Help each other with "silence"

Chapter 68

Chapter 28:

The car was driving slowly in the fog, and everything passing by was unclear.

Maybe it's a car with lights on, maybe it's a pedestrian wearing a mask, maybe it's a young man riding a battery scooter to work...

Or maybe, in fact, there is nothing on the road.

There is only silence, a moving car, walking alone.

Silence kept looking down at his right hand.

The slender fingers are stretched out, bringing out the veins.

Can this hand still hold that pen?

Can the hand pierced by the section of the flag still hold something?

Do you believe there are gods in this world?

Standing high in the sky, stepping on the soft white clouds, watching the people on the land struggling and climbing in the vortex called "life".

Then listen to their helpless or devout prayers.

Turn a blind eye.

Silence had been prayed.

Leave your old life and career behind and start a new journey.

She once helplessly dropped the broken pen in her hand, looked at the collapsed flag in front of her, and asked for help.

She said, forget it.

let it go.

leave.

However, the whirlpool of life went round and round, and brought her back to that place.

The collapsed flag has not been erected, the broken hills are still unmanned, and the blood on the ground has not yet dried up.

She stood there, looking at her hands, the wind lifted her long hair, but couldn't lift her heart.

Yimo, as I said before, I will try my best to give you whatever you want.

"Here we are, Sister Mo Mo, hurry up and board the plane." Xiao Yang handed the car to a man waiting at the gate of the airport, as if borrowing a car from a friend to pick up Mo Mo.

"Yes." Mo Mo watched Xiao Yang walk into the airport with his luggage, looked back at the foggy distance, closed his eyes, and followed in.

Yimo must be angry.

leaving so suddenly.

The plane was delayed due to thick fog, and I sat silently in the terminal hall, not saying a word.

Xiao Yang moved his body a little uncomfortably, and suddenly remembered something and opened his mouth: "By the way, Sister Mo Mo, the master said that there is a foreign girl called visiting you."

"? That's my friend, when did she arrive?"

"Yesterday, master picked her up at the airport."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Eh..." Xiao Yang didn't expect Shen Mo to ask this question, and he was a little puzzled for a while, how could he know why someone he didn't know came back to you.

"Well, I'm sorry, I'll just ask her when I get back." Mo Mo looked at Xiao Yang's embarrassed appearance, and then realized that she was a little rude.

It was the backpacker she met while traveling. It was not a very close relationship, but they understood each other's silence. They were rare confidants, but they rarely contacted each other on weekdays, but they would never forget each other.

It's just that neither of them is the type to complain to others, they only sense each other's commitment, and then silently pat each other on the shoulder.

It's not too strange to visit suddenly, after all, there is a "conviction record", of course, this is a later story.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the afternoon that they could take off. Listening to the roar of the plane's start-up, Shen Mo closed those amber eyes, the amber that had lost its essence.

Gu Yimo stood by the window of the office all morning.

She is angry and helpless.

Angry and silent, he suddenly decided to leave, but he was too persistent and stubborn.

She knew that silence had nothing to do with Qin Yan, she just didn't like that Qin Yan's eyes and Tu Yu's provocation.

Gu Yimo was originally a king who plundered land and took risks all the way to secure the position of president.How can he endure the provocations of others with peace of mind.

It's just that she was alone before.

And now, she has silence.

People are thinking about their own stubbornness and so-called principles, but they always ignore the eyes of people around them.

They will always do something self-righteous, then self-righteously think it is right, and finally self-righteously hurt.

It's not arrogance, it's just clumsiness.

The clumsy cannot love, cannot protect love.