Small pink butterfly

At 07:30 in the evening, a few tables were sparsely seated in a barbecue restaurant called "Gui Zai Zai".

Xiao Fendi quickened his pace, walked straight to a box by the window, and glanced at the name of the box: Jishen.

Taking a deep breath, he bent down the moment he opened the door, and made a deep 180-degree bow, his face almost touching his knees.

"I'm sorry, seniors! I'm late!" Xiao Fendi felt so guilty that it was really shameful for a room full of people to wait for her.

He lowered his head and didn't hear anyone answer him for a long time. His voice circled around in the empty box and echoed back to his ears.

Nervous in his heart, he slowly raised his head and looked around blankly. He felt that his posture for opening the door might be wrong, so he backed out of the box, raised his eyes to confirm the name of the box again, and muttered a lot. With a spell that he didn't understand, he pushed the boxes away with his palm and said, "Open!"

The air condensed at that moment, as if everything was still.

There was still no one in the box.

Unwilling to give up, Xiao Fendi backed out again, closed the door, made a seal with his palms, and closed his eyes. The mantra he recited was longer this time, but he still didn't know what he was chanting, "Open!"

What appeared before him was an empty room.

"Um...then what..." The waiter who led the way must be new here, and he couldn't understand this wave of operations, and his words were a little jerky. He scratched his head, confused: "We don't allow doing things here. of."

"Okay." Xiao Fendi withdrew his moves and put his hands down, feeling embarrassed that all the tables and chairs in the private room were staring at him.

"Then do you want this box or not?" the waiter asked cautiously.

"Yes." Xiao Fendi said.

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight box fees." The waiter glanced at him secretly, turned his face away, and whispered, "Are you paying by card or cash?"

"Scan code."

Xiao Fandie, who had just scanned the QR code and paid for the box with a dull face, sat alone in the box and waited for half an hour, changing more than a dozen postures before waiting for the King Pigeons from the Literature Club one after another.

"Yo! Primary school brother, you're here so early!" President Yan Minmin was the first to arrive, and patted him on the shoulder as soon as we met.

"It's clearly agreed to be seven o'clock!" Xiao Fendi intentionally skipped the half hour that he was late, and turned into a bulging puffer fish, "Master President, what time is it now?! I've been waiting for you alone Hours! Are Edison and you late?"

Yan Minmin laughed, "Edison is not late, but I am often late, and I am much better than him."

Xiao Fendi: "..."

It was close to 08:30 when the seven people arrived one after another. Xiao Fendi looked at the colorful heads in the room, and only then realized that his hairstyle was not the best.

"We..." Xiao Fendi looked at these seven people with an indescribable feeling, "Our club is quite large..."

Yan Minmin smiled again, with a mature and prudent look, "The number of people, don't take it so seriously, it's not about the number."

This is a self-service barbecue restaurant, and the colorful heads shuttle between the various food cabinets, covering the rectangular tabletop in a short while.

"So many?!" Looking at the dishes on the table, Xiao Fendi felt like a skull emoji with his mouth wide open and his face in his hands, "Can you finish eating?!"

Everyone nodded, and the clothes seemed to come here often: "I can finish eating, I can finish eating."

The waiter poured the oil evenly on the tissue paper, put the pot of oil on the table again, looked at the meat and vegetables they covered the entire table, smiled meaningfully, and walked away.

Everyone rolled up their sleeves and began to put miscellaneous things on the paper, and the atmosphere became lively.

"Little Pink Butterfly? I heard that's what they call you?" A red-haired senior with a hairstyle from the "left eye can be donated to those in need" series put a piece of freshly roasted beef into Xiao Fendi's dipping plate .

Seeing the red-headed senior put the chopsticks that had just served him food into his mouth and sucked, Xiao Fendi frowned. He didn't want to touch that piece of beef at all, and said politely: "Yes, everyone can call me that in the future."

"Hey! Have you noticed?" A girl with long hair and blue head said in a surprised tone: "Their hairstyles are similar, one left and one right, almost completely symmetrical!"

The others looked at the two of them one after another, expressing their approval with food in their mouths.

"Looks like it is."

"Yeah, it's pretty similar, you two can form a CP."

"It would be more perfect if Xiao Fandie's hair was blue."

Xiao Fendi smiled without embarrassment, and it was rare that he didn't chat with them, because he really didn't want to have a CP with the seniors who were drooling and sucking chopsticks.

"Come, come," Yan Minmin raised the wine bottle boldly, and greeted: "Everyone pick up the wine bottle, and toast our first meeting of the 'Zhumeng Literature Society'!"

Everyone was also excited, opened a bottle of wine, picked up the bottle and stood up one after another, "Cheers!"

Xiao Fendi sat down with the crowd, tilted his head and asked in a low voice to a short girl with short yellow hair next to him, "Hasn't our club ever had dinner together before?"

The little girl looked at it and said strangely: "Our club was established yesterday, don't you know?"

!!!

As if struck by lightning, Xiao Fendi felt a whirlwind of despair, as if someone had strangled her throat, making it much more difficult to breathe.

He joined a society that had just been established less than a day? !And paid for the box?

He wanted to go out and smoke a cigarette to calm down, but then remembered that he couldn't smoke.

At this time, only complaining can save him, so he took out his phone and sent a message to Cen Yi.

Xu Zhimo from the bend: [You may not believe it, but I joined a literary club that was established less than a day ago. ]

A happy life: [What's the difference?Good or not? ]

The bent Xu Zhimo: [Not good!There are no venues for basic funds!The members are also a group of colorful non-mainstream heads!In other words, the president is a little more normal. ]

When Cen Yi saw the three words non-mainstream, he thought to himself: Isn't that a good match for you?

Happy Life: [Oh, so, can I retire? ]

"Xiao Fandie, stop playing with your phone, it's already cooked, eat it quickly!" The president also brought him some food.

"Okay! You eat first." He was spitting out his bitterness at the moment, and he didn't have time to look up to see if the president was licking his chopsticks with saliva.

At this time, a clerk wrapped his hands in a towel and brought a small pot of hot oil into their box.

Xiao Fendi's eyes were focused on the phone screen, typing quickly with two thumbs, not aware of the approaching danger at all.

"Hello, please let... ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Are you okay!" The waiter's voice was trembling, obviously panicked.

"Ah! Damn! Hiss..."

Xiao Fendi jumped all over his body, and the moment of stimulation made him stand up from the chair suddenly, and fell back in an instant. He only felt that his whole leg was being burned by the fire, and he cried out in pain!

The waiter overturned the pot of hot oil and poured it from his thigh to his calf.

It turned out that Xiao Fendi, who was playing with his mobile phone just now, was suddenly touched by something on his arm, subconsciously waved his hand, and knocked over the whole basin of boiling oil.

Everyone was stunned by the sudden incident for a few seconds, and panicked.

"Oh my god! Little Pink Die, are you okay!"

"How can it be all right! Little Fandie is crying in pain!"

"What should we do now..." The yellow-headed little girl cried anxiously.

The waiter kept apologizing beside him, and there was a lot of movement, and the store manager also came over.

"Yes! It's Xuefu Road! Please hurry up!" Yan Minmin hung up the phone, looked at the little brother leaning on the back of the chair with tears on his face, and was extremely anxious, "Are you all dead?! Fuck it!" Go get some cold water for a rinse!"

Xiao Fendi clenched his teeth, not letting himself cry out loud, he was unfamiliar with this group of people, it was too embarrassing to cry.

His lips were almost bleeding, his whole body was trembling, and one leg was numb with pain, as if the whole leg had been put into a stove.

Cen Yi waited for a long time and didn't hear back. He was a little worried, so he dialed the phone, but he didn't expect someone else to pick it up.

"Hey."

"Is Xiao Fandie's friend?! He is burnt now! The situation is very serious! What should we do now?! Will Xiao Fandie..."

Cen Yi's mind went blank for a moment, he couldn't listen to anything, and said dumbly, "Where are you?"

Xiao Fendi fainted from the pain.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a dead white, I guess it should be in the hospital.

He moved, and a burning pain swept through his body from his right leg.

"Hiss... ah, shit! Woo..." Xiao Fendi couldn't control his tear glands, and tears fell one by one like beads with broken strings.

"Don't move around!" He was about to prop up his upper body when he was held down by a hand that suddenly appeared.

"Cen Yi?"

"En." Cen Yi looked at his unrecognizable leg exposed outside, feeling extremely distressed.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Fendi pulled the corners of his mouth to laugh, but the pain made this smile hideous.

The distress in Cen Yi's eyes was about to overflow, he patted his head, and said: "The doctor has already treated you, and you will recover soon, but maybe... a scar will be left."

Xiao Fendi was stunned for a moment, unable to express his feelings. Since he was a child, he had never had any scars on his body. He was often praised, saying that his skin was more delicate than that of girls. At that time, he was most annoyed when people compared him with girls. .

He stretched his neck, trying to see what was wrong with his leg.

Suddenly, his eyes went dark, his eyes were covered by a big hand, and Cen Yi's voice sounded beside his ears, "Don't look, don't look now."

Xiao Fendi's first reaction to losing his eyesight was not panic, but: It's summer, why are his hands so cold?

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xiao Fendi: "They are all a group of non-mainstream! I don't fit in with them!"

Cen Yi: "No, no, you may have misunderstood yourself."