Uncle Gu's figure trembled for a moment, and then he turned around very slowly.

In the dim light of the bamboo forest, he opened his scarred eyelids and looked at the man walking slowly in front of him.

I haven't seen him for a few years, he is no longer weak, he is no longer pale, and the sharpness of his body has become much more restrained.

He has become mature and steady, and the only thing that overlaps with his memories is his deep pupils.

Uncle Gu lifted his robe, revealing the severed palm of his left hand with the remaining two fingers.

He wiped his eyes, hoarse syllables in his throat, and waved at the man.

Qin Baiyu stepped forward on the fallen leaves of the bamboo forest, and he stood tall in front of the rickety Uncle Gu, much taller than him.

Uncle Gu reached out and patted his arm twice, pinched his strong muscles again, and nodded incessantly.

Although he couldn't say anything, his excitement was palpable.

The man stood right in front of him, letting him slap on his body.

This may be the only way Uncle Gu can show his emotions.

He squeezed Qin Baiyu's shoulder hard, and his eyes kept blinking, revealing forbearance and restraint.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Gu, I'm coming back late. ”

The man stepped forward, politely leaned over to hug him, and said apologetically.

When he left, he didn't say goodbye to Uncle Gu.

Among all the people in Parma, the person he can't face the difference the most may be Uncle Gu.

This emotion is very peculiar, and he is obviously the most inconspicuous person here.

Even his cripples and appearance often frighten many people.

However, during his illness, he had an inexplicable closeness to Uncle Gu.

It is an indescribable feeling.

Now that I have come back again, I have seen the butterfly garden, and I think back to the time when Uncle Gu shook the butterfly in front of him and comforted him, and there was a warm current in my heart.

Uncle Gu returned his hand and hugged Qin Baiyu tightly, but it was only for a second, and he hurriedly let go.

There was a rustling sound in his voice, but the man seemed to understand what he was trying to say, "My wife, you see?"

Uncle Gu nodded, his eyes revealing a little brilliance.

"You like her?"

Uncle Gu nodded again, and used his two hands to draw a humanoid curve in the air.

Qin Baiyu pursed his lips, but the corners of his mouth were dyed with a smile.

Uncle Gu is describing Xiaoqi as having a good figure.

In the bamboo forest, Uncle Gu kept gesturing with his hands, and he seemed to firmly believe that men could understand it, and he was happy to do it.

After a few minutes, he remembered something and turned back in the direction of the butterfly garden.

On the way, because the speed was too fast, his body was crooked and he almost fell.

The man stepped forward to help him, "Uncle Gu, walk slowly, don't be in a hurry." ”

He took a deep look at Qin Baiyu, then pinched his wrist with the two fingers of his left hand and walked side by side towards the butterfly garden.

This road is not long, but Uncle Gu is in a hurry.

Until he pulled the man into the butterfly garden, and then stood still in front of a small wooden house where butterflies were raised, he pointed inside and signaled to Qin Baiyu.

The man bowed slightly, and in his clear line of sight, there was a rare owl butterfly in the small wooden room.

"Hmm, hmm......"

Uncle Gu seemed to want to speak, and made a few rare single tones.

The man looked at the owl butterfly, and his calm eyes rippled.

Back then, he saw such butterflies and observed a lot.

The spots on the wings, like the eyes of an owl, caught his attention at first sight.

I heard that over the years, Uncle Gu has raised a lot of such butterflies for him.

"Uncle Gu, thank you, thank you for your hard work!"