Let’s go back to the magical snow butterfly…that’s probably the case.

The old man nodded pretending to understand.

...

The two old men no longer worry about Xue Die's identity.

Instead, I concentrate on appreciating the beauty of snow butterflies.

...

“It’s really beautiful.”

The old lady kept sighing.

"No wonder your mother was so excited to tell me about her visit to Xuedie yesterday..."

...

“It’s pretty.”

The old man nodded.

Beauty is common.

The old man felt that he had not been moved by such pure beauty for a long time.

True beauty is something that no one can refuse.

...

"Xiao Xiao."

The old man was a little awkward and careful to return the snow butterfly to his grandson.

Xuedie has also seen it.

After amazement, the old man wanted to go back to play chess.

Besides, you can't let the frog god wait for a long time.

I clearly said that I just took a break.

Who would have thought that this snow butterfly was so amazing and amazing?

When you are addicted, you will not realize the passage of time.

...

Xiao Xiao smiled and took the butterfly.

Then his fingers moved slightly.

The snow butterfly flapped its wings and rose up.

The next second, it merged with the flying snow all over the sky.

The snow butterfly disappeared.

...

The old man was stunned.

Then he shook his head with some emotion on his face.

"I'm going back to play chess."

"Old woman."

The old man turned to look at the old lady, "You're almost OK."

“It’s cold outside.”

"It's not good for your health after staying for a long time."

...

"ah?"

Suddenly, the old lady who was too immersed in admiring the snow butterfly was a little startled.

Her hand couldn't help but move.

...

The snow butterfly flies up.

...

"ah-"

The old lady screamed in a short voice.

Then he narrowed his eyes.

She found that the snow butterfly had not left.

Instead, it stopped in front of her.

As if waiting for something.

The old lady looked at Xiao Xiao.

Xiao Xiao nodded slightly to the old lady.

...

The old lady looked at the snow butterfly in front of her again.

"Little guy."

Although I know that the snow butterfly is just the snow butterfly.

Not a real creature.

But the performance of Xue Butterfly is too confusing.

Not only is it like a living creature.

It is more spiritual than ordinary creatures.

The old lady couldn't help but take Xuedie seriously.

"Go back to your companions."

"goodbye."

The old lady waved her hand slightly.

...

The old man on the side couldn't help rolling his eyes.

What?

Where can I understand Xuedie?

The old man widened his eyes.

...

Xuedie lowered her head to the old lady.

Then he turned around and flew into the sky.

A gust of wind comes.

In an instant, the snowflakes were fascinated.

When the wind stops and looks again, there are no snow butterflies except for the snowflakes.

...

The old man smashed his mouth.

A smile slowly appeared on the old lady's face.

"Oh my god~"

"What a cute little guy."

"Did you think it's, old man?"

The old lady turned her head and looked at the old man.

Old man:...

"……yes."

“Very polite.”

He actually knew how to say goodbye...

Isn’t the snow butterfly really a living creature?
To be continued...