cry of a butterfly

Irene, the only maid in the place, ran towards the gunshot, and she was obviously a little slow to react.But maintaining the loyalty of the master is remarkable.This black girl with a simple blush on her cheeks was holding a double-barreled shotgun, pointing the black muzzle at Chu Hua's back.

Under the beige corduroy skirt, two bare long legs were exposed, and her plump muscles trembled up and down because of her body trembling angrily.The dark skin looked extremely textured, like a mixture of semi-solid asphalt and oil.Eileen is beautiful and strong, but can't speak because of damaged vocal cords.While moving her two thick lips vigorously, she made a continuous high-decibel whining sound, as if a gust of air flowed through a reed pipe.

The girl was so nervous that the hand holding the trigger kept shaking, as if she might shoot the intruder who pointed the gun at her master at any moment.

Chu Hua had to let go of his fingers and let the gun in his hand fall to the ground.He understood that Compo's remarks about "zircon" and "gemstone" just now were all nonsense, but now he can only raise his hands in the same posture and dare not act rashly—any slight change in his movements will have consequences. It might break the girl's nerves.

Shooting at close range within three steps, he came here for the sake of opening his mind and revealing the truth, but he was not prepared to have his chest exploded.

Compo bent down and washed his hands in the cistern next to the wooden house, and the small white man handed back the silver cane to his hand.

"I'm...sorry," Chu Hua's face was slightly embarrassed, but he still insisted on trying to cover up his recklessness, "I apologize to you for my exaggerated sense of justice, but all of this is possible Yuan, after all, you are inseparable from the twelve lives."

"Ha," laughed, and Compo, who was leaning on a silver cane, walked towards Chu Hua slowly.Indeed, as described to Lai, his steps are slow, his center of gravity is shifted, and he feels a strong sense of frustration. Not only does he not have the ugliness of a crippled person, but he has the inexplicable elegance of a dancer.He stopped in front of him and leaned forward slightly to ensure that his gaze was very close to the other person's. "Sophistry is useless. The boss is the one with the gun."

Predators in nature are born with killing eyes.But it wasn't until the four eyes looked at each other at close range that Chu Hua realized that the other's eyelashes were long and soft, and his eyes contained a gentleness and tranquility that surpassed everything else, like sunset and dusk, and also like dawn and dawn.However, there is no doubt that these beautiful light-colored eyes are born with a lack of emotion. Maybe I can look at a lizard and get better feedback.

Once again he felt familiar with this man, and it hit him like a hammer.

In an instant, the initiative and passivity changed, and Chu Hua glanced at the black maid who was pointing a shotgun at her, and then asked Compo, "Do you want to shoot me?"

"Yes." The man nodded very calmly.Irene seemed to want to put down the shotgun in her hand, but Compaq shook his head at her and signaled her to move forward with his eyes—the barrel of the thick-caliber gun hit the back of the young police detective's heart.Even through the thin shirt, you can clearly feel the coldness of the muzzle.

"You're joking." Chu Hua didn't take it seriously at all, and said casually, "Obviously, this is a misunderstanding."

The young police detective was about to put his hand down, but his back was severely punched by the barrel of the gun.The nigga made another whimpering sound as a warning to him.

"You...you're joking." There was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, and he still managed to force out a nonchalant smile, "I'm a policeman."

"Yes." Compo nodded in agreement, then suddenly shrugged his shoulders and said, "But, who knows?" He leaned over to the young police detective with a smile, and whispered in his ear, "I only know the face The law allows me to blow the head off of a trespasser with a gun."

He stared in disbelief at the pale eyes in front of him, trying to see through the playful emotions hidden in him with the experience of a police detective.It turns out that this person is like an empty shot—beautiful scenery, secretive poetry, and desolate silence with no one in it.

Chu Hua was a little stunned, the other party seemed to be serious.

With danger looming, the young detective decides it's better to beg for mercy.He smiled and said, "I apologize to you, I shouldn't have pointed a gun at you just now."

"I accept." Compa nodded with a smile, and then leaned forward with a cane.However, when he passed by the police detective, he immediately expressed what his wife said "doesn't like the police". He turned his head and said to Irene, "Shoothim."

"No, no, no! Wait! Wait!" The sound of pulling the bolt penetrated into the eardrums, and the sound of pulling the trigger was almost heard!Chu Hua hurriedly yelled to recognize his mistake, "I was wrong! I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Compo stopped and turned his face slightly.

After throwing "I was wrong" several times in a row, this time the tone was much more sincere than before, "I really really apologize to you! For my recklessness, for pointing a gun at you, for my momentary Fumbled and shattered your clay mask."

"It's not wise to confess at this time." After a while, the man slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and still said to his maid, "Shoothim."

"Hey! No! No—"

"Wait a minute." Raising her hand in a nick of time, stopped Irene from pulling the trigger.

Compo saw the bouquet of lily of the valley that Chu Hua put in his back pocket.

He took the flowers out of his pocket and walked back to him, "What is this?"

The heart almost jumped out of the throat.Chu Hua covered his stone-like chest, and bent down.After gasping for a few moments, he cast the white of his eye at the other person, and said in a vicious voice, "You...are you an idiot? Of course it's an orchid of the valley!"

"From the garden?"

"No." He took a breath and stood up straight again, his tone seemed to be unhappily desperate, "I bought it from the street, just to give it to a bastard who almost shot me!"

"Put the gun down, Irene." Looking away from the white flower in his hand, Compa really smiled, "This detective is my friend."

"Who the hell is your friend—" He was full of negative emotions waiting to vent, but suddenly his eyes widened and he stopped speaking—

The man leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips.

The kiss that was about to leave was extremely soft, like a goose feather, like a butterfly's wing, like a soft snore sliding through a sweet dream, like a tongue licking a wound.

Even as if it never happened.

Unprepared for a "sneak attack", the young police detective's first reaction was not anger.

The watery eyes opened wide in a daze, and Chu Hua stood there for a while before saying a word, "You..."

Eyelash close to the distance, feel each other's breathing and heartbeat.His eyes were smiling, but his expression was very serious, "Just to express my thanks."

"for what?"

Chu Hua regretted it later, he shouldn't have asked such a question at the time, it seemed like he was being stupid.

"To bring the whole spring to a butterfly."