jealous? If it is not jealousy, how can there be hatred?

But with the Si people gone, does all this still make sense?

He wanted to get something out of his mouth, but he knew he wouldn't get anything.

It's just that I want to give myself an affirmation, and affirm that Leng Qinghe is loyal to him in the end.

But if things are really as I guessed, what can I do now? It's just a deep blow to herself, and she is disillusioned with her love. Is this the ending you want?

He was confused.

Sometimes it's a relief to not be able to see clearly, at least there will always be some good thoughts.

In addition, he had to admit that the diving bird was right, it was not appropriate to be here today-

This is the woman he has truly loved in his life, and he wants to complete the final farewell for her, this is what he should do now, and the only thing he can do.

Back in the car, the diving bird finally couldn't help crying for a long time, he lay on the steering wheel, feeling that his heart had been broken, that kind of sadness was heartbreaking, people can pretend to be calm, when facing alone, only to realize that he is actually very fragile, as if someone is holding a knife, and a deep blood mark has been carved on his heart.

He turned on the stereo suddenly, and turned the volume to the extreme, and then howled in pain, trying to vent all the resentment that had accumulated in his chest for a long time.

On that sunny day in late spring, he was like a wild beast, crying for a long time in an unmanned carriage.

No one can understand his grief, and he doesn't need anyone else to understand it.

It doesn't matter – what if people all over the world don't understand me? I'm still a good man, and I still have to make great strides forward, so that the gloomy life remains yesterday.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but every tear that pops out is full of true feelings. He does not ask for understanding, does not ask for comfort, sprinkles to the sky, sprinkles to the vicissitudes, sprinkles to the eternal loneliness, sprinkles to this silent world...... And then—

When the tears are completely dry, he can regain his strength, start the engine, and step on the accelerator-

As soon as the boring spring days are over, the magic capital has entered the long rainy season.

The life of a butterfly is as plain as ever, plain and fulfilling. The diving bird has all but disappeared from her world. At first, she was also a little unaccustomed to it, as if life suddenly lost some rules, and people would become uncomfortable. But once you get used to the new rhythm, you will feel as if this is the original state of life.

Everything is calm again.

Nowadays, she likes to go outside to sketch on her vacation days. There is a small park nearby, and there is a small lake in the middle of the lake, and in the middle of the lake there is a small miniature island with a flock of colorful ducks. The kite was so obsessed with it that on his day off, he had to go there to see the ducks.

Butterflies accompanied him a few times, but the park was too small and unsightly, and it took less than twenty minutes to walk around.

While she was there to paint and sketch, she sat bored on the bench and fell asleep. Several times I sat like this, almost falling asleep. Sometimes you don't even notice that the leaves have fallen on your shoulders.

Later, she simply didn't go, and let Zhikite go alone, anyway, in Butterfly's opinion, a boy as big as him, there is no need for his mother to watch it all day long, just a few simple instructions: Be careful of cars on the road? Don't talk to strangers, don't take anything from others, in short, stay safe!

At first, she listened carefully, but then she gradually disliked her verbosity. Every time he went out, he would pour himself half a glass of water and stuff a small biscuit in his backpack pocket, not actually eating it himself, but thinking about feeding the ducks.

Because if he had biscuits, the ducks would swim in flocks, and he would be happy.

However, the butterfly was very opposed to him, saying: Don't feed the ducks indiscriminately, the ducks in the park are specially raised, don't feed them indiscriminately.

Every time he came back, he would reopen the scroll to see how he was painting today, and the butterfly would occasionally hold a teacup, and look at it intentionally or unintentionally, and when he found that it was a duck that was painted over and over, the butterfly would laugh: "Stop kite, why do you only draw ducks?" If there are no ducks, is there nothing else to paint?

The kite said: Absolutely not! I like to draw ducks, they are so beautiful, you see, Mom, their feathers are beautiful. But, Mom, I don't think I can draw well every time.

Butterfly doesn't think so, for a person like her, who doesn't have any talent for painting, the kite is already very good, so she said: Where? I think it's a good drawing.

Still not satisfied, the kite wanted to tear it off when it looked at it, but the butterfly immediately stopped it and said, "What are you doing?" You don't think it's good, I think it's good. If you don't want it, give it to me!

The kite said, "Okay, for you!"

The butterflies took away a lot of kites, and there were a lot of pictures of ducks. One spring to summer, a pile has already been harvested. Once she brought one to Gao Ruohan. Gao Ruohan praised endlessly, and kept asking: Who painted this?

The butterfly smiled from ear to ear and said, "Who else?" Of course, it's a stop for kites.

Gao Ruohan really liked it, and actually paid someone to frame it and hang it in the living room.

The butterfly went home and told the kite, who opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth wide, and said in surprise: Mom, are you ashamed? Such a bullshit painting, and you still want to give it away?

The butterfly didn't care and said: Where is the bullshit? I don't think anyone can get any better than this.

Sure enough, in a national Chinese painting competition in early summer, Zhi Kite won the first place. A red list was posted at the gate of the school, and he became a celebrity in the school. It is said that a few girls are so confused that they will come to the door of the class from time to time.

I don't understand why this is? So he went home and asked the butterflies. The butterfly laughed and said, "Oh, my kite is so popular with girls, it's amazing." But Mom warns you, don't mess around!

Zhi Kite didn't understand what Hu Lai meant, so he asked: Mom, what is Hu Lai?

Butterfly thought for a while, and said: Hu Lai, it's just that you don't study hard and spend time in other aspects.

Zhi Kite nodded and said seriously: Oh, I won't do this, I don't have time, it's too late to paint. Mom, when will Uncle Zhuang wake up and point out my paintings? The teachers who were in the classes outside were not as good as Uncle Zhuang's drawing.

Butterfly was silent all of a sudden, of course she knew that the kite stop master was famous.

Those teachers once asked Butterfly in private: Who taught your son to start painting? Why is the foundation so good?

The butterflies all smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, she also knows, where are those teachers worthy of Zhuang Yousheng? When Zhuang Yousheng taught the kite, he spent hard work and effort, taught in a down-to-earth manner, was absolutely strict and serious, and could not be sloppy with every stroke.

She still remembers that when she looked at it on the side, sometimes she felt sorry for the kite, a child who had not eaten neatly, and painted on her stomach every day. Look at it now, it's really hard to come by. The sweetness and sourness in it, only Butterfly knows in her heart, but she really misses Zhuang Yousheng-