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

In the dim light of the bamboo forest, he opened his scarred eyelid and looked at the man walking slowly ahead.

After a few years' absence, he was no longer weak, no longer pale, and his spirit became more restrained.

He became mature and steady. The only thing that overlaps with his memory is his deep pupils.

Uncle Gu raised his sleeve robe, revealing the broken palm of his left hand with two fingers.

He wiped his eyes, his throat was hoarse, and he waved to the man.

Qin Baiyu stepped on the fallen leaves in the bamboo forest, standing tall and straight in front of the rickety uncle Gu, much higher than him.

Uncle Gu stretched out his hand and patted him twice on his arm. He pinched his strong muscles and nodded.

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

The man stood in front of him and let him slap on himself.

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

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

"Sorry, uncle Gu, I'm late."

The man stepped forward, politely bent over and hugged him, and apologized.

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

Among all the people in Palma, the one who can't face the difference is probably uncle Gu.

This kind of emotion is very strange, he is the most humble person here.

Even his deformity and appearance often frighten many people.

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

It's a feeling that's hard to say.

Now when I come back again, I see the butterfly garden. I think back to the old days when Uncle Gu was shaking and comforting in front of him with butterflies. There was a warm current in my heart.

Uncle Gu hugged Qin Baiyu tightly, but it was only a second before he let go.

His voice has been rustling, but the man seems to understand what he wants to express, "my wife, do you see it?"

Uncle Gu nodded, with a little look in his eyes.

"You like her?"

Uncle Gu nodded again and drew a human shape curve in the air with two hands.

Qin Puyu pursed her lips, but the corners of her mouth were stained with a smile.

Uncle Gu is describing Xiao Qi as having a good figure.

In the bamboo grove, uncle Gu constantly uses his hands. He seems to believe that men can understand and enjoy it.

A few minutes later, he remembered one thing and turned back to the butterfly garden.

On the way, because he was too fast, his body tilted and nearly fell.

The man came forward to support him, "Uncle Gu, walk slowly, not in a hurry."

He took a deep look at Qin Baiyu. Then he held his wrist with two fingers of his left hand and walked to the butterfly garden side by side.

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

Until he led the man into the butterfly garden, and then stood in front of a small wooden house where butterflies were kept. He pointed to the inside and motioned to Qin Baiyu.

The man bowed slightly. In the clear sight, there was a rare owl butterfly in the small wooden house.

"Well, well..."

Uncle Gu seemed to want to speak. He made a few single tones.

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

At that time, he only observed a lot when he saw such butterflies.

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

I heard that uncle Gu raised many such butterflies for him these years.

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