Help each other with "silence"

Because the picture of these two beauties standing together eating and drinking is so beautiful, it is rare to see such an eye-catching picture on weekdays. The men are all bold, and they rush forward to toast and get close to each other.

And among the ladies, those who are cute about some messy things are also full of love. The YY channel is wide open, and they also go forward to borrow a toast and YY at close range.

Gu Yimo brought a few pieces of light and fragrant pastries, and he ate two pieces with Shen Mo in a good atmosphere, Shen Mo was dragged into the battle again, and this time there were too many people, Mo Mo couldn't handle it, forcing Gu Yimo to bite Gritting his teeth also joined in.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the annual meeting ended.

At this time, Gu Yimo was already half leaning on Shen Mo's body, with a soft waist like boneless, eyes that were already drunk, blurred eyes, and reddish cheeks, all of which revealed bone-destroying charm.

It's not Lin Xuan's blatant coquettishness, but the charm buried deep in the bone marrow, quietly blooming under the urging of alcohol, just like the flowers covered by deep green grass, suddenly emerge and bloom.

Shen Mo also drank a little too much, but she had strong self-control. Even if she was slightly drunk, her slightly drunk amber eyes were six points clear and four points drunk.

She supported Gu Yimo's already weakened waist with her right hand, and her left hand palmed her shoulder, letting most of her body lean against her, and helped her out of the hotel.

It was snowing lightly outside.

Mo Mo stood at the entrance of the hotel with Gu Yimo half in his arms and half in his arms to stop a taxi. Looking at his boss like this, he was not in a state of being able to drive anymore. He must have almost fallen asleep.

The snow fell on Gu Yimo's shoulders, and her delicate body trembled from the ice.

Mo Mo was stunned, looked at Gu Yimo's thin long skirt, and sighed helplessly.

She gently pushed Gu Yimo away, supported her with her right hand, took off half of the coat with her left hand, then switched to her left hand and half embraced her, and finally took it off.

The instant Bai Xue took off Shen Mo's coat, a few flakes stayed on her shoulders and hair.

As if she didn't feel anything, she still put the coat on Gu Yimo's body.

Gu Yimo's mind, which has long been unclear, sensed the residual warmth in the coat, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he grabbed a corner of the coat, and tightened it tightly.

Like a child, Mr. Gu.

"TAXI." Shen Mo stretched out his left hand, stopped a taxi, and helped Gu Yimo to sit in the back seat.

"Where are the two ladies going?" The driver is an uncle in his forties. He is not handsome, but he is not ugly. With his polite smile, the wrinkles are faintly visible, showing the age it contains.

"Excuse me, please wait a moment." Shen Mo lowered his head and looked at Gu Yimo, who was lying in his arms, his long hair reflected a shadow on Shen Mo's face under the street lights outside the car window, and those amber eyes In the darkness, quietly looking at Gu Yimo who was lying on her lap, his eyes flickered.

"Mr. Gu? Mr. Gu? Wake up, where is your home address?" Mo Mo patted Gu Yimo's arm softly, his voice was slightly low and hoarse, but it was also gentle and clear.

Gu Yimo: "..."

silence:"······"

"Go to the XX community." Shen Mo's eyes sank slightly, and he squinted at Gu Yimo's cheeks that were slightly red after drunk.

Alas, the only option is to take her home.

Her home is not far from the hotel, and it only takes more than 20 minutes to walk, but if you bring a woman who is about her height who is completely weak and sleeping, it will take more than 20 minutes. At least, she doesn't care, if her boss catches a cold, she may be in some trouble.

Shen Mo squinted his eyes, looked at Gu Yimo, and there were waves in the amber.

That's it.

"Miss, do you need help?" The uncle asked in concern when he saw a thin little girl carrying a person of about the same height on her back.

"Thank you, no need." Shen Mo closed the car door and declined with a smile.

No matter what, it is an ancient principle that men and women can't get close.

Shen Mo tightened his hands supporting Gu Yimo's body, and walked slowly but steadily in the snow, his steps were steady, without any trembling.The ground has been covered with a thin layer of snow, it seems that it has been falling for a long time.

The white and soft snow brushed over Gu Yimo's face, a little bit of her long eyelashes were touched, and after touching the body temperature, a tiny piece turned into cold water droplets, hanging on the eyelashes and hair, looking crystal clear bright.

Shen Mo carried Gu Yimo to the front of her house, she slowly put Gu Yimo down, supported her with her left hand, took out the key from Gu Yimo's coat with her right hand, and opened the door.

"Hmm." Just as Shen Mo picked her up by the waist, Gu Yimo frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Shen Mo looked at her blurry eyes that hadn't dissipated yet, still with that indifferent expression, hugged Gu Yimo forcefully with both hands and walked to the sofa, gently placed her on the sofa, and lay her down. .

"Thank you." Gu Yimo lay on the sofa, looking at her beautiful figure under the silent light, her drunken voice, somewhat hoarse, slowly rang in her ears as her red lips closed.

All the way, she just quietly looked at the silent and slightly raised side face, the sharp-edged chin, and the slightly straight bridge of the nose. This woman, every bit of her, seemed to be carved out of exquisiteness, surpassing everyone in the world. A priceless work of art.

The confusion in her eyes was less, maybe it was because she had received some snow energy just now, those eyes were already four points clear and six points blurred, much better than the very blurred ones before.

Mu Mo looked at Gu Yimo's eyes quietly, neither of them liked to talk too much, so the current room seemed quiet and quite lonely.

☆、Chapter 15

Silent Spoiler ([-])

That year was a good year.

There are two Septembers in the old calendar.

That year was the latest birthday compared to the previous ten years.

And that day happened to be "heavy snow".

I am an adult.

Mom is gone.

That night, a heavy snow fell, which is rare in our place. On the day of "heavy snow", it fell mercilessly without warning, filling the whole world, and looking up, it was all a dim snow-white.

I was wearing a big shirt with drooping shoulders, and I stood alone in front of the door, letting the heavy snow cover my sight, covering my head and shoulders.

I just stared blankly at the figure in front of me that was made faint by the falling snow.

The tall body walked forward with difficulty, but even though the heavy snow was falling, the not-so-strong woman persisted in walking without looking back.

I think she probably doesn't remember her birthday.

Or, it was precisely because I remembered that I chose to leave tonight.

She was free three years ago, she.

But Dad said, "Wait until she's an adult."

I do not understand.

Dad loves her so much, no matter how tired he is at work, he will go home to cook and do all the housework without complaint.

Dad is so kind to her, his clothes have not been changed for several years, and life is difficult, but he will give her whatever she wants, and he will do his best.

Dad works so hard, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes are getting deeper day by day, and the years are mercilessly scratching on them, he has become not like a person of that age, and has become older than him.

I don't understand why she has to leave such a good husband and responsible leader.

What's your dissatisfaction?

Husband is too ugly?Dad used to be a soldier, with a handsome appearance, a strong physique and a powerful body, even though he was old, he couldn't hide his brilliance.

The family is too poor?Dad has turned the poor situation into the current well-off appearance, and her clothes are more and more expensive.

Too tired at home?Dad is doing all the work and housework, and she is just a petty official, so why bother.

So, I have never been able to understand.

So, no matter what I think, I can't understand.

She has stopped caring about me since junior high school, and until today I am an adult, she still thinks that I am the rebellious child in junior high school who has never grown up.

There was never any attempt to come and communicate with me, to talk to me, to get to know me.

there has never been.

She always only cares about her own affairs, her own beauty, and her own enjoyment.

Fantasizing about unrealistic things, looking for someone better than Dad.

I don't understand, I really don't understand.

Isn't she father's wife?Isn't she my mother?

Why does no one understand, and never bother to understand?

--I hate her.

because--

I still love the woman who used to take good care of me and cared for me, the woman who would knit sweaters for me and sharpen pencils for me.

Therefore, there is hatred.

The snow is getting bigger.

The bean-sized snowballs drifted toward the ground without hindrance, and the wind picked up slightly, causing some of them to deviate from the original track and fall to the side or further away.

But, strangely enough, there was no sound at all.

There is nothing but the rustling of the wind and the sound of the snow being rolled by the wind.

I blinked, and the snow on my eyelashes shook off, and a little bit of it stuck to my cheeks, which was bitingly cold.

I think, maybe they are pitying me.

I stood in the snow, the snow had covered my ankles, and a little got into my shoes, it was the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Under the cover of darkness and heavy snow, the woman's figure gradually drifted away.

I watched her walk towards a Porsche at the intersection ahead. Standing beside the car was a man holding a big black umbrella. He couldn't see his face clearly, but he had a good figure and a strong physique.

Then that face must not be bad, and looking at that car, the financial resources must not be weak.

He is younger and more promising than his father, richer than his father, but not as handsome as his father.

Dad, is the most handsome in the world.

"Do you think so?" I opened the frozen corner of my mouth and murmured to the snowflakes falling on my palm. I wanted to smile, and I did it, but I thought, it must be ugly like that.

"Ding——" the big clock in the town struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, mixed with the wind and snow, it seemed thick and profound.

I watched the man embrace the woman I had replaced as my mother, put his arms around her, hold an umbrella for her, open the car door for her, wait for her to sit in the co-pilot, close the car door for her, and then walk to the other side by himself. Get in the driver's seat.

I watched the van with the bright Porsche logo drive away my birth mother with great vigor in the snow.

then,

Both they and it were gradually swallowed up by the darkness, and could never be seen again.

I moved my stiff and cold body, shook off the snow all over my body, turned around, and after a long delay, I mechanically raised my legs and walked into the door.

"Happy birthday, silence." I heard my voice hoarse from the cold coming out of my dark purple lips. The moment it came out, it was engulfed by heavy snow, and before it could spread far, my vitality was suppressed.

Like, me.

"You are an adult, be silent."

The moment I closed the door, I shed tears inexplicably. The hot tears ran across my cold cheeks, which was the heat that hurt my heart.

Yeah, you're an adult, silence.

On a night without a mother, on a snowy day, I became an adult.

☆、Chapter 16