I carefully looked at the butterfly standing in the heart of my claws, searching my memory, and from every angle, it was exactly the same as my butterfly, almost exactly the same.

Perhaps, this is nothing, maybe many butterflies are the same, there should be many butterflies of the same species, this is not far from the Murmur tribe, so it is not known whether they are the same species, although the larva of this butterfly is hexagonal, and the larva of my butterfly is cylindrical, but it may be because it is affected by this hexagonal fruit tree, and its essence may not have changed.

Whether it is a butterfly or not, I like it very much, because from it I have found that good memory, I will still regard it as my friend, and I will never hurt it, so I said to it:

"Little butterfly, since you are not a butterfly, please fly away, fly to the blue sky, fly to the flowers, fly to the free world. ”

The butterfly seemed to understand me, and sure enough, it rose from the heart of my claw, and I could feel it kick hard as it took off, and of course, the force was very slight.

My mood is very delicate, I want it to leave and fly to a free space, but I am also a little reluctant, as if we have been old friends for many years.

The butterfly flew off into the distance, and we watched it fade away until we couldn't see anything.

But none of us took our eyes off, and the scene just now was like a dream, and no one wanted to break it.

However, we have to come back to reality eventually.

"Aunt Pink, kids. I said, "It's time for us to show our love to the hexagonal fruit tree." ”

I have not forgotten that the purpose of our stay here is not to watch how the hexagonal insect becomes a butterfly, but to ask for the fruit of the hexagonal fruit tree, in order to gain the favor of the hexagonal fruit tree, I did not use words such as begging or demanding, but used the word to show love, of course, this did not come out of thin air, because according to the mantra taught to us by General Light Red. We are going to shout "Hexagonal Fruit" to the hexagonal fruit tree. I love you".

"Brother, this butterfly is so beautiful, it's even better than Sister Zhu Dinghong. "The peony is still unfinished. Reluctantly turned around.

"It's really beautiful. Aunt Pink also said. "I've never seen such a beautiful butterfly when I've lived so big. ”

"Brother, what's the matter with your Fendie?" asked Peony.

I haven't had time to tell them my story yet. The story of Fendie described before is just a memory in my heart, and I really don't have time to tell it, because the hexagonal insect just now changed too quickly, and everyone was observing it attentively, so I couldn't disturb everyone's Yaxing. Besides, it was a very short period of time, how could I say it clearly, and all I remembered was a flash in my head, and I was also observing the changes in this hexagonal worm.

Only Sister Zhu Dinghong is still staring into the distance, ignoring our words, little girl, it's always like this, she is still immersed in it.

"Sister, it's time for us to show our love to the hexagonal fruit tree. I said.

"Don't speak," said Vermilion, waving his paw at me, "Look, what's that?"

Following Zhu Dinghong's gaze, I saw two small black dots flying towards us.

The two little black dots are getting closer and closer, and their outlines are becoming clearer, aren't they two butterflies?

Zhu Dinghong's words also attracted Aunt Peach and Peony, and the two of them also looked in that direction.

Xiao Ya also stared at it intently, her mouth no longer gurgling, it seemed that she had also become interested in butterflies.

Soon, two butterflies flew in front of them, and they flew in front of Peony, Vermilion Red, Aunt Peach and Xiaoya respectively, and danced in front of them. The two butterflies go up and down, left and right, high and low, fast and slow, sometimes flapping their wings at the same time, posing in the same posture, sometimes slightly different, staggering the rhythm, and cooperating in great harmony, which can be described as just right.

We all held our breath and stared intently at these two butterflies, they were very similar in form, they looked like butterflies of the same species, there was no difference in color and pattern, just a little bigger, a little stronger.

After flying in front of them, two butterflies flew towards me, I stretched out my right front paw again, and the two butterflies landed in my claws almost at the same time, maybe they had been flying too long and dancing too hard, and I saw their bodies trembling a little, especially the pair of antennae moving even more.

Their wings were now held side by side on their backs, and after standing firm on the center of my claws, I saw them touching each other with their antennae, and I knew they were communicating, and I watched with bated breath, not daring to make a sound, for fear of alarming them, and after a moment they stood in a row in the center of my claws, and suddenly at the same time raised the last pair of legs, the front two legs bent, and the whole body including the wings leaned forward. I did this three times in a row before I stopped, and then stood side by side straight, as if waiting for me to give orders.

I know that they are saluting me, I don't know that these two little things still know how to bow down, and do it so solemnly, perhaps, they don't know that red-haired dinosaurs have bowing rituals, but the highest etiquette between them is to bow down is also unknown.

I sometimes think that we red-haired dinosaurs are the smartest animals in the world, and that some of our behaviors or practices are different from other animals, and that they are more advanced than them, but it turns out that what we do, other animals can do, or even do better, and there are some things that we can't do, but they can do well. Like these two butterflies, they bow down like our red-haired dinosaurs and can understand our language. And we, except for the language of the red-haired dinosaurs, do not understand the language of any animal.

Xiaoya has been with us for so long, and she has always been able to understand us, and we, all we know, are that she is purring. I don't even know what I said.

Perhaps, when we are arrogant and think that we are the masters of the world, that we are the smartest, those clever little creatures, or who are laughing at our arrogance, our ignorance, at our conquest of the world by force and savagery, may look at us in their hearts as disgusting as the short-legged dragon in our hearts.

That's for sure, I think. Therefore, if one day my ability can affect a lot of red-haired dinosaurs, then I will definitely make them change a lot, so that the animals in the world can truly admire our red-haired dinosaurs from the bottom of their hearts. (To be continued......)