Lin Guang is catching a butterfly.

He held up the insect net, and thousands of ginkgo leaves flew around him, like a golden dream. The sun shone through the golden leaves, and he raised his head, as if he wanted to bury his head in the whole spring light. "Da, da.

,clatter."

Stepping on the soft carpet of golden leaves, he stretched out his hand, and the butterfly quickly flew away, so he began to use a bug net to try to catch the butterfly.

"Snapped!"

There was a crisp sound, as if Lin Guang's force was too strong, one of the butterfly's wings was slapped by the edge of the insect net and torn apart.

At this time, the butterfly spoke.

【Poor insect catcher.】

【You want to capture me, but you will tear my wings apart.】

【You want to keep me, but you will only get one specimen. 】

【Let me go, let me go, give me time to escape.】

【If you can catch up with me, I will stop running away.】

....

Lin Guang felt very strange. He had never seen a talking butterfly. "Okay, you run away, I will chase you." He said.

The butterfly fluttered its wings and left.

It flew through the air, leaving a trail of blood along the way. Lin Guang followed slowly behind it, carrying the insect net.

The ginkgo tree is very lush, the wind is gentle, and the ginkgo leaves are dancing "swishing". The blood on the ground is dripping and melting into the golden carpet.

Lin Guang was walking in this half-dream state, like stepping on soft marshmallows, feeling a subtle sense of joy in his heart.

.....

[Poor insect catcher, why on earth do you want to keep me? 】

[My wings are not gorgeous, and the shape and color are not perfect. I am not outstanding compared to other butterflies. Why do you fall in love with me? 】

Lin Guang replied--

"You are the first butterfly I have ever seen that is not afraid of insect catchers." "Of course I want to keep you."

.....

【Then let’s chase, then let’s chase.】

Poor insect catcher, then come after me.】

.....

Lin Guang quickened his pace.

For a moment, he forgot who he was and his mission, and all he could see was the staggering flying butterfly, its golden wings covered with a layer of brilliant sunlight.

He didn't dare to look away. The butterfly looked too much like the flying ginkgo leaves, and it also liked to hide among the ginkgo leaves.

"But how can butterflies and leaves be the same?" he whispered.

One is alive, a small miracle under the sun. The other has reached the end of its life, fallen from the branches, and will soon turn into mud.

.....

【Come and chase, come and chase.】

[Insect catcher, use all your strength to chase me, and use your insect net to find a way to catch me.]

....

Among the flying ginkgo leaves, the butterfly shuttles between the old trees, flying above the sky-high tree like a hundred-foot tall building. Its wings open and close, reflecting the sunlight - so free and brilliant. It seems that all the beauty in the world is there.

Gathered on that butterfly shadow.

Lin Guang followed closely all the way, and the butterfly's escape space was gradually reduced by him, and more and more blood stains were shed.

....

【Poor insect catcher...】

...

"Butterfly, what did you say?" Lin Guang heard the voice.

....

[You killed so many butterflies, stripped their lives, and crushed their bodies. You are aloof and treat the butterflies as your slaves. How can you get the praise of the butterflies? 】

"I am an insect catcher, what kind of praise do I need?" Lin Guang said: "There are too many ugly and stupid butterflies in the world, and the world does not need them."

...

【Stupid insect catcher, this is where your pity lies.】

[If God only allocates 30 great men to each era, the great men of each era will produce a fixed amount of advanced technology and ideas, so that civilization can continue. If you wipe out all stupid people except the great men,

The process of human history has suddenly accelerated. Do you think you have extended human history or shortened it? 】

[Isn’t human history a kind of ecological balance? Only a certain number of great men, a certain number of ordinary people, and a certain number of sinners can form a formula for the times.]

[Great men are responsible for speeding up the pace of the times. Sinners are responsible for slowing down the pace of the times and preventing the accelerated demise of mankind. Only in this way can a civilization have a long history. 】

【What angle do you use to judge the balance between 'great men' and 'fools'? 】

.....

Lin Guang stared at the escaping butterfly in front of him.

Its words penetrated more and more into his heart, like a knife cutting out his thoughts. "I" he said softly.

....

[No butterfly will love you, and you cannot get love.] Butterfly said:

[The many butterfly specimens you made with your own hands have doomed you to sin, and you will never be able to get love in this life.]

....

"I made specimens for the butterfly itself." Linguang said, "I was just waiting for him to shoot me."

...

【Yeah?】

The butterfly made a mocking cry:

【is that so?】

....

Lin Guang was taunted by a butterfly, and he felt angry.

Holding the insect net tighter and tighter in his hand, he focused on the butterfly's position and waved it hard, and the insect net flew towards it with strong wind.

.....

【Insect Catcher——Insect Catcher——!!】

[If your intentions are good, why have you committed so many murders?] [If you remain silent, how can you get others to understand you?]

[How can you repay the evil you committed with your own hands! How can the creatures you killed with your own hands be resurrected! Your sins cannot be washed away--]

.....

"That's enough." Lin Guang roared: "I've caught you!"

His force seemed to be too strong, and the insect net made a "whooshing" sound as it broke through the air.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" The ginkgo leaves flew up as he moved. The butterfly was forced into a corner, but it still struggled. Its wings flapped violently. It was obviously so weak, but it had to fight until the last moment.

So its butterfly wings were shattered.

Blood-red flecks splashed on the side of Lin Guang's face. He saw the butterfly under the insect net, and watched as its blood flowed more and more, and he smiled.

The butterfly fell. "Huhuhu--"

There seemed to be a slight pain grazing the side of Lin Guang's face, like the sound of breaking glass, but he had no time to care. He jumped down with the butterfly.

He stretched out his hand and tried to catch the butterfly, but it fell too fast. In the blink of an eye, there was only a small golden dot in his field of vision.

....

Poor insect catcher, do you really want to do this?】

【If you don't catch me, I will really break.】

....

"Slow down - slow down!!" Lin Guang shouted, but the butterfly fell a few seconds before him and he couldn't keep up.

He landed at the bottom of the abyss and saw the shattered butterfly. It was broken into pieces. He could only walk up to it and catch it with the insect net in his hand.

"...."
To be continued...