Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 20:

love is.

Some kind of reverence.

You want to stay with that person all the time, you want to be unreserved and honest with that person, and you want to live the rest of your life even if your head is covered with frost.

This is an impulse that you want to hold hands with the other party regardless of their wealth, wealth, ugliness or beauty, or whether they are sick or not.

But after holding hands impulsively, in that step by step, there will always be some things that gradually fade away, some things will always be messy, and some things will always be unpredictable.

So, there will be quarrels, there will be sorrow, and there will be injuries.

Who knows, then, with frost and snow all over your head, and your lips curled up to guess, this is also the feeling of white head?

Mo Mo stood in front of the study window, looking at the frost and snow falling on the branches outside the window, but her amber eyes were expressionless, as if what she was looking at was not the white snow all over the ground, but some void, unknown place.

There was no guest room at home, only a study room with a small bed. She tidied up the bed and spread the quilt, but she didn't want to fall asleep anyway, so she got up and looked outside in a daze.

The light from the incandescent lamp in the room hit the straight back, casting a broken shadow all over the place.

She never thought that things would turn out like this.

This is irreversible.

She was afraid, always afraid, that she would lose her heart.

She waited more than 20 years for her heart in her chest.

She knelt in front of the broken flag, knelt for several years, even if the old man stretched out his hand, she couldn't stand up.

This is sin, this is cowardice, this is unbearable.

She knew it all, and she understood it all, but she couldn't do it.

The world thought that she was strong and indifferent, and that she was relaxed and indifferent.

Little did they know that even gods would make mistakes, frown and shed tears.

Gu Yimo sat on the head of the bed, looking at the closed door with a dazed expression.

She didn't know why she was like this.

It will be like this, to force silence.

The cleanliness of the past was gone, only the long hair covering her cheeks when she bowed her head remained. She looked at the palms that had gradually warmed up, but she couldn't get rid of the familiar coldness between her fingers, and couldn't shake her mind. The eyes when silence left.

Is so helpless, is so sad.

She hurt her.

After waking up from the alcohol, the abdominal cavity was empty.

Gu Yimo suddenly remembered that in those days, when she was sitting and processing documents, facing the warm sun, when she said to Shen Mo, "Mo, I'm hungry", the other party's warm eyes, the other party's warm smile, and the soft voice "good".

No matter what Gu Yimo wants or what he wants to do, Silence always says "yes" with warm eyebrows.

I want to grow old hand in hand with her.

I want to grow old with her.

I want to walk with her hand in hand.

I don't want to lose her.

Gu Yimo suddenly lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and went straight to the study.Barefoot, step by step, eager but hesitant.

"Crack." She unscrewed the door, turned her head when she heard the voice, and saw Gu Yimo standing outside the door, looking at her faintly downcast eyes, and seeing her white instep without shoes, she was stunned.

"What's the matter, Yimo?" Shen Mo put away all the emotions in his eyes, went to the cabinet next to the bed and took out a pair of cotton slippers, walked to Gu Yimo, put the shoes at her feet, and asked softly: "What's the matter?" No shoes."

Gu Yimo quietly watched Shen Shen take out the shoes and put them at his feet, and when she heard her say to herself "Why don't you wear shoes" in her usual doting voice, her heart ached, but she was a little out of breath.

She treats her like this, what can I ask for in this life.

She hurt her so much.

Gu Yimo obediently put on her shoes, raised her head and looked at Shen Mo.Amber in the darkness is hiding sadness, hiding the darkness, but after all, the strong and suffocating sorrow cannot be dissipated.

"Mo." Gu Yimo stretched out his hand to hug Shen Mo in front of him, buried his head in the other's neck, smelled the familiar faint fragrance of her body, and calmed down.

"I was drunk just now, I'm sorry." Gu Yimo remembered Shen Mo's drooping eyebrows and hugged him even tighter.

"I won't ask, okay? Let's have a good life, okay? You can tell me when you want to talk?" Mo Mo listened to Gu Yimo's soft words in his ears, and there was an irrepressible crystal in the whisper.

"Forgive me, okay?" Gu Yimo turned her head, her red lips pressed against Shen Mo's ear, her sobs choked.

"Yimo...you are right." Mo Mo raised his hands, and gently embraced Gu Yimo, his palms gently caressed Gu Yimo's slender back, his brows and eyes drooped weakly, staring forward, unable to speak.

What can she say.

"Forgive me, okay?" Gu Yimo didn't listen to Shen Mo's sigh, but kissed Mo Mo's earlobe tremblingly, kissed her chin, and repeated these words stubbornly.

Feeling Gu Yimo's carefulness in silence, he felt sour.

Why, why, why did they get to this point.

"Okay..." With a trembling voice, Shen Mo turned his head and kissed Gu Yimo's trembling lips.

The cold lips approached each other tenderly and piously, and the warm tongue pried open the trembling lips and teeth, inviting the other party to dance together.

"Whatever you say...it's fine." Mo Mo gently kissed Gu Yimo's earlobe, and whispered in the other's ear, as if to comfort him.

"What Yimo says, Mo will say yes. Let's go on." Shen Mo raised his hand and gently stroked Gu Yimo's head, letting her lean on his shoulder without looking at her.

She knew what Yimo was trying to force back, and if she didn't want to see it for herself, then she wouldn't.

"Okay..." Gu Yimo buried her head on Shen Mo's slightly thin shoulders, her voice was still trembling, but gradually stabilized.

Outside the window, heavy snow was flying, falling on the eaves, and covered with frost.

The hair buns of the two people hugging and closing their eyes in the room are reflected on the window, which is covered with ice and snow on the window.

The head is covered with frost and snow, and the head is also white.

What do you want in this life to get one person like this.

In this life, what do you want.