dance like a butterfly

If I wait for a hundred years

Just for this smoky riverside

Pluck my rusty strings for the excessive you

If the end things turn and the stars move

My life longing and hope

Just for this song of mountains and rivers

watch you go

(Amidst the sound of the piano, you nod your head slightly, with white hair like snow)

you don't know

you never know

every string every beat

Every line and every word I sing is your past life

The watery years we spent together

when the song ends

When your lone sail disappears into the sky

When the twilight finally engulfs me standing still

only by the river

still like smoke

When I was a student, this song "High Mountain and Flowing Water" made me wake up in my dream many times, so I kept going back and thinking about it, thinking of the peach blossom in my dream.Thinking back to that figure in the peach forest and his vague smile, now, when this person is no longer vague, when he really stands in front of me and gives me longing and hope, how can I bear to tell him a story, how can I I have the heart to tear apart or even magnify that shadow between us.

Yes, I am not familiar with Lao Han's past, but now he has begun to sincerely open his heart to me, so I should grasp it, I can't tell him Lao Zuo.

The old left is my business, and I should solve it myself.

I didn't lie to Lao Han, although I didn't tell everything, you Lao Han didn't ask before.

Anyway, I am sincere to you.

Lao Han asked again; "Xiaohui, did you hide something from me?"

I made up my mind: "Why did you say that?"

Lao Han's expression dimmed.

After a long time, he said: "Xiaohui, I think, from the first time I saw you, I told myself that this person is the person I have been waiting for. I have a feeling that I have seen you before. I want to say I can’t tell you exactly where I met you. However, your facial features and your outline are both familiar and unfamiliar to me. It seems that it’s better to be together in the previous life. Sometimes I really think so. So, I just want you This generation is still by my side. For the future, I really don’t know. I hope we can all grasp it, people say it’s hard to do it alone.”

After hearing the old Korean's earnest words, I fell silent.

After a while, I grabbed Lao Han's hand and put it on my chest: "Brother, I didn't hide anything from you. I will always be honest in front of you. You have to believe me, there is one thing that I will It’s dealt with, I don’t want to talk about it now, I’ll give you an explanation in two days.”

Old Han stretched out his arms and held me in his arms, his body was trembling.

I am very puzzled by this Zhang Wenqing.

Why did Lao Han suddenly ask me this question when he came?When Zhang Wenqing appeared at this time, he already knew that Lao Han and I were now brothers. The news was so fast. I couldn't help but think, what kind of role is he between me and Lao Han?Also, why did he remember to ask my QQ name when he left?

A thought flashed through my mind and it startled me:

Could it be that Zhang Wenqing is the Northwest Wolf?

Thinking of this, I was shocked.Only Xueping is most familiar with Lao Han's affairs. Why does Xueping always tell Zhang Wenqing about Lao Han's affairs so quickly?What is the relationship between the two of them?What is Zhang Wenqing's purpose in coming here today?

I didn't dare to think about it any further, and faintly, I felt that there was a bomb beside Lao Han, no, even a few invisible bombs, which could destroy me with claws and claws at any time.

However, such a thought only flashed for a moment and disappeared without a trace.

At this time, it is really inconvenient for me to ask Lao Han what he needs to rest.

Not long after, in my arms, he fell asleep gently.

Yeah, he was really tired and exhausted.

I am not a mature person, but I can be firm and firm everywhere. Perhaps, Lao Han, who has no defenses in front of me and does not want to defend them, is most at ease when he is asleep, and only then reveals his true instinctive state.

This is indeed the case. Later, this sentence has been strongly verified.

I kissed him deeply on the forehead.

Lao Han's lips moved, he buried his head in my arms, and fell asleep soundly again.

The web is a strange thing.

So many people, with different social experiences, different scheming, and different desires, are just a name among your chat friends.Maybe, he lives upstairs or across the door from you, and they haven't revealed their identities to each other. They just talk about the world, and they have reached a tacit understanding on a certain topic, but you don't know who that person is.

This is often where the magic of the Internet lies.

From the time when the Northwest Wolf gave me Lao Han's phone number, and then gave me Lao Han's phone number again, and then to Zhang Wenqing's inexplicable question yesterday, I couldn't help thinking that Zhang Wenqing might be the Northwest Wolf.

Even Lao Han never asked before, do I have this kind of friend, and Lao Han only became alert when he came, so what does this mean?

I have been with Lao Zuo for a year, how many times have I met Zhang Wenqing, and only Lao Zuo in my family goes in and out like this. If Zhang Wenqing is not a comrade, how can he be so sensitive?

I think that Zhang Wenqing himself will not admit it, and if he wants to prove it again, he has to observe carefully.

It seems that something is on his mind. In the next two days, when our eyes meet, I can see that he is a little sad.

I knew he was waiting for me to say something on that subject.

I also know that if I really say it, with Lao Han's current dependence on me and his unsuspecting mentality, every word will be a kind of harm to him.

I can only take extra care of him.

When cutting his nails, I will trim them very curved, and at the end, I will give him a light kiss on the back of his hand.

When washing his feet, I apply body lotion over and over again. After rinsing, I will massage the soles of his feet, lightly suck his toes, and kiss his insteps lightly.

It seems that Lao Han enjoys the actions I give him. When I do these things for him, he closes his eyes and has a faint smile on his mouth.

Even so, there was a palpable tinge of resentment and melancholy in him.

Being with Lao Han made me feel very comfortable, like a spring bird flying freely in the wind.

People say that love is a war without gunpowder smoke. I don't know if I will be the one who will eventually fall between Lao Zuo and Lao Han.

All I know is that I can't let Lao Han fall down, yes, absolutely not.