Small pink butterfly

"Matteo, do you want to go to the library together?" The two boys leaned against their legs with books in their hands, and greeted another boy who was oncoming.

"No, I have other things to do. You should study hard." The boy waved his hands, rejecting their invitation.

"There's a party tomorrow night, all our classmates, let's come and play together!" One of the shorter boys warmly invited.

"Ah, my brother is coming tomorrow, I'm going to pick him up at the airport, I'm so sorry, have a good time."

Another rejection.

The two of them didn't care, because they were used to it. Since entering school, this classmate basically didn't participate in any of their private gatherings.

This is already the second year for Cen Yi to come to Switzerland, and there is no sense of strangeness and tension brought about by the first arrival, followed by a boundless sense of loneliness.

Unlike wanderers who leave home to study abroad, his mother is also in this country, but his brother and father are still in the country.

At the beginning, when someone took the initiative to say hello, strike up a conversation or something, he would agree to it out of politeness. The further he went, the more he felt that it was better to be alone, and the more people there were, the lonelier he would be.

Later, he would tactfully refuse any invitations. Of course, it was not an excuse that his younger brother would come tomorrow. He never had to find a reason to refuse others. Therefore, in the eyes of other students, he was always very direct, so direct that he was a little unreasonable.

But this does not prevent him from being approached, aesthetics, how big the differences between domestic and foreign countries are, in fact, the same, nothing more than three high standards: high nose bridge, tall stature, good taste, especially the rare oriental face like Cen Yi , the popularity of people with good appearance conditions can be imagined.

Among the people who wanted to express their feelings to him, there were men and women, and the one who left the deepest impression on him was a boy with blond hair and blue eyes.

The boy's curved eyebrows always gave him a familiar feeling, a feeling of sunshine on his body, which always brought him a little warmth and companionship when he felt lonely.

But Cen Yi knew that this wasn't love, it wasn't even friendship, it was at most a complementarity of personalities.

The blond-haired boy loves art. Every time he goes out for sketching or closed-end study, he will find Cen Yi to accompany him for various reasons, or he needs his help because there are too many things to carry, or there are too many mosquitoes in the sketching place and he forgets to bring them. Mosquito coil, I want to ask Cen Yi to bring it over...

It seemed so natural for such an obvious pursuit to be done by such a boy, as if it was really just mutual help between friends.

"Don't you Chinese all say: Aren't feelings all caused by troubles, and I will trouble you more in the future!"

Cen Yi didn't answer this sentence, because he didn't agree with it in his heart.

A few more years have passed in the foreign country, and that boy has never given up in these few years. No matter how cold Cen Yi's attitude is, he will approach him with a smiling face, and say to him with a smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Later, on a certain Sunday afternoon, he met two people on the street, a brand-new oriental face, and his arm was held by another boy. The boy had blond hair and blue eyes, and his smile was very dazzling, as warm as the sun.

He frowned with a smile, and said with a happy face: "Matteo, I have found the right person, and I hope you will meet the right person soon."

"Matteo, is it because I look like someone?"

Cen Yi didn't answer, he smiled and said some congratulations, and then left.

At that moment, he didn't feel any unhappiness, but a little more relief. He never thought about hanging anyone, so he never gave a positive response, but it would be considered scum if he didn't refuse this point.

Fortunately, the boy didn't care, as the boy said, he was just looking for a suitable person, and during the time he stayed by Cen Yi's side, he knew that Cen Yi was not the right person.

Cen Yi will also go back to China to have a look. A few years ago, he could still see that bouncing figure who had grown a lot outside that yard. Later, that family moved away, and he never saw him again. The young man who was as bright as the sun.

……

"Brother, do you know? The yard we lived in when we were young is going to be demolished, and the neighbors who lived there have all moved out." Cen Xi leaned against the kitchen door and chatted with Cen while eating an apple.

Cen Yi paused for a moment while chopping vegetables.

Of course he knew.

"Brother, I plan to study art in the future, what do you think?" Cen Xi talked to himself, and didn't expect his brother to speak back to him.

"Good."

It's really rare that Mian Hulu answered him for the first time.

"Brother, do you remember our little captain in the yard?" Cen Xi was forgetful, "It seems to be called... Xia... Yes! Xia Yiliu! Hahaha, obviously he touched the snails the least."

Cen Yi didn't have much impression of the person he mentioned, he was looking forward to another name.

"By the way, there's also Little Pink Butterfly!" Cen Yi threw the apple core into the trash can, with an expression of nostalgia for the past, "He's so funny, it's said in the yard that he quarrels the most. That fast-talking guy, before others opened their mouths, he was blocked speechless, uh... But he just doesn't grow tall hahahaha... Still thin, like a bean sprout, brother, he must be malnourished! Ha ha ha ha……"

No, he has grown taller.

He actually didn't know what his emotions were towards that bean sprouts. At first, people who were afraid of the cold instinctively approached the heat source and the warmth. Later, everyone in school and society could say a few more words to him. The people here all have a common characteristic: eyebrows and eyes are curved, their smiles are very warm, and they have a sunny breath.

But they lack something, because they are still not that person, so there are some things that cannot be learned.

Everyone is like him, and no one is like him.

One winter, when he was in the coffee shop, he breathed on the glass window and wiped it clean. At that moment, a figure walked past the window.

His heart beat violently almost at that moment, he stood up from the chair with a "huh", and he opened the door and chased out after hearing the sound of his own heartbeat.

But all he saw was white snow and a small string of footprints printed on the snow on the ground.

Not a single one.

……

Later, he also asked his little friend Xiao if he had been to Switzerland in a certain winter.

His eyes became slits with a smile, "No! Are you thinking about it too much and have hallucinations? I didn't expect our boss Cen to secretly miss me. Come on, have you ever talked to someone about it?" in love?!"

He smiled: "No, only you."

There has always been only him, the person in front of him.

The author has something to say: It's really over!Thanks to the little angels for their company, we will continue with the next book!