Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The two walked for a while, their noses numb from the fragrance of flowers. White butterflies were flying around them, and Tong Yao didn't know what she was thinking.

I parked the bike and took out paper, scissors, string and a small wooden stick from my backpack, not knowing what to do with it.

Fu Yuan squatted down and looked at him curiously: "What are you doing?"

"A small toy that attracts butterflies. Didn't Yuan play with it when he was a kid? It uses fake things to attract cabbage butterflies. A large group of butterflies will chase after it. They will mistake the paper for a butterfly of the opposite sex."

"Huh? That's impossible. It's just paper, not a living butterfly. How could it possibly fool other butterflies?"

Tong Yao smiled mysteriously when she heard this: "Let's make a bet. If I win, I'll make you a garland and let you wear it, and then I can take a picture."

Fu Yuan hesitated for a moment and agreed readily. This illogical thing could not happen. How could a butterfly not be able to distinguish between real and fake butterflies?

It's just paper, it can't fool a butterfly. In his opinion, this is impossible.

Soon, a small butterfly-attracting toy was made. Tong Yao smiled brightly at him, raised the small wooden stick and began to wave it, and the butterflies that were originally scattered around slowly gathered around.

Soon a large group of them came and fluttered around the piece of paper in Tong Yao's hand, fluttering like a long piece of white silk, making it impossible to take your eyes off it.

Fu Yuan was stunned when he saw this scene. He felt like his mind was shocked. How on earth could this be done?

Tong Yao looked relaxed as she spun around, waving the small wooden stick in her hand, a hint of pride in her smile: "Well, I was right, wasn't I? This can attract butterflies."

"When I was a kid, there were rapeseed flowers growing along the roadsides in the village, and there were lots of these little white butterflies. We all made these for fun. Do you want to give it a try?"

"I……"

A wooden stick was stuffed into Fu Yuan's hand. He waved the stick stiffly, his body tense and unable to relax.

Tong Yao was helpless when she saw this. She placed her small hand on the back of his hand and waved it with him, saying softly, "Relax and wave slowly. They will catch up."

Someone was walking along the path and saw this beautiful scene. He couldn't help but raise his camera to take two pictures and posted them directly on his social media platform with a caption.

【The quiet years heal the heart】

Fu Yuan had a smile on his face and a doting look in his eyes.

Tong Yao smiled brightly, like a little sun. This beautiful scene of the two of them was posted on social platforms and quickly became popular.

But the two of them don't know it yet.

There was a pulling force on the skirt. Tong Yao looked down and saw a little girl in a pink princess dress. She looked as cute as a doll.

"Wow, you're so cute."

"Um, sister, can you let Tangtang play with that?"

"Your name is Tangtang, what a sweet name."

Tong Yao glanced at Fu Yuan, took the small wooden stick without hesitation, and stuffed it directly into the little girl's hand. She started waving her hand and watched the butterflies flying after the paper.

The little girl giggled excitedly: "Haha, there are so many butterflies, sister, I love you so much."

"Haha, Tangtang, where are your family? Why are you the only one here? It would be so dangerous if you got lost."

"I don't know. Daddy passed away, and Mommy was so sad. She said she wanted to go see Grandma, but Grandma has already gone to heaven, so Mommy has to go to heaven too."

Ok?

Tong Yao felt something was wrong when she heard this, so she bent down and picked up the little girl, anxiously saying, "Tangtang, where is your mommy? I want to take your mommy with me to play with the little butterflies. Can you lead the way?"

"Okay, okay, let's take Mommy out to play."

Fu Yuan saw that she was struggling to hold the child. Although he didn't like children, he still held out his hand: "I'm strong, let me hold the child, it will be faster."

"Okay, let's go find someone quickly. Tangtang's mother may need help."

The three of them walked towards the pavilion. Looking at the white figure sitting beside the stone, with a steep cliff below, Tong Yao's heart began to tighten.