Butterfly 2
"Yeah." The emotions in her heart slowly calmed down, and Butterfly put on her usual gentle and elegant image, saying, "Mr. Lang was my teacher. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Beijing was in chaos. Mr. Lang took me to move south at the request of my parents. Unexpectedly, fate played a trick on us and separated us. I have always been worried about Mr. Lang's safety. Now that I know that he is doing well and married to Mrs. Liu, such a beautiful wife, I am relieved."
She said don't worry, she just didn't want to disrupt the lives of him and his wife.
After fifteen years, the Mr. Lang she had been waiting for was no longer the Mr. Lang she knew.
He was married and had a family. She waited so long that she didn't know why.
But they are all women, so how could Mrs. Liu not notice Butterfly's thoughts?
Mrs. Liu stood up and said with a smile, " In that case , Miss He Die and my master must have a lot to talk about. Miss He Die, can you let your servants take me to see the essential oils and you can chat with my master. I will be back later."
Before Butterfly could answer, Mrs. Liu said to Mr. Lang, "Master, I'm going first."
Then she bowed and left.
The reception room was empty, with only two old friends and three cups of cold tea.
After a long while, Mr. Lang slowly spoke: "Little Princess..."
"It's been fifteen years since we last met, have you forgotten, Mr. Lang? There is no little princess here anymore, only Butterfly." Butterfly interrupted him and said calmly.
Mr. Lang raised his eyes and looked at her. She was only five years old when they parted, but now she is twenty years old. She has long lost her childishness and replaced it with a mature and stunning face. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find the old look between her eyebrows.
"Butterfly, you have grown up." Mr. Lang sighed sincerely, but found that he could not say anything other than sighing.
Because there was no one around, Butterfly was no longer so tense. She looked up, slightly sad, and asked, "Mr. Lang, when did you marry Mrs. Liu?"
When did you marry her?
Mr. Lang was collecting herbs for butterflies when he rolled down a slope and fell into a lake. He was lucky and was rescued by an official family who was traveling by water.
The daughter of the official family was Madam Liu, who was only sixteen years old at the time. Miss Liu saved Mr. Lang, but after waking up, Mr. Lang ignored his own pain and insisted on looking for a child named Butterfly. He kept repeating the name Butterfly until he fainted again.
When Mr. Lang woke up again, Miss Liu insisted that he should not move around to avoid hurting himself again. Miss Liu took Mr. Lang back to the Liu family. Seeing that Mr. Lang was smart, the Liu family gave him a pawnshop to run.
Miss Liu fell in love with Mr. Lang and wanted to marry him, but Mr. Lang said that he would never marry unless he could find Butterfly.
Three years ago, the grandmother of the Liu family passed away, leaving Miss Liu alone in the family. Before she died, the old lady wanted to marry her granddaughter to Mr. Lang. If she failed to fulfill her granddaughter's wish, she would die with regret.
Mr. Lang was grateful to her family for saving his life, so he had no choice but to accept the offer.
Although he was forced to agree, Miss Liu took it seriously.
After Grandma Liu's funeral, Miss Liu said that she wanted to fulfill the old lady's last wish and chose an auspicious day to marry Mr. Lang.
It was at that time that Mr. Lang became Miss Liu's husband. When Mr. Lang told Butterfly this, he was completely sincere, except for his longing for her.
"In that case, you should treat Mrs. Liu well." Butterfly's eyes darkened.
Now, my homeland is no longer there, my old friends are no longer there, and there is nothing to worry about or linger on.
"Butterfly, will you stay here forever? What about the future? What are your plans?" Mr. Lang asked.
Butterfly stood up slowly, walked towards the eaves of the courtyard, and said, "In the past, Butterfly's life was hanging by a thread, but thinking of Mr. Lang in my heart, I had the courage to live. In the past fifteen years, it was Mr. Lang who supported Butterfly to live well. Now that Mr. Lang is doing well, Butterfly has nothing to worry about. Now Butterfly's name is He Die, and the He family is Butterfly's home. I will stay here and grow old slowly."
"Butterfly." Mr. Lang stood up. He really wanted to tell Butterfly that he had been thinking about her all these years, and even now, he was reluctant to leave her alone.
He had abandoned her for fifteen years... He really didn't want to abandon her again.
"Master." Mrs. Liu's appearance suddenly interrupted what he was about to say.
"Master, I just went to visit him. Your old friend is really amazing." Mrs. Liu praised sincerely.
Butterfly smiled slightly when she heard this: "Does Mrs. Liu like anything?"
"Yes." Mrs. Liu was delighted as she listed them carefully. "I like Rouge Tears, Dark Fragrance and Sparse Shadows, and Yunmeng Spring, but my favorite is the Butterfly Charm. Coming all the way from Yunnan, to be honest, I felt very tired. But after sniffing the Butterfly Charm, I felt refreshed and in a very happy mood."
"Butterfly Lure does have the effect of relieving fatigue, and its effect lasts for a long time. I believe you will be in better spirits in the next few days." Butterfly smiled and looked at her Mr. Lang from afar, but there was a sadness in her eyes.
Mrs. Liu was smiling when she suddenly saw a few butterflies fluttering in the blue sky above the courtyard. She stretched out her hand and the butterflies swirled around her and stayed on her fingertips. Mrs. Liu was surprised and said, "It really is the 'Butterfly Attraction'! So beautiful..."
Butterfly walked towards the servant next to her and asked her to make some delicious lunch and bring it up.
The servant took the order, bowed and left.
"Madam Liu, Master Liu..." Although it was a little awkward, it was the right way to address them. Butterfly Yingying approached the two of them and said, "I have prepared lunch and guest rooms. You two must be tired from the journey. You can take a rest after the meal. Madam Liu, the scenery in Wulong is very beautiful. After you have rested, I will accompany you to Wulong for a walk."
Mrs. Liu smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Miss He Die."
"You're welcome." Butterfly saluted.
Guest room.
Mrs. Liu took off Mr. Lang's coat and said, "You've worked hard on the journey. You should take a rest first."
"Okay." Mr. Lang tidied his short hair and walked to the couch beside him.
Mrs. Liu stared at him and said, "I'm not sleepy. You can sleep in the bed today."
"No need, I'm used to sleeping on the couch." Mr. Lang said, and then he lay down on the couch with his back to Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu sighed lightly and turned to leave.
He has been doing this every night for three years since they got married.
She has always known that Mr. Lang's heart is not with her. There is a butterfly necklace hanging around Mr. Lang's neck. It is said that Little Butterfly made it for him on his seventeenth birthday. In his heart, there is only Butterfly, and there is no room for anyone else.
Mrs. Liu knew all this, so she didn't ask too much of Mr. Lang. As long as Mr. Lang stayed by her side and didn't leave her, that was enough.
At dusk, Mrs. Liu went for a walk with Butterfly along the Wulong River. The willows on the river bank were swaying, and the green lake was shining with faint light, making the scenery pleasant.
When two women walked together, they mostly talked about boudoir topics.
Mrs. Liu liked Butterfly very much and couldn't help asking affectionately, "Miss He, you are so smart. A young woman like you is in charge of such a large business of the He family. You are also so beautiful. Have any good young men come to your house to propose marriage in these years?"
Butterfly smiled and said, "There are some young masters, but I say that marriage is a matter for parents to decide. If they want to marry me, they can go to the underworld and ask my parents for their opinions."
Mrs. Liu laughed: "Miss He, your reason for rejecting someone really convinces me." Butterfly said: "It's better to be alone than to be with someone you don't like."
Mrs. Liu was somewhat moved and stopped involuntarily. Butterfly turned her head and asked, "What's wrong, Mrs. Liu?"
Mrs. Liu looked up at Butterfly, with a faint smile on her face: "Miss He, there is something I want to ask you."
"You want to ask about Mr. Lang, right?" Butterfly guessed what she was thinking.
Mrs. Liu nodded and lowered her eyes slightly: "Miss He and Mr. Lang, are they really just a teacher and a student?"
"Mrs. Liu is already Mr. Lang's wife, what is there to worry about?" asked Butterfly.
Mrs. Liu smiled bitterly and said, "Although I am his wife, I know that his heart is not with me."
Butterfly understood something in her heart. She walked slowly to the riverside and said, "He is really just my teacher. Madam Liu, I am a little princess in the Prince of Guarjia's mansion. Mr. Lang was adopted by my mother and father. When I was born, Mr. Lang was twelve years old. My mother and father doted on me and only allowed people they trusted to get close to me. Therefore, Mr. Lang taught me how to read and write when I was young. In the year when Beijing was in turmoil, my mother and father died. Mr. Lang, at their dying request, rescued me from the smoke of war and took me to a stable place in the south. But fate played a trick on us and separated us..."
For some reason, Mrs. Liu felt uneasy.
It turned out that the young lady in front of her was entrusted to Mr. Lang before her.
Although she saved Mr. Lang, she also took him away. She should return Mr. Lang to Butterfly, right? But she couldn't do it. She couldn't bear to return him, and she didn't want to return him.
"Mrs. Liu, I know propriety and honor. Mr. Lang is your husband now. You don't have to worry about me having bad intentions." Butterfly tilted her head slightly.
Mrs. Liu was stunned and said quickly: "No, Miss He, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that." She did have such a thought, but the smart woman in front of her had guessed it long ago.
Mrs. Liu saw that Butterfly was so thoughtful, so she couldn't help but say, "Miss, you don't know that even if I'm married to him, it's just in name only."
"In name only?" Butterfly frowned.
Mrs. Liu sighed and was about to tell her story, but she was suddenly interrupted by a voice that came from the river and had a frivolous tone.
"Miss He, Miss He, what a coincidence that you come here for a walk?" There was a small boat floating on the river, and on the boat stood a man with oily hair and powdered face, staring at this side with a smile.
"What bad luck!" Butterfly showed disgust on her face. She pulled Mrs. Liu's hand and said, "What a scoundrel and pervert. Mrs. Liu, let's go back quickly."
Mrs. Liu was dragged away by the butterfly without knowing why, but the man on the boat quickly approached the shore and caught up with her in a few steps: "Miss He, Miss He, why do you look at me like a mouse seeing a cat?"
Butterfly stopped and turned to glare at him. The man paused and explained: "Ha, I'm not saying that you are a rat, Miss He."
"Who is this?" Mrs. Liu asked Butterfly.
Without waiting for Butterfly to answer, the man took the lead in introducing himself: "Sister, my name is Feng Lang, and I am the son of the county magistrate of Wulong County."
"Former county magistrate." Butterfly exposed coldly.
Feng Lang smiled indifferently: "Miss He, the day before yesterday I went to your parents' grave to burn some incense, and they agreed to let you be my wife."
"Really? What did they say?" asked Butterfly.
Feng Lang continued to brag: "They told me to take good care of you and the He family."
"That's really unfortunate." Butterfly sneered, "My parents came to me in a dream last night, saying that there was a pig-headed man who always disturbed their peace, and asked me to pay attention recently and ask the servants to catch the pig!" "Hey, you..." Feng Lang reacted, "Are you scolding me?"
"Mrs. Liu, let's go." Butterfly took Mrs. Liu's hand and walked back.
Feng Lang rubbed his hands behind his back and said viciously, "You bad-tempered woman! Just wait! You will cry one day!"
When they returned to the He family, Mrs. Liu was still worried and asked, "Miss He, who is that Feng Lang?"
"He's just a gangster." Butterfly said as she walked away, "Mrs. Liu, I'm afraid the He family won't be able to keep you for long. Pick some spices and essential oils tonight, and you can leave tomorrow."
"Miss He, is that Feng Lang causing you trouble?"
"No, you don't have to think too much." Butterfly, who was walking in front, suddenly looked up and met the gaze of Mr. Lang who had just rested.
The two looked at each other, and Butterfly slowly looked away.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Lang noticed that the two men looked a little strange.
Mrs. Liu said, "I just met a man who seemed to have harassed Miss He a lot."
"What kind of man?" Mr. Lang walked down from the hall.
"It's nothing. Maybe I'm still not married at the age I should be at, so there are more marriage proposals. It's not a big deal," said Butterfly.
The maid who had just followed Butterfly and Madam Liu frowned and couldn't help but say something: "Sister He Die, it doesn't matter if it's others, but it's Feng Lang who is serious!"
"Why are you so talkative?" Butterfly scolded the girl.
Mr. Lang heard this and asked, "Butterfly, who is that?"
Butterfly was unwilling to say, so her maid said, "That man is a young master from an official family, the son of the former county magistrate. Because he was suppressed by the current county magistrate, he coveted our He family's property and also coveted our sister He Die."
Mrs. Liu looked at Mr. Lang, then at Butterfly, took a step forward and said, "Miss He, you are just a little girl, how can you deal with that kind of person? How about this, my master and I stay here and see if we can help you. Besides, my master was your teacher, and now he is your only relative in this world, so we should help you."
She had selfish motives. She thought that if she and Mr. Lang helped Butterfly today, she would not feel that she owed Butterfly anything.
However, what Mrs. Liu did not expect was that Butterfly refused.
Not only did she refuse their help, she also asked them to leave early tomorrow morning. No matter what Mrs. Liu said, it was useless.
Early the next morning, Butterfly prepared the essential oils that Mrs. Liu needed and refused to charge her a penny, saying that she should just treat it as a gift from an old friend.
Butterfly was determined and Mrs. Liu couldn't say a word.
After being sent away by Butterfly, Mrs. Liu sat in the carriage, feeling uneasy. She opened the curtain and called out, "Master."
"Chun'er, I know what you are thinking." Mr. Lang said calmly.
Mrs. Liu sighed: "I really don't trust Miss He."
Mr. Lang looked ahead and said, "Butterfly is smart. She intends to chase us away, so she will definitely send someone to follow us secretly. After we leave the city, we will go to Yunnan. When the people following us return, we will come back and find an inn to stay in Wulong. If Butterfly gets into trouble, we can help her in time."
"Okay." Mrs. Liu meant exactly that.
That day, Mr. Lang and Mrs. Liu returned to Wulong in the sunset.
Mr. Lang deliberately mentioned in the inn that he came to the He family in Wulong to buy incense. When the innkeeper heard about the He family, he praised Butterfly.
He said that Butterfly was rescued by Mr. He when she was five years old and took her home to make perfume with Mrs. He. The He family treated her as their own daughter. It is said that the He family has been helping Butterfly find her brother, but they still couldn't find him because the He family couple died of illness.
When the He couple passed away, the He family's business declined, and it was finally saved by Butterfly.
Everyone knows that He Die, the daughter of the He family, is a smart, gentle and kind woman. In their eyes, no young man in Wulong is worthy of someone as good as Miss He.
"With so many people proposing marriage to Miss He, isn't there any one that she likes?" Mr. Lang deliberately asked a question.
The innkeeper said, "They are all ignorant guys. Don't harm the girl."
Mr. Lang added, "When I came here, I heard that there was a young man named Feng Lang who liked the He family girl very much. I heard that Feng Lang was the son of the former county magistrate. Did the He family girl not like him?"
"Don't mention it! That Feng Lang is just a playboy. He just covets the beauty and family property of the He family girl. Feng Lang has secretly made moves on the He family girl many times, but failed in the end. Everyone is afraid that the He family girl will be ruined by that bastard!" said the innkeeper indignantly.
Mr. Lang's heart skipped a beat, then he smiled and said, "Miss He is so kind, God will surely bless her."
"I hope so." The boss sighed and continued to fiddle with the abacus on the counter.
Mr. Lang retreated silently, his thoughts becoming serious.
Late at night, he went to the room to check on Mrs. Liu, and seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he closed the door and walked towards the He family with a lantern.
The street was unusually quiet. His footsteps were very light, but still audible.
Mr. Lang felt very complicated. After reuniting with Butterfly, they didn't even have a chance to have a good talk.
Little princess, little princess, do you know that I have been thinking about you for fifteen years.
Arriving outside the He family's gate, Mr. Lang looked at the high wall. The pale moonlight reflected in his eyes, revealing a sense of sadness.
Now the little princess he cared about has finally grown up, and the prince and his wife will rest in peace in heaven.
It’s just that the deceased can rest in peace, but the living cannot.
It seemed that the fate between them was played by God from the beginning. They fled south and were separated for fifteen years. Fifteen years later, he married another woman. He once said that he would never leave her, but it might never come true.
When Mr. Lang recalled Butterfly when she was five years old, he couldn't help but smile.
The little butterfly ran around in the corridor, shouting as it ran: "Mr. Lang, Mr. Lang, come and catch the butterfly. Only when you catch the butterfly can the butterfly go to school."
How could a five-year-old butterfly outrun Mr. Lang? Mr. Lang pretended not to catch the butterfly and pretended to fall. The butterfly ran over worriedly. Mr. Lang grabbed the butterfly, held her up and said, "Little princess, now that Mr. Lang has caught you, can you go to school?"
Little Butterfly blinked and said, "Okay, but Mr. Lang, you have to carry Butterfly on your back." Mr. Lang carried Butterfly on his back and walked slowly. Butterfly lay on his back, feeling very at ease.
"Mr. Lang, will you always carry Butterfly on your back like this?"
"As long as the little princess is willing, Mr. Lang can carry her on his back for the rest of her life."
"Hey, Mr. Lang, how about you wait for Butterfly? I'll marry you when Butterfly grows up!"
Mr. Lang smiled bitterly: "Little Princess, you are only five years old, do you know what it means to get married?"
Butterfly said proudly: "I know, and my mother also said that when Butterfly grows up, she will marry her to Mr. Lang."
"Your mother really taught you everything." Mr. Lang shook his head helplessly.
But he was saying in his heart at that time: "Okay, Butterfly, I will wait for you to grow up. You must grow up safely and happily."
Now, the butterfly has grown up, but things and people have changed.
Mr. Lang was filled with sorrow, but he had no one to talk to. Seeing that there was no movement from the He family, he picked up his lantern and wanted to go back.
Just then, Mr. Lang heard footsteps coming from a distance. He quickly blew out the candle in the lantern and hid aside.
The person who came was Feng Lang, and he brought a group of people with him.
"Guys, knock on the door!" He stood in front, ordering people around.
The servants rushed forward and knocked on the door vigorously.
The deafening knock on the door quickly woke up Butterfly who was soundly sleeping. A girl ran over while getting dressed and shouted, "Sister He, that Feng Lang is here again!"
Butterfly stood up, put on a coat, and said, "Tell someone to prepare two basins of cold water."
"Yes." The girl responded hurriedly.
Butterfly went out again with a lamp, followed by two maids carrying cold water.
The deafening knocking on the door never stopped. Butterfly walked over to open the door, and the servants who were knocking on the door almost fell to the ground.
"Master Feng, what do you want to do now?" Butterfly asked coldly, standing at the door.
Feng Lang saw the beautiful girl he had been thinking about come out, and he hurried to meet her. He looked up and down at her slightly translucent clothes, rubbed his hands and smiled, "Miss He, I just went to the grave of the old couple He to ask, and they agreed to let me marry you. You haven't had time to start dreaming yet, right?"
"No." Butterfly smiled.
Feng Lang's lustful heart gradually rose, staring at Butterfly's body: "Then what do you say... about this marriage..."
