But we ended up leaving it in the wild.

The sun is setting in the west, and we know that the night will come soon, and we know that the sun will always come out with the arrival of the day and leave with the appearance of the night. It has always been this way, and there has never been an exception. At least I haven't seen a day that wasn't like this.

Because of this, red-haired dinosaurs don't like the sun, and of course there is a me in it. Why is this happening, there are many legends in the red-haired dinosaurs, which I have introduced earlier, and in general, there are no more than two categories, one is bile fiction, and the other is selfishness. The view of the bile novel is that the sun is afraid of the dark, so it does not dare to come out at night, and the selfish view is that the sun is selfish and chooses the day shift by itself, so that the moon works the night shift every day.

I was more inclined to the latter, and as a result, I hated the sun very much, and this dislike grew day by day, especially after Crimson told the story of the sun voyeurism, and I hated the sun even more, feeling that the sun was not only selfish, but also had a problematic character. I'm worried that if I meet the sun at the Nine Colored Fairy, I may not only question him in person, but I may also be tempted to go over and beat him.

Especially on that day, I especially wanted him to leave earlier, as soon as he left, the night was coming. Sure enough, night soon came.

Of course, I don't like the night, I'm not a bat, I'm not a thief, I'm not a ghost, that's because, at night, the butterfly can't see the road, so it can't follow us.

We chose a flower bush, I don't know what it is, but I love it. Although the flower grows in the wild, it is very gorgeous. The color is bright, the petals are many and long, the corolla is extra-large, and the plant is also tall, I have never seen such a flower before, and I have not seen it since, maybe it blooms specifically for my butterfly, they may have some kind of agreement in the dark, perhaps, they were a couple in their previous life. Or sisters. Or two petals in a flower, in short, they must be destined.

Only such flowers can be worthy of my butterfly.

I put my butterfly on the flower. Although it was getting dark. But you can still get a glimpse of it in a hazy way. The match with the flower is so harmonious, they complement each other, you won't be able to figure out who is the master and who is the servant. You will feel that they are an inseparable whole, maybe this flower is born for my butterfly, maybe my butterfly is born for this flower, in short, the magic of nature makes me surprised, fascinated and fascinated.

Sister Rouge couldn't help humming a song "Butterfly Loves Flowers", I don't remember the lyrics, but the tune is extremely beautiful, and the flower butterfly is harmonious, seamless, I see the butterfly dancing on the flower, the flower branch is gently trembling, the petals seem to be dancing rhythmically, I listened quietly, watched intently, looked at it, I seemed to have wings myself, fluttered into the flowers, intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.

I don't know when Sister Rouge finished singing, but when Sister Rouge said let's go, I was still immersed in it, wandering in the world surrounded by flowers and butterflies, I didn't know if I became a butterfly, or a flower, or a wisp of incense, and I didn't know if I was in reality or in a dream, in short, I had never had that feeling, maybe because I liked my butterfly too much.

It's already dark, although we can also spend the night here, after a while, a full moon will rise, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, the flowers are fragrant, the breeze is blowing, and there is the company of the rouge sister, the beautiful night is beautiful, and the heart is relaxed.

But we have to get out of here, and when the day dawns, the butterfly will love us again and refuse to separate, and we can't wait until the evening to leave, isn't that still the same?

So, when the butterfly was quietly perched in the flowers, we crept away from it.

Farewell, my Fendie, I wish you happiness.

By the hazy and charming moonlight, we walk in the forest, except for a very small number of animals that like to be active at night occasionally stirring the tranquility of the night, most of the animals are immersed in sleep, babbling, snoring has become the main tone, occasionally someone has a fart, or long, or short, or tactful, can not smell the smell, do not need to hide, the sound is like nature, but also seems to be subdued, melodious.

Although we are a little disappointed, we still try to put it down, because, we know that in the future, we will still have a lot of things to let go, and we must tell ourselves to be strong, especially as we grow up, we will have to leave the Murmur tribe and go our separate ways, and it will never be seen again, Sister Rouge seems to have realized this a long time ago, so she sticks to me whenever she has time, although she never says anything about separation.

Maybe Sister Rouge was afraid that I would be sad because of the butterfly, so she pestered me to tell stories along the way, and when I talked about interesting places, her silver bell-like laughter would echo in the forest, and it would be very loud in the silent night, and she would laugh for a long time.

I think Sister Rouge is intentional about it, and sometimes, I don't think it's much fun, and she laughs a lot. I was very touched, I understood her painstaking efforts, I knew that her heart was more uncomfortable than mine, and from the separation between us and Fendie, she would inevitably think of the difference between us, and that sensitive heart might be dripping blood.

In fact, I should have thought of this a long time ago, just don't bring her out, so as not to make everyone sad, I know that when I sang "Butterfly Love Flower" just now, the reason why I was so emotional was because of this situation, which triggered a small place in the depths of her heart, and it would be like that.

It's a pity that I didn't remember the lyrics clearly, but I will definitely remember it, and one day, I will take out the song "Butterfly Loves Flowers" and share it with you.

Along the way, we sometimes sang songs, sometimes told stories, and sometimes we quietly listened to the sounds of nature. When we came back, it was dawn, we breathed a sigh of relief, and finally, we sent the butterfly away, such a long way, presumably it could not be found.

"Brother, do we eat pomegranates or pineapples for breakfast?"

After Sister Rouge finished speaking, she felt that she was saying something inappropriate, of course, she inadvertently said "stay" and "leave", not intentionally to touch me.

"Of course we're going to eat pomegranates," I said, "and we don't eat pineapples." ”

"Yes, we never eat pineapples. Sister Rouge said excitedly.

At this time, I distinctly heard a very small voice, which was also saying:

"We will never be separated. ”

I was amazed at where this sound came from, why it was so strange and familiar, I seemed to have heard it many times, and it seemed that I had never heard it before. (To be continued......)