Chapter 65 Good luck tricks people

One day seven or eight years ago, a thinking friend and I were walking in the fields of Lantau Island, discussing the issue of fate. As we walked, we came to a small bridge. Under the shade of trees, the stream flowed on the bridge bottom flow. The friend's attention is drawn to another creature. He sighed: That butterfly is so beautiful! I followed his gaze and saw a big butterfly resting leisurely on a stone slightly protruding from the water surface in the stream under the bridge, but because the wings were closed, I couldn't see the beautiful patterns on its wings. I said: Is it really that beautiful?

The friend nodded affirmatively. Curious, I randomly picked up a grain of coarse sand on the ground and threw it at the butterfly more than ten feet away under the bridge. The coarse sand drew an arc in the air and fell towards the butterfly. We couldn't believe it, the coarse sand hit the butterfly's head, and the beautiful butterfly fell into the water tragically, and rushed down with the current. For a moment we were speechless and looked at each other. If I were to deliberately throw a butterfly, I might not be able to hit a small target at such a distance a hundred or a thousand times with a grain of coarse sand that is difficult to pinpoint. Even if I hit its wings, it would only be injured, but Good luck tricks people, but the butterfly died because of its beauty and my curiosity.