Wealthy flash marriage: Mysterious husband doesn’t meet

Jiang Mo went to her own home next door in the afternoon.

She has always been afraid of this yard, so she didn't come here in the past few days.

If Gu Jichen hadn't asked to come over and take a look, she wouldn't have opened the lock.

The yard that had been uninhabited for a long time was still neat and clean, even without snow.Because Grandma Zhou will come here to clean every few days. After it snowed, Grandma Zhou first swept the snow here before going back to sweep her own.

Entering the main hall, she was hit by a cold air that had not been around for a long time. Jiang Mo immediately took two steps back and Gu Jichen hugged her.

He put one hand around her shoulders and held her hand tightly with the other, saying, "Don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

The heat was transferred from the palm of his hand to her body, dissipating some of the coldness.

The room was too quiet, and there was a faint echo when the two of them walked.

"This is the living room. When I was young, there would be more furniture than now. Later, I stopped living here and got rid of some of the furniture." Jiang Mo said.

"This is the piano room. My mother will play the piano here." Jiang Mo pointed to a door nearby and asked, "Do you want to go in and take a look?"

"Let's take a while."

"Then let's go upstairs."

There are three bedrooms upstairs, and the bathroom is next to the stairs. When Jiang Mo passed by here, her steps obviously slowed down, and even her breathing became lighter.

Although her hand had been held by Gu Jichen, the fear that spread all over her limbs spread from the inside out and was somewhat beyond her control, causing her to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

She swallowed her throat and said with difficulty: "This is the bathroom, it's..."

"I know, no need to say anything." Gu Jichen interrupted her.

He squeezed her hand harder: "Don't be afraid."

He led her quickly past the bathroom and to her bedroom at the end of the corridor.

Her bedroom is very large and spacious. From the few furniture and ornaments, you can still clearly feel the obvious girlish style.

Gu Jichen remembered that Jiang Mo said more than once that her mother was very good. Her mother loved her and loved her very much, so she had always been well taken care of.Whatever she wants, her mother will give it to her.Whatever she wants to do, her mother will support her.

When she was a child, her mother liked to dress her up beautifully and buy her all kinds of clothes and jewelry. She told her that beauty is also one of the compulsory courses in life.

Once in elementary school, the teacher asked her to write a composition called "My Dad." She didn't know how to write it, so she wrote "My Mom." The teacher gave her composition a big Big zero.She ran back crying with the composition book in hand and told her mother about it.

Her mother carried her to the piano bench and comforted her and said: "My daughter is doing the right thing. Don't force yourself to do things you don't want to do or can't do. There is nothing you must do."

After reading her composition, her mother smiled very beautifully: "Baby, the writing is very good. It turns out that mother is so good to the baby. Mom is very happy. The baby does not need a father, and the mother can take good care of the baby. Baby Do you believe it?"

Mom does what she says, and she really believes it, because it really doesn't matter if she doesn't have a dad. She lives a much happier life than many children in the class who have dads.

Standing in this position, many memories of my childhood flooded my face like a flood, which I couldn't contain.

Jiang Mo looked around at the objects in the room. With each item, she could think of something related to her mother.

Her mother helped her organize her wardrobe, help her take apart the long-eared rabbit, clean it and sew it up, help her put on the white plush sheets she wanted, and help her organize the girly magazines she secretly bought and put them on the bookshelf according to the release date. Go on, help her change her diary to a more delicate lock that is harder to open, and help her light lavender essential oil on the bedside table...

In every corner, there is mother's shadow.

Jiang Mo stood by the bed and looked into the yard. It seemed that she could see her mother watering the flowers in the yard, hanging clothes to dry on the rope, or spreading a mat to practice yoga...

Her mother, who was such a good mother, who loved her so much, finally left her.

Jiang Mo's eyes were astringent, and tears finally came out.

After her mother was gone, she rarely came back here, because the longing was really uncontrollable, and the longing was like a blade, as if it was going to kill her.

She was sorry for her mother. If she hadn't done something wrong, if she hadn't let her down, her mother would be fine now.

She still practices the piano every day, asks her every day what she wants to eat the next day, takes good care of her Phalaenopsis, and often goes next door to chat with Grandma Zhou.

The neighbors all praised her, saying that Teacher Xu was gentle, beautiful, kind-hearted, educated and well-educated, and that the daughter she raised was such an excellent one.

No, no, she is not excellent at all. How could an excellent person kill his mother?

Jiang Mo stood in front of the window, crying uncontrollably.

Gu Jichen gently put his arm around her shoulders, turned her around, and hugged her.

Jiang Mo grabbed his shirt and sobbed sadly.

Gu Jichen knew that coming here would make her sad, but she still had to come, she had to come.

This small courtyard, which contained countless joys and happiness in her childhood, became her nightmare, trapping her for a time, making her struggle and suffocate, but she could not escape.

When he walks in, she will feel safe temporarily, but this is not a long-term solution after all.

The best way is to let her go.

She must cross this hurdle and overcome this inner demon before she can have a future.

Everything she is enduring now is caused by this inner demon.So she gets sick, fails to film, and tries to commit suicide again and again.

Can't go on like this.

She cried and started murmuring and blaming herself again.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"I hurt you."

"It's my fault. It's me who should die, not you."

"I really didn't act as a mistress, please don't be disappointed in me, okay? I didn't like that man, I really didn't interfere in other people's families..."

She was crying and talking, as if the person in front of her now was not Gu Jichen but Xu Tan. She was a sinner and could only blame herself and repent constantly - just like countless days and nights in the past few years.

Gu Jichen didn't interrupt her or stop her. She said, and he listened quietly.

Negative emotions cannot be suppressed, they must be poured out.

She talked and cried for a long time, and in the end she was in a trance.

Gu Jichen took her back to grandma's house.

She got up too early today, and Gu Jichen saw that she was a little tired, so he asked her to sleep for a while.

After she fell asleep, Gu Jichen went back to the next door again.

He holds a set of keys in his hand, which he got from his grandma, and can open every room here.

He wanted to search and see if he could find anything.

He felt that since Xu Tan loved her daughter so much, she shouldn't leave her nothing.

So he went to the study, the piano room, and Xu Tan's bedroom.

Xu Tan's bedroom was completely white, because everything was covered with white cloth and there was a thick layer of dust on it.

Grandma said that she had not cleaned this room because Jiang Mo said that it did not need to be cleaned.

Gu Jichen was the first person to truly enter this room after Xu Tan's death.

Because besides covering the room with white cloth in a panic, Jiang Mo never stayed here again.

Gu Jichen raised the white cloth in the room, stirring up dust all over the room.

Silently he opened every cabinet and drawer in this ordinary room.

Really found it.

A letter was buried under the pillow.

Jiang Mo would have found it long ago if she had just looked around, but she didn't.

So the letter fell silent for many years.