good man story

Physical strength is restored day by day, Bella can feel it.It's like she could only walk to the door yesterday, but after a day she can walk to the door and then back, which is a good start.The teacher said that life is impossible to be perfect, and this will become a part of life. She has no way to change this result, so she can only accept it, whether to live like a bereaved dog, or to make herself happy as much as possible, it's all in one thought between.Bella chose the latter, so she tried to face everything.She persuaded herself not to complain about everything around her because of this, and tried to fill the void deep in her heart, but she found that the void could not be filled without a person named Sylvia.So she can only use her own strength to try to face all this.The process was so laborious that she was a little helpless.

Why didn't Sylvia come to her?

She can understand that she is very busy, and she also knows that Sylvia's life is very hard, and she knows that the person who looks so beautiful on the surface is actually just a tired woman.

Bella is contradictory. On the one hand, she hopes that Sylvia will not be distracted by herself, but on the other hand, she also hopes that Sylvia can appear in front of her at this moment. There is no need to do anything, just bring her peace of mind. .

Is her request too harsh for Sylvia?Bella asked herself, thinking hard, shaking her head, then nodding again.

For many days, she never talked about Sylvia.

Bella was recuperating in a chair when Erin knocked on the door and came in.She walked around the room, a little out of breath, and didn't sweat much, but that didn't mean she still had the strength to stand up.

"Feeling better?"

"... Tired..." The voice was very soft, almost weak.There is not much effort to swallow words, not even a lot of effort to squeeze out a smile, legs are soft, hands are soft.

"Don't push yourself too hard, take your time." If it doesn't matter, Irene can't give her medicine, because any kind of medicine is a kind of torture for the medicine man, and there is no cure at all, whether it is a spell or a potion.

Time can heal everything, for the medicine man, but before that, she just wants to recover quickly, without too much effort, as long as she can leave this room, as long as she can go to the next door, as long as she can It was enough for her to meet Sylvia again.

"...I eat these... will it work?"

These are the foods that Erin brought over, there are energy recovery chocolates, and snacks.

There was no words to each other, and the moment their eyes crossed, Bella understood that it didn't work.

No need for food, no need for water, she can enjoy the pleasure of food, but can no longer draw energy from them.The cold blood and limp body are the evidence.

The lost physical strength was slowly recovering, Bella tried her best to stand up, supported the chair with her hands, moved her body slowly, and let herself lean against the cold wall.

"Don't be in a hurry, it will be fine." Irene said, feeling guilty, but she couldn't say sorry after all.Bella didn't know her guilt, nor what they had done, she wasn't too enthusiastic about it, she was silent for a long time, a little hesitant but also a little eager, those overly contradictory emotions got stuck in a sentence, and became Be careful, as she asked.

"...Are you... still busy?"

Silvia.

busy.Too busy playing games, too busy drinking, too busy getting hungover.

"Yesterday was the awards ceremony of the Ministry of Magic, and there were a lot of things going on in the Bureau..." Irene couldn't continue to make up this nonsense.Sylvia went to the awards party, took the medal and left, and then she went to hangover, and she was still lying down and falling asleep in the room prepared for her.According to Harry, he dragged Sylvia back at eight o'clock in the morning who was still hanging out in the bar and drinking in the dark.She threw up several times and is still asleep.

...I read...

The newspaper was laid out on the side, and Bella didn't say that. The Sylvia in the photo was terrifyingly unfamiliar, and so cold that no one dared to approach her.

The physical strength recovered enough to squeeze out a laugh and speak a complete sentence.

"Then go get busy, I'm fine."

It's been 23 days, and it's been 23 days since she woke up.

……

It was night when Sylvia opened her eyes, and the magic clock showed 11:30, and the date was Saturday.Saturday means tomorrow is Sunday, you don't have to go to work, and you can still drink in the evening.After thinking about it, Sylvia got up from the bed, stripped herself neatly and went into the bathroom.The advanced wards are well equipped and you can take a shower.Just casually washing away the smell of alcohol on her body, Sylvia cast a cleaning spell on the clothes that hadn't been washed for many days.Magic is so good, convenient and easy.

Pushing the door and going out, I bumped into the opposite door with Irene who was about to come in. Sylvia said hello and was about to go outside, and then Irene asked.

"Why are you going? Just woke up or something?"

"Just woke up, go drink, will you go?"

"...Didn't you drink all night last night?"

"If you don't go to work tomorrow, why go if you don't drink." Sylvia asked naturally, she didn't intend to stay, she just walked forward on her own, without feeling that what she was doing was wrong.Irene made a sound, she thought what she said would make Sylvia stop, but the other party just paused, then waved her hand.

"Bella asks you, are you still busy?"

"Busy, very busy, you don't need others to teach you to lie."

Chilling makes people tremble.

"Sylvia, she is recovering now, if you are not by her side at this time, who else can be by her side?!"

The reckless steps stopped, Sylvia stopped, but she didn't turn her head, nor looked at Irene, she spoke with the most stable emotions, and gently asked a rhetorical question.

"Isn't this a good time to die?"

"you!!!"

"Stop talking, if you don't lie, just tell the truth. I'm going to drink."

……

Wine is the strongest wine, and women are the hottest women.Sylvia is not like Evan, she is not a rich man, she can't throw a lot of colorful flowers on the woman, she can only throw a lot of banknotes, and then say something, and then a bottle of brandy.

Spirits entering the throat can burn the stomach, but it can't warm the half of the cold heart.That piece of heat had long been discarded in the dark abyss. Sylvia lost that piece of heat, and she could never get it back.She enjoys the drunkenness, only then can she feel the heat on her body, only when she forgets what happened, can she dare to recall how beautiful the hot youth was.

The first acquaintance in that summer, the delicacy of that half cold pie, the childhood sweethearts in those years, the laughter and joy in those years.The lights were dim that day, the fireworks bloomed that night, that sentence I promise you, that day's tenderness, that night's fiery shyness, and that one sentence, I will wait for you.

Thousands and thousands, Sylvia couldn't count and recall.

I met you in the peaceful days and grew up quietly with you, but I couldn't hold hands with you for a lifetime. Such a regret, in addition to making up for it with the largest bottle of brandy, maybe it can also be used whisky.

I don't want much, I wish you a happy life, give up on me, you and I are in different ways, and I will never hurt you again.

Sylvia has grown up. She used to get hangovers every two or three days, but this time she was hungover for a week.She did what Evan Rozier failed to do.In Sylvia's words, a good time is for drinking.Harry drank with her for two days, and then let Severus go to sleep on the sofa. Since then, Sylvia has lost a big drinking friend in her life.She wanted to meet Evan and get hungover together, but this man only drank for a while, and then went to have a good time with the dancing lady in his arms.Sylvia couldn't say to be with him, and she couldn't find a beautiful girl to spend time with him like him. She could only silently order a row of whiskey. If the boss gave a bottle of brandy as a gift, she would order two rows .

The price of a hangover for a week is that she can't recover for three days. Sylvia is lucky that she didn't drink herself to death after drinking so much.People are honestly staying in the office, but in that state, it cannot be said to be sober.There were a lot of hangover medicines in the drawer, and Sylvia took them, but to put it in a more fashionable way, it was nothing but eggs.

Eat when you wake up, sleep when you are full, and start playing when you wake up.The game console she bought arrived, and it was placed right in the middle of the office. Sylvia bought a TV for it. Thanks to Eugenina for her selfless sponsorship, she would not have to wait until next month to buy it.In fact, Eugenina hopes that Sylvia can play games so that she doesn't have to get hangover, but it's still the same sentence.

Ran and egg.

It is still a strange thing to watch my mother in my own office.Sylvia felt this sense of disobedience, and then she didn't understand what wind brought her own mother over.

"Busy?" Doria's first words, although old, still have charm.Sylvia scratched her head, put the game controller in her hand aside and said, "It's okay, why are you here?" Saying this, she quickly sat up from the sofa. She was lying down just now, playing After a whole morning, she didn't even eat her lunch. The lunch Eugenina brought her from the restaurant was left on the table to cool down and she didn't eat it.

"Come and see you, why are you so busy." Sylvia smiled dryly, went to the water dispenser on the side and poured a glass of water for Doria.

"No, once Voldemort dies, there's nothing else to do." It's nothing more than arresting the dark wizard, and communicating with the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot. Those things are Arthur, Eugene, and Greg She just listened to the report or something.

Doria looked at her daughter, who had lost a lot of weight since the last time they met.Those children all reported the good news but not the bad news, they just answered whatever they asked, and they said they were busy if they were pressed for a question.Doria didn't know about Sylvia's alcoholism, nor did she know about her recent situation. The people in the bureau kept everything a secret, and if they asked urgently, they said it was a confidentiality agreement and couldn't talk about it.She went to Arthur's house. He was Xi Wei's friend and someone close to him. She still wanted to know something from him, but in the end Arthur didn't say anything.

It was only from Walburga that she had never been to a place separated by a corridor these days.

"Xi Wei."

"Ah, what's the matter? Is there something wrong at home?" It was the first time Doria came to her place after so many years.All she could think of was something happening at home.

Doria shook her head, her eyes turned watery, "Mom knows that your life is not easy, and she also knows that you are busy. Bella is like this now, and she needs someone by her side. If you don't do anything, at least go see her and accompany her. Accompany her to get through this period of time, let go of any busy work, or hand it over to others, this child is not easy."

It's for Bella.

"I know, I can't get away these days." The nonsense is always catchy, Sylvia herself despises herself, the TV is still on, and the game on it is still suspended.She couldn't get away from playing games, and she couldn't get out of the hangover.

"Life will always encounter ups and downs, just grit your teeth and get through it. There will always be a sunny day after the rain..."

After getting through this hurdle, what about the next one?

I barely survived this time, what about next time?

Sylvia closed her eyes to hide the tears in her eyes.She waved her hand and said with a pale face.

"Mom, stop talking, I know."

In fact, Sylvia didn't know anything.

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The author has something to say:

I really don't like Sylvia at all...