Interior of an old mountain village villa:

There was no light in the room, and Dai Lu carefully wiped the surface of the table and cabinet by the bright light coming through the gap in the curtains, and the furniture had indeed accumulated a thin layer of dust on it, as the maid had just said.

The rag in his hand turned black after a while, Dai Lu walked to the edge of the curtain, and after opening a corner, he could clearly see that there was a small pool in the corner where the rag could be cleaned.

The pool and faucet are very exquisite, like a special piece of furniture, shrunk in the corner of the room, and no one knows why the master wants to build a small pool in such a room without a bathroom and no balcony, maybe it is really to facilitate the work of the maid!

The tap water with temperature flowed out of the small pipe, accompanied by a little rust smell, probably because it had not been used for a long time, Dai Lu deliberately let the water go a little before starting to clean the rag.

After opening it for more than a minute, Dai Lu closed the curtains, and she casually wiped her damp hands on the edge of the curtains, and then returned to the fireplace that had not been wiped down just now.

When she reached for the top of the fireplace, something seemed to have fallen into the fireplace between Dai Lu's fingers, and she didn't seem to notice it, a pair of eyes were only staring at the oil painting above the fireplace, and her hands naturally moved on the countertop.

It is an oil painting with the theme of embracing, and the background of the picture is a distant mountain, with a faint ink mixed with water outlining the outline of the mountain, and some faint pines and cypresses. In a zoomed-in perspective, a young man and woman snuggle up closely.

They sat on the grass with their backs to the person looking at the painting, the man's right hand running through the shawl on the woman's back, and his outstretched fingers gently caressing the woman's hair; The woman, on the other hand, relaxes her body and leans on the man's shoulder, making it feel as if she has fallen asleep.

The subject matter of the painting is very warm and reveals a sense of long-lasting happiness. Just like the infinitely elongated mountain background, it seems to imply that the love between this young man and woman will last forever.

Looking at the dream-like picture, Dai Lu's eyes revealed a little obsession, maybe every girl, or young woman, will have a yearning for the happy artistic conception expressed in this oil painting.

After a while, Dai Lu finally came to her senses, she turned over the rag in her hand, and wiped the frame of the oil painting with the clean side. As he wiped, the fingers of his other hand naturally pressed the frame.

The scratches on the frame, and the gaps caused by the obsolescence, made Dai Lu a little sad, and she thought to herself: 'When I have time, I must find something to make up for the frame.' As for what could fill the gap in the wood, Dai Lu hadn't thought of it for the time being.

At this time, the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door again, Dai Lu knew that her colleague was coming as soon as she heard it, so she hurried back to the door of the room and listened carefully to whether the other party was walking towards the room where she worked.

However, the footsteps did not get closer and closer as Dai Lu thought, but seemed to be getting farther and farther, as if the other party was walking through the hall and towards the master's room.

Maybe she's sending afternoon tea. Dai Lu thought, retracted her head, and continued her dispensable work, at this time it was close to about 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and it was indeed the time for the man to drink afternoon tea, so Dai Lu did not suspect anything.

Thinking of the male host, Dai Lu's face flushed slightly, although the male owner is not tall, only about 1.65 meters, but that handsome and handsome face is not much worse than the current little fresh meat, not to mention, Dai Lu himself likes boys who are younger than himself, so he has always had a little unspeakable yearning for the male host.

Of course, you can't let the man's uncle know, the man's uncle is the old man who arranged a job for Dai Lu just now, he lives in this villa all the year round, and in the past, he has been taken care of by his brother a lot, so now, these cares are given back to his brother's son.

There were only two maids in the villa, including Dai Lu, and in fact, it would be more appropriate for them to be called domestic servants, because in the village, there was no such thing as a maid, and everyone used to be neighbors.

The villa has been standing here for more than 80 years, and has only been renovated once, and its appearance is very old, even worse than the better self-built houses in the village.

It's just that the space inside and the old mahogany furniture still seem to have a bit of upper-class style. Dai Lu guessed more than once that the owner's family should have been a wealthy family a century ago.

Why guess? Because the current economic situation of the master's family is not the best in the village, and the salary given to them is not much, Dai Lu decided to stay and work because of her yearning for the male master.

And what exactly is the other little maid for? She has no way of guessing, because the two are not familiar with each other, and there is not much intersection in their usual working hours, so there are very few opportunities to speak.

Putting aside her messy thoughts, Dai Lu began to work seriously, she did not forget to clean up the dust in the fireplace, the fireplace here is completely used for heating, and it has not been lit for a long time, so except for the dust, there is basically no black ash or charcoal wood that has been burned.

The work in the villa continued, everything seemed very peaceful, nothing strange happened, everyone was doing their own job, including the guests who lived on the upper floor of the villa at the moment.

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Between the cols where butterflies gather:

A strange smell caught the man's attention when he climbed the rock and finally walked into the mysterious col, the man had not been here for a long time, and he only remembered that he had come to play with his family when he was a teenager.

So, now that he can find the way here, the man does admire his memory a little. The air between the cols seemed so cold at all times, and the wind blew in circles on the face, bringing up the corners of the fabric and dancing with it.

The man groped forward for the strange smell, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter, for as he walked deeper, the ground was full of the corpses of Kashinv's ghost butterflies.

These beautiful butterflies, half transparent and half brilliant colors, rarely congregate so much and die at the same time.

Why? Could it be that someone has poisoned this place? Or sprayed with pesticides? The man speculated, but there was not the slightest hint of pesticides or strange chemicals in the air, only an increasingly fishy stench.

The man's thoughts gradually extended to something bad, and soon after, behind a huge rock, the man saw the corpses of butterflies densely laid on the ground, and they were like a blanket, covering another thing on the ground.

The man's steps became a little hesitant, and there was panic in his eyes that could not be concealed, because the silhouette covered by butterflies could not make people imagine anything good no matter what.

As the minutes passed, the afternoon sun, which should have been brilliant, now seemed even darker, and between the empty cols, the wind kept blowing the fallen leaves, making a rustling sound.

After I don't know how long, there was a sudden heavy sound of a man falling down between the cols, and a poignant and short exclamation, no one knew what was going on, and the so-called person quickly fled the scene after the exclamation, his panicked back made people feel as if some ghost was chasing him.