Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 54:

"Among the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge. On the bridge are green leaves and red flowers. Under the bridge are people with flowing water. On the other end of the bridge is blue hair, and on the other end of the bridge is white hair. "

We always say that we want to be alone, to live forever together.

But we will always experience parting, we will always leave with tears, and we will always walk to the next bridge with nostalgia.

We are always used to waiting.

When I was young, I waited to grow up, when I grew up, I waited for my beloved, and when I was old, I waited to leave.

"I know you're coming, so I'll wait."

But, if it is, do I have to wait if I know you won't come?

Gu Yimo drove to the company, and looked at all kinds of people around him during the traffic jam, his eyes were full of tiredness.

She checked all the hospitals around the town, but there was no silent hospitalization record.

Before leaving, she went back and looked again, but there was still no one at home, and a lot of snow had accumulated outside the door.

Just like the accumulation of despair in her heart.

People always start to think after losing.

I always regret it before I start looking.

It's always the last to say, I can't lose you.

Clearly, there is no retention.

Gu Yimo always thought, after a long time, forget it.

However, every detail and breath in life reminds me.

No, there is no silence.

When I fold clothes, I always think that she is watching me with a gentle smile, when I drink coffee, I always think of the way she shakes my head, and when I make tea, I always think of the steps she taught me.

When resting, eating, and sleeping, every minute and every second, the emptiness inside the body reminds myself that there is no silence around me.

It's been a month, and it's been a month.

Gu Yimo goes to town every weekend, to her house.

But every time what I see is the closed door and the white accumulated after being cleaned outside the door.

She is always belatedly aware of what kind of mood and appearance she has been waiting for her silence all this time.

Gu Yimo sighed and entered the company.

On the other side of the airport, a cross-country vehicle drove out, looking at the speed, it was very eager.

There was a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat, but with a tough and handsome face, and a middle-aged woman sitting in the passenger seat, who also looked young and had a good figure.

"Ruyan, which hospital is Xiaojian in?" The man looked at the congested traffic in front of him, his handsome face was full of eagerness, he looked at his wife beside him, and asked.

"Central Hospital, don't worry, ah Qian, Xiaojian said on the phone that there is nothing serious." The woman who was called Ruyan turned her head and gave the man a comforting smile. In her dark eyes, there was a hint of worry and love.

"It's okay, what kind of car is this kid? Now it's all right, there must have been a car accident." The man let out a breath, relieved his tension, looked at the traffic starting to move in front of him, and looked helpless, "When Brother Yi was here, That kid doesn't dare to be so profligate."

"When you arrive, Ruyan, you go up first, and call your daughter by the way, and finally go back to the country." The man put the woman at the entrance of the hospital, said a few words, and drove to the parking lot. The woman looked at the man's face. Looking in a hurry, he smiled helplessly.

The woman walked to the front desk, just about to ask the ward, she accidentally saw a figure, she was stunned for a moment, when she recovered, the man had disappeared.

She shook her head, thinking she might have misread it, so she didn't think too much about it.

The woman asked the ward number, saw the man who came and said a few words before going to the ward.

When they knocked on the door and entered the ward, they saw a strange woman in the ward.

A beautiful woman with a weak and pale complexion, but she couldn't stop her delicate and elegant temperament.

When the woman saw the two coming in, she turned around and looked at each other politely to say hello, but both of them froze in place.

Those eyes had a familiar aura.

The middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed looked at the appearance of the two, and smiled in anticipation. He didn't look like a middle-aged man, but there was nostalgia on his young and tough face.

"Are you two just standing at the door in a daze when you see a patient?" Chen Jian smiled and shouted softly, waking up the two people who were stunned.

"Xiao Jianzi, this is your attitude towards your senior brother. Anyway, I used to be your boss." The man raised his eyebrows, led the woman into the room, and joked with a smile.

"This is?" He couldn't let go of those eyes, looking at the woman, there was a wave of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Silence, the patient on the other side hahaha." Chen Jian smiled and said, "Don't stare at him, even though your eyes are very similar. I haven't got out of bed these days, and my body is falling apart. .”

"By the way, where's your girl?" Mo Mo looked at the woman sitting opposite, and frowned at that face.

"I called and will come later. She should be at work now." The man smiled, thinking about his daughter whom he hadn't seen for two years, he was also a little excited.

"I'll go back to my room first. Uncle Jian, let's have a good rest." Mo Mo always felt that something in her heart was disturbing her, so she said goodbye politely and prepared to go back to her ward.

"Hello?" The woman's cell phone rang suddenly, she smiled apologetically, and answered the phone.

"Mom, which ward are you in?"

The voice from the phone coincided with the voice from the other side of the corridor.

There is fatigue and intimacy in the coldness.

Yes, the voice that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Shen Mo opened the door, and when he heard the voice, he just froze in place, his pale face was in a daze without defense.

The Buddha said that the fate of life and death.

Everything arises and dies due to conditions.

And there will always be another beginning, another predestined life.

There are chances and coincidences in everything, but the result is like fate.