Director Zhang didn't seem to find what he wanted in Wu Ziming, so he restrained himself and said with a serious smile:

"You, when can you not be so serious? Ten years? Except for your bugs when I saw you laugh at the full moon wine, I haven't seen you smile since then. I really don't know if your brother Yan Die can stand it. By the way, I'm afraid he's coming soon, right?"

Looking at each other, speechless for a few seconds, Wu Ziming still didn't say anything, just waiting for Director Zhang to say.

Director Zhang looked at the iceberg beauty in front of him, and sighed in his heart, what a piece of ice. Shaking his head, he said:

"The only person who didn't fall asleep was a seven-year-old boy named Butterfly Dancer. ”

When Wu Ziming heard his son's name, his heart was shocked, and he muttered to himself:

"Bugs?"

Director Zhang nodded and said:

"It's the preschool school, the long-term class, your worms. ”

Wu Ziming seems to be caught up in endless memories. After a long time, he came back to his senses and said helplessly:

"Let's go, I'll ask him and see if I can find anything. ”

A few minutes later, a cluster of traditional Chinese buildings, covering an area of about 3,000 square meters, seemed a little out of place in the middle of a bustling city.

Although surrounded by high-rise businessmen in the middle, it does not seem to be subdued at all, but has a feeling of lofty aspirations. The courtyard wall is more than two meters high, and there are eight two-story attics in the direction of eight hangings.

The attic is a semi-timbered structure with many plants in the vicinity, and eight attics surround a nine-story pagoda. The body of the tower is antique, the whole is the square pavilion type brick tower of brick imitation wood structure, it is composed of tower base, tower body, tower stop, each layer of the tower body is made of green bricks to imitate the eaves column of the Tang Dynasty building, the bucket arch, the column, the sandalwood fang, the eaves rafters, the flying rafters and other imitation wood structures, the grinding bricks are made of the joints, the structure is strict and neat, and the solidity is abnormal.

The wall surface of each layer of the tower body is made of bricks flat pillar and forehead, and a brick arch coupon door opening is opened in the middle of each layer on four sides. The plan of the tower is also square, with floor slabs on each floor and escalators, which can spiral up to the top of the tower.

One floor and two layers are separated by nine bays, three or four floors are seven bays, five, six and seven eight floors are five bays, and the middle pillar of the nine floors is only used for collection, and the tower name is called Autumn Goose.

There is a big bell hanging in the southwest Xun position under the tower, and the wooden pestle with the thickness of the bowl mouth is also hanging next to it, and the bell clearly leaves traces of long-term hitting.

To the west of the whole complex is the Xinrui Lake of Qiongcheng City, the lake is wide and the autumn wind sweeps and the blue waves are infinite.

Wu Ziming stood outside the courtyard gate and said softly:

"It's not been a few years since this building was completed, but every time I come here, I always feel that there is a longing for it here, and it is this feeling that makes her send the bugs here, and she has been studying for more than a year, and the last time she came home, she felt so mature in her thinking, like a teenager. ”

Wang Qing'er, who was traveling with her, also looked at the compound affectionately, and seemed to be in the same mood as Wu Ziming, and sighed:

"Yes, our house is bright and much more mature. ”

Chen Ran, Liu Shan, Wang Qing'er, Wu Ziming and Zhang Dong walked into the courtyard together, and came to the Qianyuan Pavilion, this building is located in the south, the gossip is out of the word, the four police officers in front of the building surrounded a six or seven-year-old child, the child seems to be very familiar with these policemen, not in a hurry, standing upright, answering one by one.

Seeing this situation, Director Zhang, who was following behind, hurriedly strode to the front, pulled away a police officer and said:

"Zhang Yuan, let a few of you watch here, who asked you to come over for questioning, what should you do if you scare the child?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wu Ziming, and then said to the child with a smile:

"Bugs, come here, come to Uncle Zhang. ”

The child walked lightly and said politely:

"Uncle Zhang, it's okay, they just asked me what I could learn here, to see if there was any need to send the child here. ”

The police officer didn't expect this kid to say this, and he cried out in his heart,

"Hey, little ancestor, our performance bonus is going to be in vain. These are not our main problems. Off topic, don't talk to Zhang Ju. ”

When Director Zhang heard this, he immediately became angry, and thought to himself, what are you asking about, should the police ask, let you guard and secretly ask about the situation, you ask a bird. Then he frowned and glared at the four of them speechlessly.

The child seemed to see Director Zhang's anger and thought that he had said the wrong thing, so he hurriedly said:

"Uncle Zhang, don't blame them, I saw them idle there, which was quite boring, so I asked them to come over and talk, really. ”

When the police officer heard this, his face turned green, and he said in his heart:

"It's over, it's over. ”

Sure enough, Director Zhang said angrily:

"You guys are really good, ah? This year's annual leave will be cancelled, and the performance pay will be seen in the aftermath. ”

The police officers sighed and answered, but then they all gathered around Director Zhang to complain.

At this time, Wu Ziming had already come to the child's side, squatted down and asked in a low voice:

"Worm, are you okay, isn't it cold to wear so little? ”

The child's eyebrows are clear, his figure is slightly thin, he is dressed in a white shirt, a robe to his feet, and white cotton shoes, which seems to have some otherworldly feelings. This outfit is the standard attire for preschool schools.

The child's black eyes reveal wisdom and a trace of undetectable sadness, the straight nose bridge is as beautiful as a woman, the vermilion lips, white teeth, delicate ears, the temples are slightly long, and the fairy-like childlike temperament makes people feel pleasing when they see it.

He is Wu Ziming's only son, Dancing Butterfly Insect. Unfortunately, the naïve butterfly worm was diagnosed with a congenital heart malformation 3 months after birth.

Wu Ziming spent money, trusted relationships, and exhausted all his human and financial resources, searched for the best doctors in the country, and after several months of discussion and consultation, he decided to have heart surgery when Wu Butterfly was two years old. For the sake of the child and in debt Wu Ziming finally did surgery for the child when he was two years old, although the operation was successful, but the frail and sickly problem has not been good, and with the growth of the butterfly worm, the condition is still deteriorating, twenty years old may be his limit.

Other children are playing happily and enjoying the joy of childhood, but the dancing butterfly insect has tasted all the suffering, and the mind is much firmer than the average child in this painful grinding, and he will not take the general setbacks to heart, and his complex eyes reveal the depth that the average child does not have.

But no matter how mature he looked, he was only a seven-year-old child. When the butterfly insect saw her mother, who she hadn't seen for a long time, her heart warmed, her eyes were slightly ruddy, and she said slowly:

"I'm fine, it's not cold in my velvet pants. Mom, I miss you. ”

Wu Ziming's iceberg-like expression melted instantly, she remembered the child snuggling in her arms when she fell to the ground, and Ni Mu, who was dying after the operation, she swore in tears that she would not let the child be wronged again, she leaned down and hugged the dancing butterfly insect tightly with red eyes and said softly:

"Worm, it's my mother who is not good, I didn't stay by your side, and I didn't come to see you for a month. ”

The butterfly dancer is very sensible, and she doesn't want her mother to worry about herself, so she said

"Mom, I've grown up, I don't need you to guard me, I want to guard you, I'm in good health, I don't need to be checked. But your eyes are red, I'll check it for you?"

As he spoke, he reached with his hand forward.

Wu Ziming took the insect's hand, held the child's slightly cool fingers, and said with a curl at the corner of his mouth:

"This stinky kid is not doing anything right. Go to your room, you're awake, and the check is routine, and it must be done. ”

The butterfly dancer said helplessly:

"Even if I get up early, I can't punish me with a check? Alas, from a young age to a big adult, I can't escape your clutches. ”

A suspicious gaze fell on his mother, obviously not wanting to do any more checking.

Wu Ziming nodded affirmatively, as if to say that it must be done, you can't escape. Wu Ziming turned back to the other three and said:

"I'll just go by myself, the insects will help me get some instruments, Qing'er, you can also bring a set of instruments to see Xiao Ming." ”

Wang Qing'er snorted, picked up a set of instruments and walked due west towards Kanyuan Pavilion.

Chen Ran and Liu Shan sat down on the stone chairs outside the door of the building, spread out their white clothes, and sat down.

Chen Ran and Liu Shan are both newcomers who have just arrived in Qiongcheng Disease Control, they are not married yet, they are twenty-three or four years old, they are attracted to each other, and they have always been very chatty. Chen Ran said:

"You said that Sister Wu is usually like an iceberg in the unit, but you don't think there is a tender side?"

Liu Shan said: "Don't talk nonsense, I heard Director Yang say that Sister Wu used to laugh very much, but it was only after the child's surgery five years ago that she was like this, maybe she was stimulated, right?"

The two of you, you and I, are talking very speculatively.

On the other side, Wu Ziming's mother and son walked into the Qianyuan Pavilion very harmoniously, there are three rooms on the first floor of the attic that are slightly smaller, and two rooms on the second floor are slightly larger, it seems that they should be divided according to age, the older ones are upstairs, and the younger ones are downstairs, and there are teachers to take care of them. But even the smallest rooms are more than 30 square meters. These rooms are antique, just like the beds of ancient Xiucai, with washstands, desks, bookcases, bamboo tables, and everything next to them. And a room in the middle of the first floor knew at a glance that the teacher lived, because there was a big seal on the door - teacher.

The dancing butterfly insect helped Wu Ziming to hold the instrument, went up to the second floor together, and came to the room of the dancing butterfly insect.

While inspecting, I chatted with the bugs about the situation of this month, and the inspection was completed in a quarter of an hour, and there was nothing unusual. Wu Ziming was busy taking off the various instruments on the dancing butterfly insect. And said suspiciously:

"Your nervous system seems to have been stimulated, but why aren't you dizzy, haven't you seen or felt anything?"

The butterfly dancer let out a hesitant gaze and replied:

"Why am I dizzy? I don't see anything, do I feel it?"

After thinking about it, he said:

"I don't think I'm the same as I used to be, but I can't say what the difference is. ”

Wu Ziming frowned and said:

"Oh, little bug, you're going to turn into a cocoon?"

Notes carefully looked at the instrument again, confirmed that there was indeed no problem, and said:

"You're exactly the same as before, do you know what's going on? Don't be naughty, tell Mom. ”

The butterfly worm shook his little head and looked at the sky outside the window, hesitating in his heart, he couldn't figure out what happened last night. The butterfly insect is only seven years old, although he is a Confucian in elementary school and has a quick mind, but the things that adults can't understand are him, maybe it's just a dream and the butterfly insect thinks stupidly. Wu Ziming seemed to be still waiting for an answer, or maybe he didn't want to interrupt the child's thinking, so he kept silent.