Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 27:

Silence went home.

go back home.

After the tasks were divided, Gu Yimo was very busy.

Form a team and select candidates. However, in terms of design proposals, they did not choose the form of bidding. Instead, they used their connections to find foreign and domestic designers who were comparable to Qin Yan.

However, Qin Mei and Lin Xuan, who are relatively professional, have been working in the Shanghai company. They don't know what they are busy with, and they haven't contacted each other for almost a week.

When Shen Mo told her that she was going back to her hometown and was alone, she had already stayed in the company for three days and did not go home.

Shen Mo pushed open the door of Gu Yimo's office with the porridge in his hands, and glanced at the curtains that were drawn opposite. A thick fog formed outside the window, and the sun was no longer there.

She glanced at the half-closed lounge door, her amber eyes drooped slightly, and suddenly she closed them as if sighing.

Just for that one designer, that one blueprint, have you exhausted yourself to this extent? ,

Yimo, what do you want me to do?

Shen Shen put the porridge on the desk, pushed open the door of the lounge and walked in.

A slender person was curled up on the not-so-big white sheet, his face turned sideways was still delicate but tired.

The dark eyes were closed, no longer fierce, silently standing by the bed, just quietly looking at Gu Yimo's sleeping face, the amber light waves had dimmed at some point, and couldn't flow.

It was as if the core of the amber had been damaged, but it only showed the radiance of youth in the sunlight, and when the sunlight fell asleep, the teardrops that condensed the amber began to scatter.

loose.

Shen Mo walked around the bed quietly and walked to the window, glanced at the sleeping Gu Yimo, raised his hand and gently opened the curtains.Then, the amber color began to condense again, little by little, drop by drop, as if the lonely vicissitudes of the thousand years experienced gathered light in the loneliness of every minute and every second.

When the ray of light began to flow and flip, Shen Mo turned his head and hooked his thin lips that were not ruddy.

"Wake up, Yimo."

The person on the bed frowned, as if he was disturbed, he opened his eyes slowly without loosening his brows.

The sharp darkness was filled with a kind of powerlessness, Gu Yimo turned over following the sound, saw the silence in front of the window, there was a moment of stagnation in the darkness.

Those gentle eyebrows and soft smiles, ah, are my silence.

Gu Yimo stretched his brows and softened the corners of his eyes.

"Morning, Mo."

"Morning, Yimo, I bought porridge, get up and eat." Shen Mo walked to the bed, took the clothes beside him, and waited for Gu Yimo to get up.

"En." Gu Yimo knowingly pulled back the quilt, got up, put on the clothes that Shen Mo had prepared, and went into the bathroom.

Shen Mo took a look at Gu Yimo's skinny body, which seemed to be covered by fatigue, and closed his eyes without saying a word.

If there are gods in this world.

What can you save?

There are so many suffering people, so many hopeless people, and so many people who dare not move forward.

Which one can you save?

Perhaps, you just looked at and shook your head.

Shen Mo sat on the sofa in front of the desk, turned his head and looked out the window filled with fog, there was a street lamp trying to emit orange light, but in the end he could only narrow the light to his own body.

You can only protect yourself, right?

"What's the matter so early today?" Gu Yimo got out of the wash and sat on the office chair to unpack the porridge and took a sip, it was warm.

"I'll go home, time, within seven days." Shen Mo turned her head, the amber color in front of Gu Yimo was always so bright and gentle.

No matter how damaged its core is, it will never show that dilapidated state in front of her.

Are you not tired?

So tired.

"Didn't you come from home?" Gu Yimo didn't realize the "home" pointing in his silent mouth for a moment.

"Home."

"...Why so suddenly? Did something happen at home?" Gu Yimo was stunned, put down the spoon in his hand, looked at Shen Mo, and pursed his lips.

"It's nothing, my father said that the farm has been busy recently, and told me to go back and watch it for a few days."

Gu Yimo frowned, pursed her lips and looked at the silence, but found that no matter how much she stared at her amber eyes, there would always be ancient wells without waves, even if they were gentle ancient wells.

Now, this season?

"Is it going to take so long for seven days? The company is also very busy recently, you know."

"Not necessarily, it may take up to a week. I know the company is busy, but I don't have much work to do."

The office was suddenly quiet.

Inexplicably, it was like a classroom that was noisy one second, suddenly silent the next second.

Strange silence.

"Do I have to go?" After Wuming was silent for a few seconds, Gu Yimo pursed her lips and turned her head to look out the window.

"En." Shen Mo looked at Gu Yimo's sharp-edged side face, which was as white as a bright moon, but strong.

"Okay." Gu Yimo still didn't turn his head to look at Shen Mo, but stiffened his neck, and slowly spit out a good word.

It was as if the shark fin choked his throat and refused to speak.

"You pay attention to rest and eat. When I come back, I will go to your house to pack up and live in my apartment." Mo Mo stood up with lowered eyes, looking at the doorknob of the office, a little dazed.

"Well, shall we leave later?"

"Ah."

"Would you like me to take you?"

"No, you can take a rest after eating, the car I ordered is waiting downstairs."

"it is good."

The sour thing choked his throat.

"I'm leaving." Shen Mo glanced at Gu Yimo, seeing that the other party had no intention of turning his head, closed his eyes, and went out the door.

Shen Mo went downstairs, and the black jeep that had been waiting outside the gate drove up in front of him, the co-pilot's door opened from the inside, and a young man bent over and said to Shen Mo with a smile: "Sister Mo Mo, let's go, the master is waiting at home. "

"Xiao Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you." Mo Mo got into the car, glanced at the top floor of the tall building, suddenly leaned back in the chair weakly, and slightly parted her thin lips: "Let's go."

Yimo, I don't have to go, but I have to go.

Do you know that you haven't smiled at me for a few days?

Do you know that there is guard in your dark starry eyes?

You may have seen something from Qin Yan, but I am clearly by your side.

Perhaps, there is no god in this world.

If so, it's because he didn't hear my wishes.

Shen Mo opened his eyes and looked at his right hand, his fingers were slightly hooked, but they were trembling slightly.

Whose loneliness is taken away by the driving car, and whose tears are brought.

That wish is just a faint yellow street lamp in the fog.