Butterfly Butterfly

Calm and gentle tour guide* Arrogant and dark and possessive truck driver Song Jianing*White Butterfly In 2013, 23-year-old Song Jianing met a wild butterfly. She was arrogant, vicious and pitiful. The first time I saw her, it was a cold winter. Her whole body was covered with mud, and her hair was cut into a mess. It was almost impossible to tell whether she was male or female. Only her eyes were clean, clear, and alert. Later, Song Jianing learned that her mother passed away and she lived a dependent life with her stepmother. She had no new clothes, no room to sleep in, and no school to study in. She was scolded and beaten every day. So one very ordinary afternoon, Song Jianing dragged her into the house to take a clean bath, put on a clean cotton-padded jacket, and asked her: "Butterfly, are you willing to learn literacy from me?" After that, everyone in Xiping Hutong knew that the wild butterfly had someone who could protect her, teach her how to read, teach her to fight back, and teach her the truth. The first word White Butterfly can write is her name. She filled a notebook full of her favorites and deeply engrained Song Jianing in her mind. Until one day, Bai Butterfly found that she was gone. He left her without saying goodbye and left her only a letter: Go south to make a living, goodbye. In 2019, Song Jianing, as a tour guide, led a tour group to the top of Shangri-La to enjoy the sunset, but unexpectedly encountered a landslide on the top of the mountain. All vehicles stopped transporting in the early morning, and only the extremely expensive truck was still working. After the truck arrived, Song Jianing originally wanted to go forward to negotiate the price, but when the door opened, Song Jianing froze on the spot. Memories overlapped, Bai Butterfly was sitting in the driver's seat, his expression was the same as when he first saw her six years ago, arrogant. "Climbing a mountain on a rainy day, don't you want to live anymore?" White Butterfly mocked indifferently, without even looking at her. Song Jianing said nothing, but noticed the hideous scars under her rolled up sleeves. -You are a free butterfly, and I am willing to mend your injured wings. —Sister, have you forgotten me after all these years? Don't you want me anymore? Text: We butterflies are 1. At the end of the year, the age difference was 14 years. Song Jianing was 32 years old and Butterfly was 18 when they met again. There are flashbacks and reminiscences, and there is no guarantee that there will be fewer, so I will avoid lightning on my own. Purpose: Live well