Butterfly carefully observed Bi Lin's expression, and felt that he seemed to ease slightly, at least saying this, it didn't cause him to be disgusted, and he was willing to talk to you about this, this was an improvement.

Butterfly calmed down slightly, thinking about having a good chat with him, and now he needed someone to talk to him, not to preach.

The butterfly chatted and observed carefully, grasping the direction of her speech.

Butterfly said: It seems like it hasn't been updated for a long time recently?

Bi Lin nodded and said: It's been a long time since I updated it, and I haven't been on the Internet for a long time.

Butterfly said: Well, it's not good, I'm sorry for us fans. You don't know, our family also said, well, Brother Xiaolin is really good at shooting, I want to learn to take pictures with him when I grow up.

The butterfly tried to pretend to stop the kite's snorting tone, looking very funny, and Bi Lin laughed when he heard it.

He said: There are few fans who shoot indiscriminately, and some are just zombie fans. Seriously, it was just a whim at the beginning, but I actually regretted it a little after giving you the account. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me.

Butterfly said: What is the joke? To tell you the truth, my sister has not made much progress in writing novels on the Internet to this day, so she is still doing it? No matter what to do so much, even if it's just a reader reading it, I still update it every day, this is what I want to do, happy things, what do I do when I think about so many results?

He seemed a little surprised, looked at the butterfly, and asked: What novel to write?

The butterfly smiled weirdly and said, "You want to know?"

Bi Lin seemed to be very curious, and chased and asked: Tell me quickly? I'm going to check it out, and I'm going to give my sister a thumbs up and a drum.

The butterfly smiled and said: Isn't it too big to say it? It's shameless.

Bi Lin didn't give up, begging the butterfly: Tell me quickly? Why haven't you mentioned it all this time? Maybe one day I will become a writer, or if it becomes a TV series, I can also be hi and hi together?

The butterfly shook her head and said, "Where is it so easy?" I just wrote it according to my own heart, it was neither fantasy nor horror, it was plain, like an old woman's footwrap, long and smelly. It's also difficult for the readers who are willing to come and see it every day.

Bi Lin took the butterfly's hand and said, "Tell me, I'll help you whitewash."

The butterfly looked at him, blinked, and said, "Okay, as long as you live well, I'll tell you." You are not allowed to lie to me?

Bi Lin glared at the butterfly and said: Actually, I have figured it out these days, I just don't want to talk to them, they don't understand my mood at all, they always think that I am still a child, in fact, I am already so old, and I am about to join the ranks of uncles-

The butterfly sneered and said, "You have become an uncle, and I am no longer an old woman?" Hey, but, I don't want to age so fast.

Bi Lin said: My sister is not old at all, seriously. You also know my dad and mom, they're just that kind of people, they can't communicate at all.

Butterfly said: So, you can't stuff yourself at home all day long, face them all day long, you should find something to do for yourself, and then open up your circle of friends more, you will naturally have friends.

Bi Lin said: I know, but I'm very lazy, they don't let me go to work, they lock me up at home, what do you say I should do?

Butterfly thought for a moment, and then said: You always have to go to work, and a young man like you must go out to work. Or you can think about it a little bit differently, what else do you want to do? Don't care about the money, the future, just think what you want to do but don't do?

Bi Lin lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly said: I want to continue reading-

He paused, and then continued: I want to continue to read some books, and then go to an ancient town, open a shop, and live like this.

The butterfly clapped her hands and immediately said, "Okay, that's a good idea, why not go about it?"

Bi Lin raised his confused eyes, looked at the butterfly in disbelief, seemed to not understand what she meant, and said: Do you really think my idea is feasible? I guess my mother listened to them and said that I was unrealistic anymore.

The butterfly said: If people always live in the eyes of others, how can they live? If I had it, I wouldn't have been able to spend a day. My sister agrees, anyway, you're not out of money, haha.

The second half of the sentence can't help but be a little ridiculous. But Bi Lin didn't hear it.

Bi Lin has been very timid and cowardly over the years, and he always feels that everything needs to be approved by his mother and father before he feels that it is feasible and serious.

He is like the little beast in the cage, and his parents are like his own animal tamers, and their words and deeds are the rules of his every behavior, and they are the only way he knows how to behave. He's been trembling like this all along.

He didn't doubt it, and he didn't dare to doubt it, thinking that people are not like this, and everything you do, if you make your parents show their face, it is right.

If he acted completely according to his own will, freedom seemed to him to be a kind of arbitrary and reckless behavior.

A man, working, starting a family, starting a business, giving birth, raising, and taking care of his family, should follow this principle all his life, and to violate it is to rebel.

But he was deeply tired of or disgusted with these things from the bottom of his heart.

He hated hearing his mother babble about his father, and he hated his father's cold, stiff, unsmiling father's face.

These thoughts, for him, are simply fanciful, simply romantic dreams. But now, the butterfly suddenly agreed so much, which made him a little uncomfortable and confident.

He muttered: Really? I didn't dare to tell my parents, they scolded me for not working hard, I didn't want to work hard, and my mind was full of strange thoughts. Mom will say again, who is the son of the family, who is as old as you, has already become the backbone of the enterprise, and has a successful career, which is like you, and he does not have a prodigal virtue.

Butterfly sighed, that's probably what most parents think.

Butterfly said: Yes, parents think like this, thinking that their children can be successful. Human sense.

Bi Lin lowered his head again, and said as if he was a little dreamy: You may not know that this time with Chongji is the most comfortable and relaxed life I feel. I have a decent job, my mom won't bother me, and I have a good reason to avoid her. I went on vacation with him to various places, hiking, fishing, watching snow, diving, and I realized that life can be so colorful. Really happy.

The butterfly couldn't help but be silent, and suddenly he lifted the weight, his shadow and shadow, and the ghost that seemed to be far away suddenly floated in front of him, which was really a little unguardable.

The butterfly had been pressing against touching the scar, because the scar was still fresh, had not healed, and was stained with blood, which would hurt when touched and burst when touched......