In the tender green lawn.

A black butterfly stood on the man's shoulder.

If it comes to the world like a god's mansion.

The girl Ji Shuman was so excited that she danced with her hands, it was a butterfly that she hadn't chased all morning.

"You like butterflies?"

The man bent down and smiled softly at her.

In the distance, my mother called softly, and my father smiled lovingly.

"Shuman, don't be naughty, he's ......"

"What is he, he's Uncle Dahai?"

When she turned her head again, she tried to reach out and touch the butterfly and the god that stood high above, but she couldn't reach it.

……

There was a loud "bang", and all the good light and shadow exploded.

The mother collapsed in the cab that had been knocked out of shape.

Before she was hit, she held Xiao Shuman in her arms.

Ji Shuman screamed in horror: "Mom! ”

On a stormy night, sirens sounded, and the blood that spread around her was engulfed, pushing her into the abyss......

Suddenly, Ji Shuman opened his eyes, stroked his chest with his hands, and gasped for breath, his heart was hollowed out.

Has she had everything? And nothing?

Nightmares have been with her for ten years......

Ji Shuman leaned in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom on the second floor, looking at the lawn in the back garden of the villa in a daze.

On the swings and rattan chairs under the shade of the trees, there seems to be a purple figure caressing the flowers and grass.

With that voice "Shuman, you slow down!" The soft chant echoes in the ears.

The spring breeze blows the willows, and the small flower garden that should be full of flowers has long been razed to the ground and transformed into an amusement park.

The mother's touching voice and smile seemed to be right in front of her, but there was no trace of it.

Seeing things and thinking about people will always be things and people.

Ji Shuman's heart ached again, her big round eyes were filled with tears, and she bit her lower lip and told herself that she couldn't cry.

She's finally back.

With a scarred body, he returned to Rongcheng Ji's house ten years later.

Things have changed, and although the surname is still Ji here, it has already turned the world upside down......

"Miss Shuman, Young Master Chengze's birthday banquet is about to start, and the master asked me to invite you downstairs."

Outside the door, the maid's aunt's voice sounded, pulling Ji Shuman's thoughts back to reality.

"Got it."

Ji Shuman's red lips fluttered, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were like a thin layer of ice quenched, and she said coldly.

She walked to the bed, reached out and grabbed the medicine bottle on the bedside table, poured out two white pills and put them in her mouth, picked up the cup, took a sip of water, and swallowed the pills.

In the cloakroom, she changed into the white dress that her father had prepared for her, and sat in front of the mirror and put on makeup.

Lots of jewels in a decorative box.

Ji Shuman only picked out the pair of Chanel white camellia pearl stud earrings and put them on her ears.

Instead of wearing the diamond watch her father had given her, she took out a black alligator strap watch and fastened it on her left wrist to cover the scar on the inside of her wrist.

The watch is an old model from Vacheron Constantin more than 20 years ago, the dial has been changed once, and the parts have begun to deteriorate, but she regards it as a treasure.

Ji Shuman raised her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror, she was delicate and bright, noble and generous, she was the eldest lady of the Ji family!

She smiled with satisfaction and took her pearl handbag and prepared to go downstairs.

Today's protagonist is Ji Chengze, her half-brother.

Young Master Ji's 10th birthday party.

In the splendid living room, there are crowds, staggered with money, pushing cups and changing lamps.

Ji Beichen, Ji's father, who is nearly fifty years old, smiled and groaned, hugging his second wife in a red dress and delicate face-Wang Yunyun.

The combination of the old husband and the young wife seems to be very harmonious.

The two of them smiled and smiled, holding goblets in their hands, shuttling through the crowd, shaking the rose-red liquid in the cups, clinking glasses and sipping with the guests.

Ji Chengze, who is half an adult tall, is wearing a black expensive tuxedo, a white shirt collar and a red bow tie, full of the momentum of the chaebol young master.

He was holding a white welded 98K toy gun in his hand, crouching down the stairs, aiming at the busy servants in the living room.

Occasionally, a shell-throwing soft bullet was fired at the servant, and the servant who was hit by the bullet dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and smiled at the naughty young master with a flattering face:

"Young Master Ze, you hit me again."

Ji Chengze raised his head and laughed, except for arrogance and smugness between his eyebrows, he did not feel the slightest guilt.

Ji Shuman walked through the corridor and happened to see this scene at the bend of the stairs.

She frowned slightly.

Since she was a child, her father has been very strict with her family, but now she is so indulgent to the little ghost in front of her, and she is not afraid of losing her identity on such an occasion.

Ji Shuman covered her mouth and coughed lightly.

Ji Chengze turned his head to look at her when he heard the movement, not only did he not say hello, but he rolled his eyes at her.

Ji Shuman frowned, hissed in his mouth, and his thin white fingers involuntarily clenched into fists.

"Cheng Ze, Cheng Ze, come down and meet Uncle Song and Aunt Mo."

Downstairs, Ji's father's voice sounded, beckoning to Ji Chengze.

"Oh!"

The boy followed the prestige, replied casually, turned his face and grimaced at Ji Shuman and ran downstairs.

Uncle Song?

When Ji Shuman heard these three words, his body was involuntarily slightly stunned, his little hand tightly grasped the handrail of the stairs, and his water-red nails gradually turned white.

Is that him? Uncle Song Cangyuan, her uncle of the sea.

In an instant, Ji Shuman's mind resurfaced the picture that she would never forget in her life.

In the green lawn sprinkled with golden sunlight, a handsome man dressed in white had a black butterfly on his shoulder that he had been chasing for a long time.

He was as gentle as jade, like a god on high, but he smiled softly at himself:

"You like butterflies?"

……

Ten years later, is he still the same as before?

And she is no longer the same person.

Uncle Dahai, do you remember Shuman?