Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 51:

Silent collapsed when he got home around [-]:[-] that morning.

After the cold illness relapsed that day, she was busy with the lawsuit, and she didn't boil the medicine that Shen's father left her, so it dragged on for a month.

Fatigue and disease are always irresistible to even the healthiest people.

What's more, she is not in good health.

And now, she's been in bed for a week.

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling and the turned off lights, and slowly got up as if she suddenly remembered something.

Father Shen came in with the medicine and saw the silence of waking up, his brows and eyes were tired and distressed.

"Girl, I've taken the medicine." Father Shen narrowed his eyes, calmed down those emotions, and walked to the bed with a smile.

"How long have I been asleep?" Shen Mo took the medicine, and calmly drank the bowl of thick black poisonous traditional Chinese medicine as if he had eaten three meals a day, handed over the empty bowl, leaned on the bed and looked at Father Shen and asked .

"It's been on and off for a week, what's the matter?" I'm already used to my daughter's routine when the cold disease strikes, but it's strange that she would suddenly ask about the time.

"Nothing." Shen Mo closed his eyes and lay down again. Father Shen saw that she was tired again, so he took the empty bowl and walked out. He seemed to think of something when he closed the door, stopped his hands, and said: "Girl , don’t think about anything else, we’ll be fine.”

Those vicissitudes of amber, with guilt and remorse, he looked at those dim eyes and raised his eyebrows.

Don't think about her anymore, just us father and daughter, fine.

Dad just wants you to be well.

"Okay." Shen Mo twitched the corners of his mouth in a comforting arc, then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Father Shen returned a smile, then closed the door and went downstairs.

The amber that opened again after leaving the door, against the background of the snowflakes, is a mocking wave.

That thing should be in her hands.

That's it.

Thinking of this, she finally couldn't bear the tiredness under the cold, closed the dim amber, and fell asleep.

And Gu Yimo, who seemed to have returned to his normal pace after that day, was sitting in the office today, no matter who came in to look at him, he always looked indifferent as usual.

But just in a daze.

The mobile phone on the table suddenly rang like thunder, waking her who was stunned. She gathered herself together, looked at the strange number on the lighted mobile phone screen, and frowned.

"Hello, how are you?" Gu Yimo answered the phone with a hint of coldness of being awakened.

"Hello, is this Miss Gu Yimo?" It was a standard respectful tone.

"Yes." Gu Yimo took advantage of the phone call and picked up the documents on the side and flipped through them, looking careless.

"Hello, I'm from xx airlines. A friend of yours has deposited an item here and said that if you don't come to inquire within a week, I will call you to pick it up."

"Friend? What is it?" Gu Yimo paused for approving the document, put down the pen in his hand, leaned back in the chair, and frowned.

"The name she left behind only has the word 'Mo', so things don't know."

"I'll pick it up right away." Gu Yimo stood up abruptly, took the car keys at the side, and walked out.

"She put it with you a week ago?" Gu Yimo put on his coat as he walked, holding his mobile phone between his hands, his black eyes were full of waves.

Wasn't it when she left a week ago?

"Yes, the lady said, if I come to inquire within a week, I will hand it over to you directly, and if I don't come within a week, I will notify you."

"Okay, I'll come right over. May I ask which service desk is it?" Gu Yimo ignored the secretary's startled expression, put on a bluetooth headset, got out of the parking lot, and got into the car.

"xx service area."

"OK, thanks."

"Should be."

Gu Yimo hung up the phone, looking at the road congested by the heavy snow, she hummed the horn rather annoyed, but the long dragon didn't move forward because of the sound of her horn, and she suddenly lost all the strength in her body , leaning on the back of the chair and looking at the white that was constantly being swept away by the snow brush, he pinched his brows.

What is it?

Why do you want to give it back to me a week later?

Is she waiting for me in this way again?

The road was cleared, and Gu Yimo looked ahead, always Ling Ran's eyebrows suddenly lost their momentum, leaving only sadness.

Why, you always do these things without saying a word, which I can't know?

Why, you always, say nothing, wait and wait and leave?

Why, you always, leave me only guilt and timidity?

Gu Yimo rushed to the service desk, found the receptionist who called her, looked at her back as she went to pick up her things, and suddenly became timid.

She didn't know what she had left for herself.

She might have guessed what it was.

"Heh." Gu Yimo looked at the familiar box handed to her by the front desk, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Sure enough, is this it?

Did you really, just decide to end it?

Gu Yimo took that, like a girl in first love, with timidity and joyful anticipation, gave the gift to that person, and smiled mockingly.

Out of force, mocking, smiling.

She sat on the chair beside her, put the box on her lap, bent her back, looked at the well-preserved package, and frowned unbearably.

You are always telling me your cherishment and your determination in all silent ways.

She raised her hand, but couldn't stop the visible trembling.

Opening the box, inside was the only gift she put on for her on the night we were officially together, and was given to her.

Even after wearing it on her hand for a year, the watch still looks the same as it was given to her that year.

The brilliance is still there.

She cherishes it.

Gu Yimo bent down, as if hugging it, but also didn't seem to be hugging anything.

Just so, crooked.

She knows it all.

I know that I am too hesitant, I know that I am too suspicious, I know, I am wrong.

The watch was about to slip off suddenly, Gu Yimo grasped it in a startled state, the box fell to the ground with a muffled sound, and a white corner was exposed at the bottom.

Gu Yimo picked up the box, saw the white corner, she was stunned, pinched the corner, and pulled out a note.

She pinched the note, looked at it for a while, and then slowly opened it.

Yes, that familiar gentle handwriting.

"Yimo: You don't need to think about it, you are wrong."

"You're not wrong, and neither am I, we're just getting by."

"missed."

"Maybe God judged that you and I have no destiny."

"Actually, it's not true. You and I really don't have the same temperament. It's fine to separate."

"Find someone who can lead you forward."

"Goodbye. Nice to meet you."

Whose, tears.

In the spread of breath.

Whose, cry.

climbing the soul.

Whose, despair.

Submerged physically and mentally.

Who is speaking, the words of meeting and parting.

--Nice to meet you.