The two of us were silent, and the silence was like the repression before death, and I sat there almost breathless.

Han Mo was smoking, and he didn't look at me.

The heat in my eyes made me uncomfortable, I looked up at Han Mo, and finally walked back to the bed with my legs up.

It's just that I can't sleep anymore.

It's good.

These two words were like a magic spell, constantly swirling in my mind. I closed my eyes, but my eyes were still hot, obviously my hands and feet were cold, but my eyes were hot.

At dawn, Han Mo finally moved, got up and went into the bathroom to wash, and glanced at me when he came out: "Go back or school?"

I knew that Han Mo was going to let me go back.

This is my own choice, even now I can't even say a word "no", but there is no way, I have to go down on my knees on the path I have chosen.

I was not open with him in the first place, and even I was afraid that I would be condemned by others.

I pursed my lips and said as I got dressed, "Go back, I'll wash up."

He nodded, but didn't speak.

As the door closed, I raised my hand to press my eyes, and pressed the waves inside until everything was pressed down, and I turned to the sink to wash.

When I walked out, Han Mo was smoking, the balcony door was not closed, and the wind blew in, making me shiver a little. He just stood there, not moving, not dressing much, but he didn't feel cold.

I stood behind him, my freshly groomed hair was blown messy, and the place where my scarf was enclosed was still as cold as ice, and the wind poured in as if someone had poured ice slag.

But I still don't want to open my mouth to call him, I don't know why, I just don't want to.

He moved, and I thought he was going to turn back, but he just shook off half of the ash from the cigarette in his hand, and then raised his hand to take a puff.

Han Mo turned his back to me, I couldn't see his expression, I could only see the smoke he spit out, a white expanse, but soon, it was blown away by the strong wind.

"Han Mo."

I stopped him before he could turn around.

He threw the cigarette in his hand, a dozen floors, and just raised his hand and threw the cigarette out, no matter how disgusting and rude it was to hit someone's head.

But Han Mo is like this, he has always been like this.

How could he possibly think about other people's feelings, he would never only think about his own feelings.

"I'm all right."

He glanced at me, turned and walked in, reaching for my hand.

I clasped the chain of my bag and struggled as his hand came up.

Han Mo looked up at me and frowned, I didn't move anymore, he finally didn't continue to frown, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Go have breakfast first."

I nodded, without any objections.

In fact, there can't be any objections, anyway, Han Mo won't listen to what I say.

That's it, it's rare for two people to be so quiet, don't quarrel again, I couldn't sleep well all night last night, my spirit is very bad.

I found that there was basically no communication between me and Han Mo except that everyone wanted to hurt each other like hedgehogs.

It's like now, the two of us don't quarrel, we sit in the breakfast shop, but neither of us speaks, we eat our own.

It's a strange way to get along, but there's nothing I can do, I don't know him, and he doesn't know me.

The breakfast in the hotel was delicious, but I didn't have much appetite and couldn't eat a little millet porridge and a small cake.

Han Mo was different, he ate a lot, his eyes fell on the food in front of me, and he was a little disdainful: "You eat so little, are you sure you won't faint later?"

He always spoke like this, as if I owed him tens of millions, and always wanted to throw me a knife.

In public, I gritted my teeth and didn't quarrel with him, but just made a perfunctory excuse: "I can't eat much for breakfast."

"Heh, you didn't eat much for supper."

“……”

I lowered my head and drank the porridge seriously, and did not speak again.

"Hey, have you heard? Early this morning, the Han family—"

"Fu Yao."

I had finished eating, holding a spoon and was bored, when suddenly I heard the people at the next table discussing the affairs of the Han family.

Han Mo suddenly called me, I was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, he quickly finished eating the powder in his hand, and then took the coat hanging behind the chair to his hand: "Let's go."

I thought he would have to finish the dumplings, but I didn't expect him to stop eating them, so he told me to leave.

I couldn't react a little, but Han Mo had already gotten up, and he stood two or three meters away and looked back at me: "Don't leave yet?"

I glanced at the untouched dumplings and wanted to ask him why he suddenly stopped eating them, but my eyes fell on his face, and I finally swallowed the words, then picked up my coat and put it on, and raised my legs to follow him.

When I walked up to him, I glanced at him sideways, and he had a cold face, just fine, and inexplicably quenched ice.

I didn't know why, so I could only purse my lips and follow him silently.

It's been silent all the way again, probably because I'm used to it, and I'm not so uncomfortable.

I think I'm broken jars.

Anyway, it's like this, and I can't do anything about it.

During the rush hour at work, there are a lot of cars, and Han Mo has always been anxious, but this time he barely honked the horn, and every time he was blocked, he was blocked like this.

He didn't look at me, he just looked at the front and didn't know what to think, he touched the cigarette in his hand and wanted to smoke, but then he still didn't smoke.

After more than half an hour, it was already past nine o'clock when he sent me downstairs.

No matter what the relationship is, others will always say something when they get out of the car.

But I found that I didn't know what to say to Han Mo at all, I seemed to have acquiesced to this, I appeared when he needed me, and I automatically dodged away when he didn't need me.

It's really uncomfortable.

"I'm going back."

I unbuckled my seatbelt, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

Han Mo also wanted to snort, probably telling me that he heard it, but he didn't say anything.

Sometimes I think I'm quite similar to Han Mo to a certain extent, everyone is the kind of person who wants to die to save face and suffer crimes.

I couldn't pull my face down and hold his arm like any other woman and whisper softly, even though I did it no different than those women.

He wouldn't put down his face to be kind to me, neither of us was very good at pleasing each other, and the only time I could please each other was probably when I was in that bed.

As soon as I got out of the car, I was blown by the wind.

It really responded to what Han Mo said just now: You eat so little, are you sure you won't faint later?

I didn't faint, but I felt pretty much better.

After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard Han Mo call me, "Fu Yao."

He got out of the car, his black coat half blown up by the wind, and his face was particularly contoured.

I stood there and turned to watch him walk by, until he stopped in front of me, and I said, "What else?"

"Did you have a final exam?"

He never asked me about these things, and I had no idea what he meant by asking so suddenly. But I've known him for so long, and I know that at this time, don't ask why, don't ask anything, just answer anyway.

The wind was so strong that my hair swept half of my face and pulled into the corners of my mouth, and I had to raise my hand to brush my hair: "Not yet, at the beginning of January."

"How is Zhao Miao's mood?"

The span of his problems was so great that I really couldn't react and looked at him with my eyes open.

He rarely had the patience to ask me again: "How is Zhao Miao's mood?"

It was only then that I confirmed that he was really asking Zhao Miao, and I just didn't understand what he was trying to do.

Anyway, I can't stop him from doing anything, as long as he doesn't hurt Zhao Miao, everything is easy to say.

I frowned, but still spoke: "It's okay, her own part-time job is quite busy."

"Zhao Xu has been gone for a few days, she should be very uncomfortable, after all, she is emotionally touched."

Han Mo didn't look like someone who would sigh, I knew he had something to say next, so I didn't answer his words, he lowered his head and looked straight at me: "You didn't think about taking her out for a trip?"

I couldn't help but be stunned, and I responded, "I really didn't think about it."

I really didn't think about it, and I never thought that it would be Han Mo who said this to me.

I looked at him and couldn't help but turn a little pale.

He probably knew what I was thinking, and he hooked his lips and sneered with contempt: "Is your brain filled with mud?" What are you thinking, are you and Zhao Miao still friends? I just want you to go out and relax. ”

He threw it over one by one, as if it was really me who was wrong.

I stood there and said, "I'm just a little surprised."

"Heh, you're scaring me a little."

“……”

He frowned, "Okay, I don't want to talk to you so much, I just want to ask if you want to go out and have a break with Zhao Miao, you can go anywhere, I'll help you out." ”

I really feel like Han Mo has changed as a person, oh no, it hasn't changed, it's just a bit like being ghosted.

I really didn't believe that this was something that Han Mo would do, but he really did it, and even took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and tinkered with it, and then spoke: "I booked two plane tickets for you, don't you girls like to go to South Korea?" You take Zhao Miao to have a good time, just relax. ”

He moved too fast, and the next second, a screenshot of a stranger came to my WeChat.

Only then did I find out that Han Mo's WeChat had always been in my WeChat friends.

I looked down at my phone, and for a moment, I didn't know what to ask first.