She amazed the world after the divorce

Everyone took out their cell phones and took pictures of the dancing butterflies.

It's not even the end of the first lunar month yet, and there isn't even a single blooming flower in the cemetery. Yet there are delicate and fragile creatures like butterflies, which is truly magical.

They believed that these were the spirits of the old man and the old lady.

The butterflies are one black and one pink. The old man loved to wear black clothes when he was alive, and the old lady loved light pink when she was alive.

The black swallowtail butterfly is as calm as the old man's personality.

The pink butterfly is cute and adorable, just like the old lady when she was alive.

Zhou Zhou stared at the fluttering butterflies with his big eyes and fell into deep thought.

Gu Jinyao lowered his eyes and looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Zhou asked, "Did Xiao Tianyu and his master transform this butterfly to comfort everyone? Or did Grandma and Grandpa transform it themselves?"

Gu Jinyao said: "It doesn't matter. Everyone will selectively believe the latter."

"Yeah, I really want to take Dugu Cheng as my teacher."

If I could learn his skills, not only could I avenge Guo Xu's dead family, but I could also find peace for their souls, right?

The two butterflies are not afraid of people.

Pink butterflies fluttered around Su Xingyan.

Black butterflies were flying around Gu Beixian, Qin Ye, Gu Yifeng, Gu Jinyao and Zhou Zhou.

Su Xingyan's beautiful eyes are watery.

She raised her right hand and said to Butterfly, "Grandma, is that you?"

The pink butterfly landed on her slender white fingertips and stood still, as if answering her.

Su Xingyan's eyes were filled with tears.

How I wish I could take these two butterflies home and raise them carefully.

It’s like wanting my great-grandma and great-grandpa to live forever.

After ten or twenty minutes, a pair of butterflies spread their wings and flew away into the distance.

Gu Yifeng stretched out his long legs and chased after him.

He knew some martial arts skills and could chase the butterfly very quickly. After a while, the butterfly flew away and he could no longer catch up with it.

He had no choice but to return to the old lady and the old man's grave.

Gu Aoting had stopped crying. He was staring at the video on his phone, watching it over and over again, muttering to himself as he watched, "My mom was worried about me, so she turned into a butterfly with my dad to tell me that they were fine and asked me not to be sad."

Qin Ye glanced at him, not knowing how to comment.

The tone of voice sounds just like a big baby who lost his parents.

Gu Beixian echoed his father's words and said, "Yes, you are the one that grandpa and grandma are most worried about, so you have to be strong. You don't have parents anymore, but you still have us. We will spoil you well in the future. If you feel bad, just tell me and I will comfort you."

Gu Aoting leaned his head on his shoulder, "Don't find me annoying."

Gu Beixian stroked his gray hair and said lovingly, "Don't mind. I was so annoying when I was a kid, but you didn't find me annoying at all."

Gu Aoting sniffed and choked up, "Son, you are so good to dad."

Qin Ye got goosebumps all over his body.

These are father and son.

He couldn't stand it anymore and suggested: "The butterflies have flown away, let's go too."

A group of people got into the car.

Gu Beixian took Gu Aoting back to his home.

My mother has a straightforward personality. If my father cries, she can coax him once, twice, or even twice. But if she coaxes him more than three times, she can't help but hit him.

When he was young, it would be enough to hit him a few times, but at his age now, if you hit him accidentally, he could easily die.

Arrange Gu Aoting to stay in the guest room.

Gu Beixian took off his shoes and clothes, and asked someone to bring warm water and a towel.

He wet the towel and wiped Gu Aoting's face, eyes, neck and hands. He also found a piece of top-quality white jade and applied it to his swollen eyes.

Ice cubes are too cold and not suitable for elderly people.

Gu Aoting lay on the bed, looking at him with tears in his eyes, "Son, you really love your dad."

Gu Beixian said gently: "This is what you did to me when you were a child."

Gu Aoting's voice was hoarse, "My mother loved me this much when I was a child."

Gu Beixian leaned over and hugged him, patting his back. "Go to sleep. You haven't had a good night's sleep this week. If you don't get a good night's sleep, you will be reunited with my grandparents in heaven."

Gu Aoting was reluctant to die.

I am even more reluctant to leave my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

He closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

I seldom snore normally, but I was too tired these days and started snoring so loudly.

Gu Beixian tucked the quilt for him, touched his head, stood up and walked out, closing the door tightly.

Return to the master bedroom.

As soon as the door was opened, Su Huan was sitting on the sofa against the wall under the dim warm light, holding a mutton-fat jade bracelet in her hand, and was in a daze.

Her profile is soft and elegant.

Under the warm light, his pale face looked almost transparent.

Gu Beixian walked lightly, walked to her side and sat down, raised his hand to hold her in his arms, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Su Huan put the jade bracelet on her left wrist and smiled at him. "This bracelet was given to me by my grandmother when I was young. It is a family heirloom. I rarely wear it because I am afraid of bumping it and it is inconvenient to wear it at work. Now I take it out and wear it carefully. When I wear it, I feel as if my grandmother is still by my side."

She raised her wrist and looked down at the bracelet.

The bracelet is made of delicate jade, which is lustrous, white as mutton fat and exudes a soft luster.

When worn on the wrist, it is warm and smooth, making her wrist look even more slender and beautiful.

Gu Beixian hugged her, resting his chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Cry if you want to. You have been holding back because you were afraid that I would be sad these days. It must be very hard to hold back, right?"

Su Huan couldn't hold back any longer and cried in Gu Beixian's arms.

The old lady loved her very much.

I liked her the moment I met her, and I protected her and favored her in every way.

When she was young, she and Gu Beixian were getting a divorce. If the old lady had not mediated and fought with Gu Beixian and Gu Aoting for her, she and Gu Beixian would never have remarried, and she would not have given birth to Yifeng and Xingyan.

After she finished crying, Gu Beixian wiped her tears and said, "Take a shower and have a good sleep. Everyone is too tired these past few days."

"it is good."

They went to the bathroom, took a shower, and went to bed.

Early next morning.

Gu Beixian woke up and just regained consciousness, without opening his eyes, he habitually reached out to touch Su Huan.

Didn't touch it.

Gu Beixian opened his eyes and saw that the seat next to the bed was empty.

He threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and looked everywhere, "Su Huan, Su Huan, Huan Huan..."

When they found the study, Su Huan responded from inside.

Gu Beixian pushed the door open and saw her sitting at the desk, holding a pen and drawing.

Gu Beixian walked to the table.

The painting shows what the old lady looked like when she was alive, or to be exact, what she looked like more than 30 years ago.

At that time, the old lady was only in her seventies. She wore a beautiful cheongsam, a pearl necklace, and had her hair tied up. She had an elegant temperament and her figure was straighter than it is now.

Su Huan lowered her head to paint her eyeballs, saying as she painted: "From today on, I will paint a portrait of grandma every day, starting from the first time I met her."

She has a good memory and can remember everything she sees.

I can clearly remember what the old lady looked like every year.

Gu Beixian leaned over and put his arms around her waist.

I know there is a kind of sadness called quiet sadness. The more quiet you appear on the outside, the more painful your heart is.

He turned on his phone and showed her a video of a pair of butterflies dancing around a grave. "Let's paint this pair of butterflies for the last painting. They are the souls of grandpa and grandma. It's true that people turn into butterflies after death. When we die, we will be buried in the same grave and fly away as butterflies."

Su Huan took the phone, stared at the pair of beautiful swallowtail butterflies in the video, curved her eyebrows and smiled, and as she smiled, tears flashed in her eyes.

This is probably the most beautiful love in the world.

They sleep together in life and are buried in the same grave after death, and their souls turn into a pair of butterflies.