bookrandom Chapter 309 Butterfly: Rains Fall During the Qingming Festival (3)
Chapter 309 Butterfly: Rains Fall During the Qingming Festival (3)
In late April, the temperature had risen to 27 or 28 degrees Celsius.
Because it rains, and it rains frequently, the weather is not very hot.
The drizzle continues and there is no sign of stopping.
Except for the old man guarding the gate, there was no one in the cemetery.
Deng Zhonghai was wearing a new coat he had bought at the hospital entrance. He was holding incense, candles, and paper money in one hand and climbing the stairs panting, looking a little tired.
He didn't hold an umbrella, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his head, which mixed with the fine and dense rain and was hard to distinguish.
The coat I wore on the day I was admitted to the hospital was cut open and thrown away by the nurse before I entered the operating room.
It was bloody and dirty, and there was no way I could take it off to treat my injuries.
It was bought for him by his wife the year she passed away. Except in the cold winter and hot summer, he was always reluctant to take it off. It is now very old.
Well, that’s a pity.
Throw it all away.
Deng Zhonghai walked to the lonely tombstone in the corner with familiarity and finally stopped.
【My dear, I am here to see you! 】
The leaves rustled and the grass swayed, as if in response.
Wang Defa, who had just taken a nap at noon, didn't hold on tightly and was blown off the leaves by the wind. He rolled several times before he spread his wings to steady himself.
Deng Zhonghai was staring at the cold tombstone in silence when a yellow moth suddenly appeared in front of him, shedding powder as it flew.
The fine rain has no killing power to humans, but it is still a little unbearable for a tiny butterfly.
He reflexively wanted to reach out to drive it away, but he moved his left hand instead and grimaced in pain.
【hiss--】
Wang Defa didn't pay any attention at all. He saw a few bananas with sesame-like spots on them on the ground and landed on them with flapping wings.
Hmm, (╯▽╰ ) smells so good~~
This leopard-spotted banana is very sweet and has a soft and sweet taste. In fact, it tastes better than the pure yellow ones.
Every time Deng Zhonghai came, he would bring a few of them, peel them and bury them in the soil. Three years later, nothing has grown, so he must have been eaten by his wife.
It’s rare that when it comes to choosing bananas, the three members of the family have the same taste.
[My dear, look at me. If it weren’t for the accident insurance you bought for me, I wouldn’t have the money for the surgery.]
The person under the tombstone did not respond.
[I couldn’t stop the car and hit an old lady. Luckily she was fine, otherwise…]
Still no response.
The butterfly quietly stretched out its siphon-like mouthparts and tried to pierce the banana peel, but it almost broke.
Wang Defa: (? _ ?)
[Alas, my dear, I have accumulated thousands of words, but in the end, it still comes down to one simple word: thank you! ]
Deng Zhonghai's eyes felt hot, his nose felt sore, and he shed a few tears quietly.
He lit the incense and candles, squatted down with difficulty, and burned the paper money one by one.
The drizzle, as light as silk threads, did not affect the fire, and the thick paper money was quickly burned out.
When the wind blew, the gray-black paper ashes swirled away like pieces of gray-black butterflies.
Wang Defa seemed to be frightened. He flapped his wings and flew to the tombstone. His thin antennae tilted and he looked at the old man in front of him. He looked a little familiar and his eyes were dazed.
After so many lives and deaths, his memories of his life as a human have become blurred, and he can’t even recognize his biological father in front of him.
[Hey, it turns out it's not a moth, but a butterfly. It's pretty pretty, too. The two big black spots on its wings look like eyes.]
Deng Zhonghai cleaned the weeds on the grave and sat on the steps. He felt like smoking a cigarette, but when he felt his pocket, it was empty.
Oh, in his hurry, he forgot to buy it.
The steps were a little damp, and Deng Zhonghai's pants quickly got wet from the outside to the inside. His numb butt from lying in the hospital also felt cold.
[Hey, my dear, it’s raining hard. I’m going to go back first. I’ll come back to see you in a few days when the weather is better!]
He stood up, pulled his trousers, lifted the hem of his clothes and wiped off the thin layer of dust on the tombstone.
But he unexpectedly found a yellow butterfly with two big eyes flew to the third button of his shirt and would not fly away no matter how he moved.
Deng Zhonghai's eyes widened, and a string of exclamation marks lit up on his straight man's head. He suddenly thought of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.
[My dear... is it... is it you?! ]
Wang Defa: (*Φ皿Φ*) Guess...
Deng Zhonghai let his left hand hang down, holding only an umbrella in his right hand. He walked very carefully, and even completely ignored the feeling of his wet and cold pants.
A pair of eyes, staring straight at the chest——
Those black eyes carved into the wings.
[Well, my spouse’s eyes aren’t that big, they’re a bit creepy if I stare at them for too long…]
Wang Defa: If you guessed wrong, guess again!
The old man guarding the cemetery put his cell phone far away, squinted his eyes and read a novel through his reading glasses, and didn't pay any attention to the weird Deng Zhonghai at all.
It has been several days since Qingming Festival, and it is difficult to get a taxi at the cemetery entrance.
Deng Zhonghai walked slowly towards the city. Half an hour later, the butterfly was still on him, as if it had recognized him.
Wang Defa: ヾ(。￣□￣)?゜゜゜I was speechless.
One person, one butterfly, with complicated emotions.
The moment Deng Zhonghai stepped into the house, he felt a butterfly flying in front of him and then flying straight to the photo wall opposite the door.
Wang Defa: (?Д?≡?Д?) Isn’t this me? The sunny and handsome me?
(Ten thousand words of narcissism and self-praise are omitted here.)
[Haha, my dear, you miss your son too, right? That boy was cute and well-behaved when he was little, but he became a pervert when he grew up...]
Deng Zhonghai closed the door and the living room window, fearing that the butterfly would accidentally fly away.
When he turned around, he found butterflies flying back and forth between the photo frames without stopping for a moment, and he felt sad.
He went back to his room to get a change of clothes. He had sneezed more than twenty times on the way. If he didn't change his wet pants, he was afraid he would catch a cold.
While taking a shower, he couldn't help but speed up, fearing that if he opened the door and went out, the butterfly would disappear.
As a result, five minutes later, the photo wall was really empty.
【Spouse? 】
【Spouse? 】
There was a rare hint of weakness and sadness in his voice.
Deng Zhonghai, still steaming from his body, carefully looked around the house. Before he despaired, he finally saw the butterfly on his son's door handle.
Yellow with a pair of black eyes, very eye-catching and easy to recognize.
He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab it, but he was afraid that his clumsy hands would hurt the little thing's wings, so he finally pulled his hand back.
Wang Defa was helpless: It was definitely not me who was so scared that my hair stood up just now...
[My dear, this is our son’s room. There’s nothing fancy about it. After he got married, all the little things were moved back to his own home. I wonder if my daughter-in-law burned them all…]
Wang Defa: (っ?Д?)っ!!
[Dad, my dear dad, it’s me, I’m Wang Defa, your son! ]
The butterfly landed on the back of Deng Zhonghai's hand.
A roar like a thunderclap fell into Deng Zhonghai's confused mind.
Stunned him...