"We will never be separated. ”

The sound was small, as small as a breeze blowing across a river, like a drizzle of rain hitting leaves, like snowflakes colliding with each other, a sound strange and familiar, I seem to have heard it many times, but it seems that I have never heard of it.

The voice didn't come from Sister Rouge's mouth, because I was watching her and talking to her, and she hadn't opened her mouth after saying not to eat pineapples, and besides, I could still hear her voice.

The sound didn't come out of my mouth either.

I can't guarantee that I haven't spoken, and I can definitely pat my chest and say:

"I swear to God, I didn't speak. ”

However, looking around, there is no third red-haired dinosaur. Sister Rouge also heard what she had just said, and she looked around as well, and then looked at me in surprise.

At this moment, I clearly saw that among the beautiful tail hairs of Sister Rouge, two leaves fluttered up and flew straight towards us.

It dawned on me that it wasn't a leaf, it was a butterfly.

It flew in front of us and danced in front of us, up and down, left and right, fast and slow, up and down, dancing beautifully.

"Isn't this Fendie?" said Sister Rouge in surprise.

I didn't see that from the moment those two leaves fluttered, my heart churned, I was actually extremely conflicted, I hoped it was it, and I hoped it wasn't.

Because I do like my Fendie, and it's a love that comes from the bottom of my heart, and not only because it's good-looking. It's more because it's with me day and night, with me, with my ......

I can't think of the right words to express it for a while, in short, I like it, I want it to be happy, I don't want it to be by my side, it should belong to nature, it belongs to the blue sky, so. I'm going to have to send it away.

But it chose to stay. Rather than give up what I said was important to it, it chose to be with me.

Even though we're not of the same kind.

I knew that the very small voice just now was spoken by Fendie, and it probably understood my painstaking efforts and did not complain about me. While we're not looking. Quietly landed on the tail hair of Sister Rouge. Follow us back.

I didn't find it strange that it could say something about a red-haired dinosaur, but I took it for granted. After that, it never spoke again, but I often spoke to it in the language of the red-haired dinosaur, and it seemed to understand everything, and it would often fall in front of us to listen to us, and it looked extremely focused.

After that, I did not send it away.

During the day, Sister Rouge and I would take him to a place where there were flowers, and watch it dance among the flowers, watch it collect nectar on the stamens, and watch it play with other butterflies, and at night, it would stay on the branch beside me, dotted on the branch like a beautiful leaf, and it would remain motionless and fall asleep quietly.

In another place, it's still dancing. That place is my dreamland, almost every night, it always comes to report on time, and the other one who comes to report is my Rouge sister, and she is never late.

I know why they are like this, because we don't have many days together, so they will give me the day of the day, the day of the night, the time of reality, and the space of dreams.

I don't know if they have me in their dreams.

I think so, because in my dreams, they were all quick-witted, exactly as in reality, and the next morning, I saw them, exactly like they were in my dreams.

Perhaps, our dreams are figured out.

That's for sure.

A month later, the butterfly laid a lot of eggs in the heart of a beautiful flower, and its originally not thick waist was deflated, and it looked extremely tired, and it almost had no strength to fly.

I found some honey and picked it up with a twig and brought it to its mouthparts, and it stretched out its long tongue and licked it, and after a few bites, it stopped, knowing that it was too weak to eat these things.

Sister Rouge picked a bouquet of flowers, put the butterfly on it, returned to my place of residence, picked nectar and fed it, it also licked a few times, and then stopped, I looked at it, not even a single dew drop into its stomach, and before, it could drink three dew drops in one go.

After two days, it suddenly became energetic, and flew around in front of us, dancing again and again, eating a lot of honey, and drinking three dewdrops, and we were all very happy, thinking that my butterfly was rejuvenated.

However, when I woke up the next day, I didn't notice my butterfly dancing in front of me, it was still standing on the bush of flowers we had gathered, motionless, I spoke to it, and it didn't move.

An ominous premonition came over me.

Fendie is gone, it gave me its best time, in my place, it spent the second half of its happy life, brought me endless happiness, but also brought me pain, this day, I can't eat anything, my mind is full of the shadow of Fendie, how can I not shake it.

Sister Rouge had red and swollen eyes and stayed with me all day, and she didn't eat.

We don't speak, we just shed tears.

I think about the days we will be together.

Sister Rouge couldn't help crying a few times, and I almost couldn't hold it back.

The reason why we are like this is not only because of Fendie, because, a week later, another parting of life and death will be staged again. As a grown stone chick, the Murmur tribe can no longer stay, and I am about to leave my mother tribe with my siblings and embark on a wandering journey.

I will never be able to return to the Murmur tribe, so the parting with Sister Rouge is goodbye, and it is likely that I will never see each other in this life.

This possibility should be 100%.

Therefore, Sister Rouge will be so sad, she can't bear this week, two best friends have left her one after another, I don't know how she will live in the future, I am alone outside and there is nothing, I can afford it, I am just worried that my Sister Rouge will not be able to stand it.

We buried my butterfly under that unknown and beautiful flower.

We walked for a long time to get there, and those beautiful flowers were thanked, and it seemed that they had just been thanked today, and I understood that these flowers were really born for my butterfly, and perhaps, they went to another world together.

Definitely, otherwise, one of them would be lonely.

I can guarantee it. (To be continued......)