There was a terrible incident at the airport, and it is unknown whether there are dead people, but on the other side, it is still calm as usual, and the old screenwriter who is waiting for his son's return in his villa has welcomed a special guest.

This guest is his quasi-'son-in-law' Mr., why should the word son-in-law be put in quotation marks? Because the old screenwriter didn't have a daughter at all, he had a total of two sons when he was young, he lost one by himself when he was young, and now he is forced to rebel against one because of his stubbornness, and the pain and anger caused by all this are counted on the heads of outsiders at the moment.

Until they understand each other, let me be a little more complicated and call them the old screenwriter and Mr. Policeman.

"What are you doing here? Get out! The old screenwriter was in an irritable mood, he didn't want to see the man outside the door, and he wanted to close the door.

However, the young man was very calm, and he didn't get angry, he just stood up to the door and said respectfully: "Uncle, I didn't come today to make you angry, I just wanted to have a good talk, I know I'm a little late, but could you please give me a chance?" ”

"What is there to talk about between us? I don't want to know about you and him, whatever you do!! ”

"Do you want to lose it again?"

"You...... Are you threatening me?! The old screenwriter's voice instantly raised an octave, and he shouted loudly at the door.

Mr. Police controlled himself, tried his best to keep smiling, and said, "I don't mean to threaten, but what I said is the truth, is the past you don't want to mention related to the yellow butterfly flower?" You can forget, you can not care, but he can't! ”

"Yellow Butterfly Flower!"

Hearing this, the old screenwriter's hand that closed the door relaxed, he seemed to have changed a person, his anger dimmed in his pupils, and the person turned around and walked into the room.

Mr. Policeman followed the old screenwriter into the villa, closed the door with his hand, and in front of him was a small champagne-colored hallway, in which there were only two shoe racks, one large and one small, which looked no different from ordinary people.

This is the home of Mr. Policeman's lover, so he relaxes, and after changing his leather shoes, he takes a step forward, and instead of the large living room he imagined, it is divided into two parts.

On the right-hand side is an open-plan studio, with more than 50 square meters, surrounded by glass walls, and you can see the courtyard and swimming pool outside.

Follow the old screenwriter to the small room on the left, inside is an iron black staircase, there is no ornate decoration, except for the paintings on the wall, there are only a few round energy-saving lamps on the top as lighting tools.

The staircase rotates upwards and you turn the corner to see the backs of two single sofas side by side on the side of the railing, with black edges, champagne-coloured cloth covers and cushions, looking simple and comfortable.

Silently continuing to walk up, Mr. Policeman finally stepped up the last step and heard the man in front of him say, "Sit down." ”

He remained polite, and waited until the old screenwriter sat down first, and then bowed slightly to the 'father-in-law' before sitting down on the sofa near the staircase.

Neither of them was willing to speak first, and no one made tea for the guests, so Mr. Police could only pretend to be in the observation hall in order to pass the embarrassment.

The old screenwriter's preference was somewhat different, and next to his place was a long black table, looking from the direction of Mr. Policeman, on which was placed a lamp from left to right, three pen holders, a large stack of manuscript paper (the manuscript paper had a rectangular paperweight, which should be heavy), and a vase, but it was empty, and nothing was placed inside.

Behind the long table was a decorative wall, in the middle of the room, and on the front of the decorative wall was inlaid a huge oil painting of a rural landscape, which Mr. Policeman did not look closely at, and he was never good at admiring these things.

What was behind the decorative wall, Mr. Policeman couldn't see clearly, and he didn't want to explore more, because he had been sitting still for a minute or two, and if he didn't speak, he might not be able to delay.

When it comes to the yellow butterfly flower, he has no choice but to make a decision in order to enter the door, so how can he start now? After thinking for a few seconds, Mr. Policeman was ready to talk about the matter.

"Uncle, I'm here to ...... today"

"Tell me, how far have you and that kid got?"

"Ugh!"

The sudden questioning suddenly blocked the prepared words of the policeman, and he had to answer the question first.

"We ...... We don't live together yet, we just live together as friends. The first time he lied, Mr. Policeman's ears turned red, according to his own heart, this kind of thing would not be cowardly even if he was to be killed, but in order to take care of his lover, he had to retreat.

"And after that? What are you going to do? Be friends for life? Or do you take him abroad to get married? Do you really think I'm going to agree? ”

The old screenwriter's series of questions came like a cannonball, and his face became more and more ugly, but when his emotions were about to reach their peak, he was interrupted by a phone call.

He broke off the bottleneck of the vase, and pulled out a white wire at once, Mr. Police was shocked to find that the vase was actually a telephone, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and complained in his heart: It's really a strange design.

I didn't know what was said on the other end of the phone, but after a few minutes, the old screenwriter stood up and said to the policeman: "I have something to go out for, why don't you sit alone for a while, the housekeeping aunt will come soon, and then you will have lunch here." ”

The old screenwriter's sudden change of attitude made Mr. Police a little overwhelmed, but it was the first time they had met, was it really appropriate for him to stay here alone?

But the policeman couldn't ask more, so he had to say, "Uncle, if you don't get busy first, I'm walking around the neighborhood alone, and I don't come to the city often, so I just take this opportunity to visit." ”

"No, you stay, I'll be back soon, and when we're done, you'll have time to go shopping." The old screenwriter seemed very resolute, which made Mr. Police even more confused.

He frowned as he watched the old man leave the villa in a hurry, and when he was left alone, he immediately went around behind the decorative wall, as if something was there to attract him.

Special 'father-in-law' and 'son-in-law', are they really the people we imagined? If not, why do you know about the yellow butterfly flower? And what exactly did Mr. Policeman see behind the decorative wall?

At noon, when the housekeeping aunt stepped into the second floor of the villa, the hall was already empty, and the housekeeping aunt naturally didn't know what was going on, so she quickly took out the portable vacuum cleaner in the cabinet and began to clean up.