This night, although Wang Yun's little trick made Wu Junke have some ripples, it quickly disappeared.

is quietly in love, this is just a foreshadowing made by Wang Yun for the next words, but these words caused Wu Junke to make waves.

Thinking of a series of abnormal actions before the quiet, Wu Junke's heart surged.

Wu Dequan's words caused Wu Junke to hit the reef and sink the ship.

Wu Junke stood outside the door of the quiet house for nearly twenty minutes, the door in front of him was like a Pandora's box, he didn't know what would happen after it was opened.

He looked at his watch and when he looked up, he noticed the camera in the hallway. He wondered if there were security guards watching the surveillance now, would they think that he was a criminal who deliberately dressed up decently and waited for an opportunity to commit crimes.

After settling down, Wu Junke finally rang the doorbell.

Silence answered inside for a long time before opening the door.

As soon as the door opened, Wu Junke was dumbfounded. Quietly and loosely tied a ball head, a black high-necked close-fitting sweater, black home trousers underneath, and bare feet.

It's not the first time he's seen such a dress and hairstyle, but it's usually a relaxed look. But today, perhaps because of the color of her clothes, at first glance, she has lost a lot of weight. His eyes were swollen, his nose was red, and he couldn't squeeze out a smile on his face.

Walking into the house, the scene in front of him surprised Wu Junke. The sofa and coffee table in the living room have been moved to the wall. In the center of the living room, there are more than a dozen open cardboard boxes, large and small, and a large stack of unopened cardboard boxes piled aside.

"What are you ......?" Wu Junke looked at the contents of the cardboard box.

"Isn't this house going to be sold, I want to tidy up my things and bring someone to see the house after I move out. "Quietly sit on the carpet and continue to tidy things up.

Wu Junke felt quiet and anxious. "You just said you were going to sell it a few days ago, where is it going to sell so quickly, let's sort it out slowly. ”

"I'm moving over the weekend. I won't come back after I finish it early. ”

"Why don't I know you're moving?" Wu Junke's impetuous mood was also awakened.

"I'm going to find a house tomorrow, and I'll rent a mini storage for some things and put them away first. Quiet hadn't noticed Wu Junke's mood change.

"Quiet, can you stop for a moment and we'll talk. Wu Junke's expression was serious, and his voice was low.

"You say, I'll listen. "Silence didn't stop what was going on.

Wu Junke took off his coat, removed the box in front of Quiet, and sat down cross-legged opposite Quiet.

looked at Wu Junke quietly for unknown reasons.

"What I need is face-to-face talk. Wu Junke's knee has almost reached the quiet knee.

Quietly subconsciously moved back, and looked at the cardboard box that was moved aside by Wu Junke, "Say it." ”

When it was time to speak, Wu Junke's throat was knotted. He lowered his head and sorted out his thoughts.

"Why are you in such a hurry to move?" Wu Junke is not a straightforward person, or he is still struggling with himself about where to put today's scale.

Silence is also a matter of wanting to speak.

Today's Wu Junke is a little sudden.

It's quiet and it's not grass and trees, Wu Junke and her have only been separated by a layer of window paper over the years, but the layer of window paper between them should be an explosion-proof glass, transparent to see, but don't say pierced, even if AK47 is not necessarily pierced.

"I just don't want to live. ”

"Do you let it go, or do you want to start over?"

"Letting go and starting are not in conflict. Quietly speculated if Wu Junke had heard something.

Wu Junke was silent for a long time.

Quiet without saying a word.

"I had dinner with my dad and Wang Yun tonight. ”

"I guess someone sent me flowers. ”

"Well, you and FINE DAYS collaborated this time because of ......" Wu Junke omitted the latter words, he thought that Jing Jing understood what he meant, and he didn't want to say the half embarrassing words.

"Because of what, I don't understand what you mean," Jing Jing deliberately asked Wu Junke to finish that half sentence.

Wu Junke hesitated.

Wu Junke's face was embarrassed, so that Quiet still gave up making it difficult. "Not what you heard. ”

Wu Junke breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can we not talk to each other so awkwardly?

Wu Junke's smile was far-fetched. "I did think about it before I came here, but when I saw you, and with your family like this, I couldn't say anything. ”

"Why?"

"I can't put it down!" Wu Junke shook his head and sighed.

Quiet felt desolate. For Wu Junke's words, she can read them completely.

Maybe on weekdays, she would have done it, but not today.

"What do you mean by that?"

Quiet just replied to him: It's not what you heard. Let him feel that there is still room to keep the words he originally wanted to express to Quiet today.

"When you tidy up your things, you should have remembered a lot of things, your eyes are still swollen, and some people have some things that you can never wash away in your heart. ”

"Are you talking about you, or me? or both. ”

The quiet rhetorical question caught Wu Junke off guard.

"I don't hide or shirk the past. And don't put your share on me because of that. ”

Wu Junke was powerless to refute what he said quietly.

At this time, Wu Junke and Jing Jing fell into a dead end

"I'll take care of the house myself. I am very grateful for the care you have taken of me all these years. I won't run away from what I'm supposed to do, don't worry. Silence stood up from the ground.

Wu Junke lowered his head. The words of silence have the implication that he has drawn a clear line. Originally, he just wanted to put some things on hold, but he didn't expect to respond to him by quietly sentencing him out.

He lacked confidence, and his quiet words hit the nail on the head.

Yan Zihui is gone, but she lives in his dreams, every night, and never misses the appointment.

Wu Junke's coat was put on his upturned arm, and he walked to the door, "Can I not be here today?"

Quietly turned his back, tears hung on his face, and his voice did not contain a trace of crying. "Yes, I've never shown up, you're just my boss Wu Junke. ”

Wu Junke's heart felt as if someone had taken it away. He didn't even feel his heart tingle because he couldn't feel it beating.

Wu Junke never expected that silence would bring him such a feeling, and he left quietly.

Sit quietly on the ground, clasp your hands on your curled legs, bury your head in your lap and cry loudly.

She thought that if she cried to death like this, she must ask Yue Lao if she forgot to hold that red thread. Could it be that there was some curse on her marriage?

When the king abandoned her in distress. She made a mess again when she appeared again, asking for a reunion on her own, and having a one-night stand with someone there. The silence can only be attributed to her refusal to take the anchor first.

And Wu Junke, the man whose soul was taken away by his girlfriend's death!

Silence is not unconscious. For so many years, she was slowly letting go of her worries, and she was also waiting for Wu Junke to return to her soul little by little, so that it would be fair to each other, but she didn't wait.

Quiet felt as if time was teasing her. Wang Anchor and Wu Junke were all by her side, but they couldn't reach out to them.

……

Quietly avoided meeting Wu Junke, and the call was transferred to voicemail.

Wu Junke sent a WeChat message to Quiet on the grounds of work, and Quiet either there would be no response, or he would ask Lao Zhou or Wang Yun to send the documents he asked for to his office.

Wu Junke's mobile phone rang, indicating that his account had been credited. It is quiet to pay him back every month.

He had nowhere to vent his frustration, so he could only slap his phone on the table.

Kong Wen was still talking to him, and he was taken aback by his pat like this.

Kong Wen has followed Wu Dequan for decades, and watching Wu Junke grow up, it is rare to see Wu Junke behave like this.

"Junke, is this so?"

"It's nothing, I'm waiting for an important reply email, and after looking at it, it's spam again. Wu Junke made up a reason to prevaricate.

"Oh, let's move on then. Kong Wengang wanted to continue to speak, but was interrupted.

Wang Yun came: "This is last month's performance report that our manager asked me to send. Wang Yun put the folder on Wu Junke's desk.

"Why did you send it? What about your manager?" Wu Junke returned to normal.

Wang Yun smiled mischievously, "I made an appointment with someone to have lunch, and she asked me to send it, saying that if you have any questions, you can ask me." ”

Wu Junke was beaten crookedly by Wang Yun and laughed, making a little rubbing, but he couldn't have a seizure. "I know, you go get busy first, and I'll look for you if you have any questions. ”

Wang Yun went out and closed the door.

Wu Junke's face is not very good-looking.

Kong Wen also noticed.

"Junke, I may be too talkative. ”

"Are you going to say something?" Wu Junke had great respect for Kong Wen.

"Your father hopes that in the future, you brothers and sisters will not be like him and your second uncle. ”

"That can't be. ”

"You just saw Xiao Rong, and your face is not good-looking. ”

"Doesn't my face look good?" Wu Junke realized.

"How else can I lie to you?"

"My dad said that I had a tin face, either I didn't look good, or I was born with it. Wu Junke shirked.

Kong Wen didn't say any more, just smiled.

……

Wang Anchor was discharged from the hospital and rested at home for a few days to return to work.

Fu Weilian's flowers have not been broken every day, at first Lao Zhou was gossiping about the cards, but later Lao Zhou has lost its freshness.

"This Fu Weilian has sent a month's worth of flowers, and he doesn't have any real materials. Lao Zhou used Wang Anchor's office as a smoking room, and as soon as he arrived at Wang Anchor's office, he began to swallow clouds and smoke.

"What do you want?" Wang Anchor looked at the computer.

"Dinner, date"

"How do you know that people don't have dinner dates?"

"I went on a business trip for more than a week, and after I came back, I went to look for a house every day after work. ”

"Didn't you help her move, why are you still looking for a house?"

"What's moving, everything has been moved to the mini storage, and now she lives in a hotel. I don't understand, the house hasn't been sold yet, so why are you in a hurry to move. ”

Wang Anchor, who was separated from Lao Zhou by a computer screen, became more and more solemn.

"Jing Wenyuan is here. Limbaugh pushed the door in.

"Oh, okay, I'll go over here. Wang Anchor closed the computer.

"Seeing the saint go up?" Lao Zhou gestured upwards with his finger.

"Hmm. Wang Anchor tidied up his clothes.