cry of a butterfly

The peas were too sour, the steak was too old, the boxed milk and sliced ​​kiwi were all stale, and the bread was stuffed with shredded coconut, which she hated most.Marilyn stared at the man sitting across from her with her eyes wide open and her mouth puffed out.She had met him several times and knew that he was Chu Hua's partner.

"I don't like to eat this!" Marilyn screamed without fear of tearing her vocal cords, as long as Chu Hua was not around, she would utter this ear-piercing scream anytime and anywhere, "Are you an idiot! You Pigs won’t eat these things I bought!”

"Stop yelling! Can you stop yelling!" Before Han Xiao moved away, Tu Yuming had never been to Chu Hua's residence, and he swore at this moment that he would never set foot here again—the sweet and lovely doll in front of him has already yelled It's been more than half an hour, and there is no intention of stopping.Confused by the relentless screams, the man rolled his eyes and asked, "I promised him to take care of you for one night, how can you take a bite of these things?"

"You picked out the shredded coconut in the bread, I can consider taking a bite."

The man glanced at the bread in the rattan basket, reached out to pick up one, and handed it up after a few rough tugs, "Okay, there's no more."

"Also! I saw it! Here! There!" Marilyn screamed again, "I said, pick it up!"

"I like to eat or not." Finally decided to ignore her.He threw the broken bread back into the basket, and pulled out a tissue, tore it into balls and stuffed it into his ears.Tu Yuming, who was isolated from the noise, was in a good mood. He cut a piece of steak and put it in his mouth. While chewing, he said intoxicatedly, "Earplugs are the second greatest invention after condoms."

"But I'm still hungry!" Marilyn yelled as she knocked on the table with a knife in her hand, "I'm still hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

He stared at her wide-eyed, and deliberately asked with a bewildered expression, "You said... what?"

The little girl reached out her hand and pulled the tissue from the man's ear, and kept screaming close to his face, "I will tell Chu Hua that you won't give me food, and you still beat me!"

"Miss, Han Xiao likes that little boy. In order to please him, no matter how much trouble you make or what you make, he will not beat you." Tu Yuming waved his clenched fists, showing off the plump and thick flesh on his arms. Muscle, "But I don't like him, I will hit you. So you either eat or shut up, don't try to threaten me, it's useless. Make me anxious, I'll hit that little boy too!"

A man's threats are more effective than a little girl's. Marilyn stopped her mouth for a moment, choked for a while before asking, "Don't you like him?"

Tu Yuming nodded generously, expressing that he likes women, and in his eyes, Chu Hua is just a little more idolatrous than ordinary policemen.

Marilyn pouted, dubiously saying, "But you are very good to him, you simply obey him."

"We are partners. I will take bullets for him when necessary, and he treats me the same. But this is not love." Before he finished speaking, he scolded himself an idiot in his heart, talking to an eight-year-old girl love!

"So?" The round and big blue eyes turned vigorously, and Marilyn suddenly smiled very happily, "Then it seems that we can be friends."

"no."

The man buried his head and ate by himself. His bright pupils, focused eyes, and constantly puffed and sunken cheeks made this face with clear bones look very fierce, not like a policeman, but like a mafia.The lines are tough and the facial features are handsome. The muscles on the body are clear and distinct, and they are very strong.Without the scorched scar on the left side of his face, what an attractive man he would have been.Marilyn kept looking at Tu Yuming's scarred half of his face with naked eyes, and then said with a disgusted look, "Hey, you are so ugly."

"That's just now. I used to be handsome."

"Then why did you become like this?"

"I'm a superhero, and I save the world." After pondering for a moment with a rare solemn expression, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Chu Hua."

Marilyn laughed happily, "I want to talk to him right now."

Tu Yuming hung up on Chu Hua, but was cut off immediately.

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Ever since the man stepped into the banquet hall, the voyeurs have not stopped taking pictures.

The voyeurs were short and ugly, not much more respectable than dwarves.Wearing black and white zebra-patterned glasses, holding the photographer's professional equipment majestically, he seemed to be recording the feast of the philanthropist with video, but in the end the cameras were all aimed at the same man.His eyes were filled with the joy of catching prey, and there was an extremely satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.It makes him look like a perpetual psycho with dark motives, but he's really a reporter.

The person being secretly photographed looked very young, with a thin and tall figure, a pretty oriental face, and a black velvet dress that seemed very awkward to him.

The young man in black velvet was talking to an ugly fat man, seemingly completely unaware that he was being secretly photographed.

The voyeur is engrossed in the shooting, murmuring about the beauty of the other party while moving his own steps to ensure that the other party always appears in the center of his lens.Because he was too intoxicated by the shooting in front of him, he didn't notice the waiter passing by with the plate at all.After a collision that was enough to cause chaos, the voyeur, who kept apologizing, looked up again, only to find that the black velvet man who was supposed to be in the camera had disappeared.He was so flustered that he went all over the world to look for him, when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Hi, Frodo?" Turning his head to meet the handsome oriental face, the other party suddenly bent his eyes and smiled--this kind of curved and sweet smile made his eyes take on a very attractive crescent shape, Still faintly shy like a student, he said, "Tell me why you secretly filmed me. Otherwise I will break your nose, and I will do what I say."

"I secretly filmed you because... I'm your huge fan. I love you, from the past to the future! My God! You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, I thought it was just because you live on the screen, no Thinking of you taking off the heavy makeup, you are even more beautiful than the one in the camera!" After a burst of bluffing and slightly exaggerated exclamation, he handed over his business card, "My name is Pan, and my name is Peter. Peter Pan, It's not Peter Pan... yes, it's Peter Pan. If you read the weekly magazine "Times Entertainment", you will find that I wrote all the reports of praise and praise for you."

He was so nervous that his palms sweated, and he stuttered when he spoke.But the pretty guy in front of him pursed his lips, raised his eyebrows and made an expression that meant "it's a pity you didn't explain clearly", and immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to punch his nose.

"Wait...Aren't you the lead singer of Gem, Jonelle?" Peter Pan opened his eyes wide and repeated, "No, you are exactly the same..."

The young man in black velvet suddenly realized that the other party had recognized the wrong person.But almost in the blink of an eye he made a decision, nodded agreeingly and said, "I am, but I don't want to make too much publicity in such an occasion, it will cause a riot in the crowd-you... know what I mean? "

"I, I...Of course I understand," Peter Pan pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, stuttering out of uncontrollable excitement, "I will keep a low profile, and I will not reveal to others that you are here !"

"Since you are a paparazzi, you must know the secrets of many celebrities?" The black velvet young man nodded in satisfaction, and suddenly turned his gaze to a very beautiful woman in front of the rostrum, "Do you know her?"

"You mean Brigitte? The wife of a rich man who has a perverted habit of 'hiding beautiful women's bodies in his wine cellar'?" Peter Pan patted his chest proudly, "As you know, I'm a paparazzi, Extremely dedicated—I know her far more than his husband knows about her." Speaking of this, he blinked mysteriously, and his face, which was not very good-looking at all, looked particularly intimidating and dirty due to the exaggerated winking ,"I am not kidding."

The corner of the black velvet young man's mouth curled into a shallow smile, he leaned his head towards the short and somewhat wretched reporter, and whispered something in his ear.

The conversation with the idol was obviously relaxed and pleasant. Seeing that the fat man who had been talking to "Jonelle" leaned over, the two had to end the conversation.

Pan Peter, who followed other celebrities, hung the camera around his neck before leaving, turned his head and stretched out his hands towards the other party, and raised two thumbs up, "I will always support you! Keep alive and move forward, OK?"

The young man in black velvet smiled and stretched out his left hand, with the same thumbs up, but said without moving his lips, "Screwyou."

Of course, the little reporter who was stupid enough to admit the wrong person was already out of hearing.

The author has something to say: ① Frodo Baggins, the dwarf in "The Lord of the Rings", is here to mock the paparazzi for being too short.