I was born with a poor sense of direction, and the Diejia community made me completely lose my sense of direction.

Because there are too many paths in the community, the same cobblestone roads, the same tall green plants, the same shade of the sky and the sun, and the same quality and appearance, after I moved into the butterfly house, I habitually halo every time I enter and leave the community. I've always thought this was the most silly neighborhood I've ever seen. Even Die said: It is not easy to get in and go out when you first live in the community, but it is even more difficult to get out. Indeed. I went out a few times and accidentally got lost. Once, I went around for a long time and went back downstairs to the Saucer's house. If it weren't for the butterfly coming out to lead the way, I wouldn't have been able to find where the gate of the community was. I was a little annoyed by the inaction of the property management company, "Why doesn't the property put up a signage on every lane?" I asked Butterfly.

Die said, "That's how designers design." ”

"Why?" I asked.

"For safety!" Butterfly replied proudly, "Think about it, which thief would dare to come in?" This ecstasy didn't let him kill himself? ”

I think this boring security design is an exaggeration. I even think that this designer must be a person full of routines, "He can win the World Habitat Design Routine Award!" I said to Butterfly.

Butterfly grinned and said, "This designer has really won a lot of awards in the island city!" ”

Since then, every time I get dizzy, I give the fucking designer a 'grass mud horse' award from my heart.

Die's house is more than 300 square meters, with five bedrooms and two living rooms, transparent from north to south, spacious and bright.

I moved into the dish house and was assigned a room next to the study where some old books and newspapers were stored. Die said that this room used to be lived in by the nanny, but then the nanny quit her job and did not ask for it again, and it has been empty. The room was big, bed, desk, hanger, bookcase...... It's all there. This room is separated by a rosy marble hallway, opposite Butterfly's parents' bedroom. Butterfly's bedroom, on the other hand, is separated from her parents by a wall.

At that time, Die's mother was not in good health and asked for leave from her work unit to recuperate at home.

Die's mother worked in the government and was a typical Marxist-Leninist old lady who was in charge of everything in the house part-time. Die's father, who is also my president, is a typical lady supremacy of a good man, who has been accustomed to the tyranny of his wife for decades.

Soon after I moved into Butterfly's house, Butterfly's mother came to talk to me.

The old lady cleared her throat and first talked about the international situation and the domestic situation, and then from the principle of Marxism-Leninism to the current reform and opening up of the island city. Then, she cleared her throat and talked about me, "The decision to move into my house was made after many days of careful study between me and the president. Our family is a family that talks about rules, so you have to remember a few things: first, you must change into slippers after entering the door; 2. Don't smack your lips when eating; 3. Flush the bathroom after using it...... Wash. She cleared her throat again—I wondered if a fish bone or something was stuck in her throat—and she added, with a serious face, "Since you and my Butterfly are still only in the opposite stage, I would like to remind you that you are not allowed to mess around without consent, especially Butterfly's room!" She said this to me a little embarrassed, and made me blush all of a sudden. However, I nodded my head very sincerely and modestly in acceptance.

Since the Butterfly Mother has three chapters, I naturally remind myself: under the fence, you must not get carried away. I told myself to distinguish the line between myself and the butterfly, to clarify the distance, and not to interfere with the river water.

In my love affair with Butterfly, we have never swam in the park together, visited the mall together, and never walked hand in hand to the beach. Even at home, I haven't skewered butterflies in my room, and butterflies haven't come into my room. In the evenings, we would at most watch TV together in the living room and talk briefly. Around ten o'clock, the old lady would remind us on time: "Go to work tomorrow, go to bed early and get up early, it's time to rest." ”

So we went into each of our rooms, and each of us looked for our own father-in-law.

When I got back to my room, I often couldn't sleep, so I would write poems and read books.

One night, I was reading until about twelve o'clock, and I was a little sleepy, so I went to the door to turn off the lights. In the darkness after turning off the lights, I accidentally saw a glimmer of light coming through the crack in the door. I leaned closer to the crack in the door and saw that the light source was the window of the butterfly's parents' room opposite. In just a few seconds, the light was gone. This serendipitous discovery took me by surprise. I always thought that the two of them should have the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, and it was impossible to turn off the lights so late to rest, let alone turn off the lights as soon as I turned off the lights on one side and the other side with them. So, a sense of panic about being watched swept over me. In the evenings that followed, I tried a few times: turn off the lights—turn them on; The window in the opposite room followed my rhythm: turn off the lights – turn them on. So, I basically confirmed my guess.

I was obviously upset, but I had to keep the fire in my stomach.

Until one day, I finally couldn't hold it anymore, and I told Butterfly about it.

Butterfly almost cried when she heard the grievances, and wanted to find her parents to theorize, so I stopped her.

In any case, Butterfly and I are a couple in love, and we are in the age of youth and restlessness after all. Once an artificial barrier is discovered, a kind of rebellion will arise. Since then, every night at 10 o'clock when we say goodnight to each other in the living room, we can always see a kind of reluctance in each other's eyes. Yes, we walked to our respective rooms with great reluctance and reluctance.

And not long after, on a typhoon night, the pent-up rebellion was finally expressed.

That night, after dinner, we watched the news from the sofa in the living room. The news network said that a 12-magnitude typhoon called Haima will make landfall in the island city at 11 o'clock tonight.

Everyone in the island city knows that a 12-level typhoon can be regarded as a major typhoon.

At nine o'clock, the president got up and went back to his room.

Old Mrs. Marxist-Leninist also got up, "You should also go to bed early tonight, the typhoon will make landfall soon." She said to me and Butterfly.

I nodded.

However, Butterfly glanced at the old lady unhappily and said, "Mom, it's only nine o'clock, and the typhoon is early!" ”

The old lady did not speak, but went into the room.

We are waiting for a TV series called "Spy War". This TV series starts at half past nine, with two episodes every night, and Butterfly and I have been chasing after it.

There is no meaning to shut down. Butterflies are debugging one channel at a time, obviously grinding.

After a while, the door of Butterfly's parents creaked open, and the old lady Marxist-Leninist came out of the bedroom in a rage, and without saying a word, she walked through the living room, came to the television, and turned off the power on the television.

"The typhoon hasn't come yet!" Butterfly pursed her lips and muttered.

The old lady glared at her, but still did not speak, and went straight back to the room.

There were tears in the butterflies' eyes. She frowned, bit her lip, and almost cried.

I pulled the corner of Butterfly's clothes and said, "Don't look at it, I'll buy the disc for you later." ”

We went back to our rooms.

I lay in bed and couldn't sleep anyway, tossing and turning. So, get up and turn on the lights and flip through a boring book of poetry.

I don't know how long it took for the typhoon to move. At first I heard a dull sound in the distance, and after a while, the dull sound became clearer and clearer. I listened closely, and the sound was like the clatter of horses' hooves, like the waves of the sea, and more like the cracks of rocks. After a while, I felt that thousands of troops were coming over. Through the windowpane, I saw an invisible hand splashing thick ink in the dark night sky. Everything is fangs and claws, and the world is dark and chaotic. Then, I felt the whole house shake slightly.

At this time, my phone beeped, and I saw a text message from Butterfly: "I'm so scared! ”

I didn't know how to comfort her, so I replied to her casually: "What should I do, I can't be your bodyguard." ”

Butterfly quickly replied: "Do you dare to come over?" ”

I was thrilled and typed a word: "Dare." ”

She was obviously a little hesitant, and after a while, she sent a message: "It's late, Mom and Dad haven't slept yet." ”

I hurried to the door, looked through the crack in the door, and looked at the window of the opposite room, and the light was indeed still on.

I immediately understood what the reason was, so I quickly turned off the lights and pretended to rest.

I sat in the dark, waiting for the lights to go out.

In a moment, the light vanished, and the world was plunged into endless darkness.

I texted Butterfly in the dark: "The leader has turned off the lights. ”

Butterfly replied, "Wait a little longer." ”

Outside, the wind carried the torrential rain, like a fierce beast fighting each other, still wailing and tearing firmly.

I sat at my desk in the dark, like a thief waiting for an opportunity. At that moment, I thought about a lot of things: I came from a distant village, and my parents sent me through college with great difficulty, and after graduation, I came to this helpless city to endure the hardships of my youth. God didn't thin me, let me meet the teacher first. I love her, however, she doesn't give me a future. Now, God has let me meet butterflies again. Although I don't love her, she can give me a home. I am a child from the countryside, in this confused city, I have no sense of direction, I have no goal, I only know that I walk forward like a fool, looking for my home. In order to return, I threw myself into the net and hugged the butterfly's calf. I think of when I read "Red and Black" in college, my classmates talked about Yu Lianshi's contempt and disdain, and now, from the bottom of my heart, I hate those guys who stand and talk without back pain......

Butterfly sent a message: "? ”

I understood that she was asking me why I hadn't gone yet.

I looked at my watch, it had been more than half an hour, and I believed that Butterfly's parents should have fallen asleep.

So, I replied to Butterfly: "! ”

Immediately, I gently opened the door, gently closed it, and tiptoed past Butterfly's parents' room.

I came to the door of Butterfly's room, and with a gentle push, the hidden door opened.

As I walked in sideways, Butterfly jumped up and hugged me.

Outside the window, the typhoon was still howling and crippling wolves, drowning out all sounds.

I picked up the butterfly with all my strength, and I gently lowered her to the bed......

Butterfly is the first time. She burst into tears, but she didn't dare to cry.

She bit my shoulder blade and it hurt me. There were a few times when I couldn't continue, intending to end, but she hugged me tightly, wrapped her hands and legs around me on the ground, and showed with a firm action that she wanted to be my woman. My shoulder blades went from pain to heat, and from burning to numbness. And she doesn't seem to show the slightest sign of letting up. I motioned for her to switch positions and bite again, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes, her hair flicking, wrapping me tighter and biting my shoulder blades deeper......

It was a typhoon-heavy month.

Others fear and loathe typhoons; Butterfly and I, but looking forward to the typhoon, love the typhoon.