Chapter 129
The Flying Butterfly
Chapter 129 The Flying Butterfly
Song Ci didn't stay at Tang Zhou's house for too long. After dinner, he took Nuan Nuan back to the hotel. It was Li Guilong who drove them off.
Watching them leave, Tang Zhoucong and Ye Weilan felt that what happened today was like a dream.
Especially Ye Weilan, she was not in good spirits, when she heard the sound of rain outside the window at night, she had a dream, dreaming that her daughter came out of the rain.
She was wearing a yellow raincoat and holding her little flower umbrella, walking towards her.
"Mother."
Little Butterfly's voice was as soft and soft as ever, falling in her heart.
"What's the matter, baby?" Ye Weilan bent down and asked.
"Can you play with me?" Little Butterfly asked expectantly.
"Okay, but I have to wait for a while. Mom still has some things to do. When I'm done, I'll play with you again, okay?"
Ye Weilan looked down at the design draft in her hand, and answered without raising her head.
She seemed to have forgotten something, but she couldn't remember anything.
"Father said the same thing." Little Butterfly murmured sadly.
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing, you are busy, I will play by myself."
Little Butterfly showed a smiling face, hoping to get her mother's praise, but she didn't get what she wanted, and Ye Weilan was busy with her own affairs.
Little Butterfly could only walk away in frustration, Ye Weilan who seemed to have noticed something looked up and watched her turn and leave, that little back suddenly felt a pain in the heart, why did the heart hurt so much?
Because the little butterfly is gone, little butterfly... where are you, little butterfly?
Ye Weilan panicked and frantically searched upstairs and downstairs, panting heavily, her face full of anxiety.
The sound of the rain outside became louder, splashing, splashing down, soaking her clothes, blocking her vision, making her breathless, and feeling suffocated in her chest.
She didn't know when she stood in the rain, and vaguely saw a small voice in front of her, which seemed to be her daughter, who was waiting for her in front of her.
Ye Weilan strode after her.
"Little butterfly, little butterfly, where are you going, hurry home with me..." Ye Weilan shouted loudly.
"Mother……"
The voice of the little butterfly came through the rain curtain, still so soft and soft.
"Honey, it's raining heavily outside, let's go home." Ye Weilan said softly.
"I don't want to go back." Little Butterfly whispered.
"Why?" Ye Weilan slowed down, with a confused look on her face.
"Because I don't want you anymore, I'm leaving, goodbye mom..."
The small voice in the rain curtain seemed to turn around and continue walking forward.
"No, no... Mom loves you... You come back... Don't go..."
Ye Weilan chased after her in panic, passing through layers of rain curtains, and the rain poured into her nose and mouth, making her feel suffocated, and her heart ached, it hurt...
The rainwater turned into huge waves and swept towards her, submerging her whole body.
A small flower umbrella was swept up and floated on the water, circling around her, as if saying goodbye to her.
Little butterfly...don't go, don't leave mother...
Tears mixed with rainwater, drowning her whole body, her heart hurt so badly that she was about to suffocate, panting heavily, she sat up from the bed.
"small butterfly……"
It turned out to be just a dream, but when I touched my cheek, tears filled my face.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream, just a dream..."
At some point, Tang Zhoucong, who also woke up, held her in his arms and comforted her softly.
"No, it's not a dream. Little Butterfly doesn't want me, she doesn't want her mother...it's all my fault...it's all my fault..."
Huge guilt overwhelmed her like a tide.
It was just a dream, but it wasn't a dream. The dream just reproduced the scene of that day. If I promised Xiaodie, I would play with her.
When they found her, there was only a small flower umbrella swirling in the water.
Like a dancing elf, saying their final farewell to them.
"Goodbye Dad..."
"Goodbye Mom..."
She left this world, left them, and will never bother them again.
The dream made her vague memory clear.
The little butterfly was found, its pale face seemed to be telling her something, Ye Weilan felt that she was torn into two pieces again, and wailed in pain.
"Little butterfly... Mommy's little butterfly..."
The little butterfly flew away and never came back.
……
"It will be fine, everything will be fine, didn't Mr. Song say, let me go to Qiannan? Come with me, go for a walk..." Tang Zhou comforted softly.
He has been calm and composed all day, but in fact he has not slept. In the darkness, he has been crying for an unknown amount of time, and the silent tears soaked a large piece of clothes on his chest.
It seems to be raining harder outside.
The rain will stop eventually.
The little butterflies they fly away will eventually fly back one day.
Little butterflies would dance around them, calling their parents softly.
God gave them another chance.
This time, they will never lose her again, never let her fly away...
……
It was clear that the sky was clear during the day, but it was raining heavily at night.
There was the sound of pattering rain outside, which seemed to be a good day for sleeping.
But Song Ci couldn't fall asleep anyway, he thought of his wife Yun Chuyao, she likes rain very much, watching the rain dripping outside the window, she can sit quietly all afternoon.
On the other hand, Nuan Nuan next to her is like a piglet. Even though she has already slept in the evening, she still sleeps soundly and carefree.
Will power: 136
Refined gas: 1.09+
Wish: Free access to Taoyuan Village of the Dead (500) - Insufficient wish points
Today, Tang Zhou looked indifferent and calm from the look, and rarely showed a sad expression, but he contributed 10 points of full wish power, which shows that he is not as indifferent and strong in his heart as he appears on the surface.
The other 10 points came from Ye Weilan, and the other [-] points came from Aunt Sun who was still a little unclear about what happened, which surprised Song Ci a little.
But no matter what, this increased the original wish value of 113 points by a full 23 points.
It seems that the number 500 is getting closer and closer, and the distance between him and his wife is also getting closer.
The little pig next to him turned over, his little mouth wriggled twice, as if he was eating something delicious in his dream.
A sweet smile appeared on his face.
At this time, on the other side of the city, a person was also not asleep.
It's not that he doesn't want to sleep, but the leaky roof really makes it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.
This is a simple work shed, surrounded by sundries, and there is almost no place to stay. The rain pours down along the gaps in the roof, and the house looks like a water curtain hole for a while.
A middle-aged man who had been holding a washbasin to catch water had no choice but to give up
A gust of wind blows in through the gap in the window, bringing a little bit of coolness.
He also blew his empty right arm, which seemed to be even colder.
He returned to the bed, wrapped in the quilt, and stared blankly at the rainwater, which flowed down the ground and soaked the whole house.
(End of this chapter)
Song Ci didn't stay at Tang Zhou's house for too long. After dinner, he took Nuan Nuan back to the hotel. It was Li Guilong who drove them off.
Watching them leave, Tang Zhoucong and Ye Weilan felt that what happened today was like a dream.
Especially Ye Weilan, she was not in good spirits, when she heard the sound of rain outside the window at night, she had a dream, dreaming that her daughter came out of the rain.
She was wearing a yellow raincoat and holding her little flower umbrella, walking towards her.
"Mother."
Little Butterfly's voice was as soft and soft as ever, falling in her heart.
"What's the matter, baby?" Ye Weilan bent down and asked.
"Can you play with me?" Little Butterfly asked expectantly.
"Okay, but I have to wait for a while. Mom still has some things to do. When I'm done, I'll play with you again, okay?"
Ye Weilan looked down at the design draft in her hand, and answered without raising her head.
She seemed to have forgotten something, but she couldn't remember anything.
"Father said the same thing." Little Butterfly murmured sadly.
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing, you are busy, I will play by myself."
Little Butterfly showed a smiling face, hoping to get her mother's praise, but she didn't get what she wanted, and Ye Weilan was busy with her own affairs.
Little Butterfly could only walk away in frustration, Ye Weilan who seemed to have noticed something looked up and watched her turn and leave, that little back suddenly felt a pain in the heart, why did the heart hurt so much?
Because the little butterfly is gone, little butterfly... where are you, little butterfly?
Ye Weilan panicked and frantically searched upstairs and downstairs, panting heavily, her face full of anxiety.
The sound of the rain outside became louder, splashing, splashing down, soaking her clothes, blocking her vision, making her breathless, and feeling suffocated in her chest.
She didn't know when she stood in the rain, and vaguely saw a small voice in front of her, which seemed to be her daughter, who was waiting for her in front of her.
Ye Weilan strode after her.
"Little butterfly, little butterfly, where are you going, hurry home with me..." Ye Weilan shouted loudly.
"Mother……"
The voice of the little butterfly came through the rain curtain, still so soft and soft.
"Honey, it's raining heavily outside, let's go home." Ye Weilan said softly.
"I don't want to go back." Little Butterfly whispered.
"Why?" Ye Weilan slowed down, with a confused look on her face.
"Because I don't want you anymore, I'm leaving, goodbye mom..."
The small voice in the rain curtain seemed to turn around and continue walking forward.
"No, no... Mom loves you... You come back... Don't go..."
Ye Weilan chased after her in panic, passing through layers of rain curtains, and the rain poured into her nose and mouth, making her feel suffocated, and her heart ached, it hurt...
The rainwater turned into huge waves and swept towards her, submerging her whole body.
A small flower umbrella was swept up and floated on the water, circling around her, as if saying goodbye to her.
Little butterfly...don't go, don't leave mother...
Tears mixed with rainwater, drowning her whole body, her heart hurt so badly that she was about to suffocate, panting heavily, she sat up from the bed.
"small butterfly……"
It turned out to be just a dream, but when I touched my cheek, tears filled my face.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just a dream, just a dream..."
At some point, Tang Zhoucong, who also woke up, held her in his arms and comforted her softly.
"No, it's not a dream. Little Butterfly doesn't want me, she doesn't want her mother...it's all my fault...it's all my fault..."
Huge guilt overwhelmed her like a tide.
It was just a dream, but it wasn't a dream. The dream just reproduced the scene of that day. If I promised Xiaodie, I would play with her.
When they found her, there was only a small flower umbrella swirling in the water.
Like a dancing elf, saying their final farewell to them.
"Goodbye Dad..."
"Goodbye Mom..."
She left this world, left them, and will never bother them again.
The dream made her vague memory clear.
The little butterfly was found, its pale face seemed to be telling her something, Ye Weilan felt that she was torn into two pieces again, and wailed in pain.
"Little butterfly... Mommy's little butterfly..."
The little butterfly flew away and never came back.
……
"It will be fine, everything will be fine, didn't Mr. Song say, let me go to Qiannan? Come with me, go for a walk..." Tang Zhou comforted softly.
He has been calm and composed all day, but in fact he has not slept. In the darkness, he has been crying for an unknown amount of time, and the silent tears soaked a large piece of clothes on his chest.
It seems to be raining harder outside.
The rain will stop eventually.
The little butterflies they fly away will eventually fly back one day.
Little butterflies would dance around them, calling their parents softly.
God gave them another chance.
This time, they will never lose her again, never let her fly away...
……
It was clear that the sky was clear during the day, but it was raining heavily at night.
There was the sound of pattering rain outside, which seemed to be a good day for sleeping.
But Song Ci couldn't fall asleep anyway, he thought of his wife Yun Chuyao, she likes rain very much, watching the rain dripping outside the window, she can sit quietly all afternoon.
On the other hand, Nuan Nuan next to her is like a piglet. Even though she has already slept in the evening, she still sleeps soundly and carefree.
Will power: 136
Refined gas: 1.09+
Wish: Free access to Taoyuan Village of the Dead (500) - Insufficient wish points
Today, Tang Zhou looked indifferent and calm from the look, and rarely showed a sad expression, but he contributed 10 points of full wish power, which shows that he is not as indifferent and strong in his heart as he appears on the surface.
The other 10 points came from Ye Weilan, and the other [-] points came from Aunt Sun who was still a little unclear about what happened, which surprised Song Ci a little.
But no matter what, this increased the original wish value of 113 points by a full 23 points.
It seems that the number 500 is getting closer and closer, and the distance between him and his wife is also getting closer.
The little pig next to him turned over, his little mouth wriggled twice, as if he was eating something delicious in his dream.
A sweet smile appeared on his face.
At this time, on the other side of the city, a person was also not asleep.
It's not that he doesn't want to sleep, but the leaky roof really makes it impossible for him to sleep peacefully.
This is a simple work shed, surrounded by sundries, and there is almost no place to stay. The rain pours down along the gaps in the roof, and the house looks like a water curtain hole for a while.
A middle-aged man who had been holding a washbasin to catch water had no choice but to give up
A gust of wind blows in through the gap in the window, bringing a little bit of coolness.
He also blew his empty right arm, which seemed to be even colder.
He returned to the bed, wrapped in the quilt, and stared blankly at the rainwater, which flowed down the ground and soaked the whole house.
(End of this chapter)