silent you

Mother Jiang almost came at the point where the parents' meeting ended.

The look is in a hurry, but the pace is not too fast.

When Jiang Pei saw her from the back of the classroom, she was standing in front of the classroom door, facing the transparent and clean glass, raising her hand to tie her temples.

She is slender, fair-skinned, as beautiful as a flower, delicate and delicate.

Jiang Pei's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were calm, without the slightest surprise or disappointment, and he went out through the back door as if nothing had happened.

Mother Jiang tilted her head in front of the glass, softly calling out, "Pei Pei..."

Jiang Pei seemed not aware of it, and said flatly: "The parent meeting is almost over, do you want to chat with the teacher, or do you want to say something to me."

Mother Jiang stood and glanced into the classroom. The head teacher on the podium was standing among the crowd, surrounded by several parents and students.

Therefore, the mother kept a distance of two steps from the crowd, and she was among them.

Gu Xia followed her, "talking" to her mother from time to time.

Mother Jiang lowered her eyes and said hesitantly, "I..."

Jiang Pei said flatly: "I see, let's walk casually."

Jiang's mother smiled and said softly, "Yes."

Unlike my old mother, her temperament is more outstanding than her appearance.

Mother Jiang's facial features are exquisite and soft, her frown and smile are like delicate flowers that cannot withstand the cool wind, she is so charming, I feel pity when I see it.

Jiang Pei looked cold and led the way.

Along the way, Jiang's mother was telling him what he was tired of hearing, Jiang Pei seemed to be listening, and occasionally answered a word or two perfunctorily.

Jiang's mother still noticed it, and complained a little: "Pei Pei, are you listening to my mother..."

Jiang Pei said calmly, "I'm listening."

"Then what did you think about what mom told you just now..."

Jiang Pei frowned and said, "Don't worry, let's talk."

Mother Jiang wanted to say something more, but Jiang Pei interrupted blankly: "I still have class in the afternoon, and I haven't finished my homework yet."

"..." Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Pei who was taller than her. This cold and handsome appearance was both familiar and unfamiliar.

Before she knew it, her child had also gone away from her.

Tears welled up in Jiang's mother's eyes, and her face was pale and haggard that couldn't be concealed by heavy foundation.

She choked with sobs and said, "It's been five months... That woman is five months old... It's a boy... Your father said he would let her be born..."

"I'm arguing with your dad every day now... He didn't finish talking to me in the morning, so he slammed the door and left... He's never treated me like this before..."

"Peipei, Peipei, what should mother do...your father..."

"What should I do..."

Mother Jiang burst into tears, no matter how beautiful and delicate she put on makeup, she couldn't hide the ups and downs behind her life.

Jiang Pei stood in front of his mother, his eyes were calm and deep.

Everything has come to the point of being uncovered, and the piles of piles that happened in the past three years or even earlier will finally have results.

Mother Jiang covered her cheeks with trembling hands, squatted on the ground, and wailed loudly.

Her posturing, her fragility and helplessness, her real helplessness, her fear and fear, all shed on these tears.

Jiang Pei's eyes fell on those thin and trembling shoulders, and he suddenly remembered that he had slept peacefully on his mother's warm shoulders.

He knelt down and wiped his mother's tears with his hand. Under her raised hazy and mournful gaze, he spoke rationally and calmly.

"Let's get a divorce."

"……Mother."

"I'll always be by your side."

"Nothing to be afraid of."

Jiang's mother looked desperate and her lips trembled.

Quarreling, pulling, and pleading in the past half month.

Forbearance, temptation, and extravagance in the past few years.

I can't get back my husband's sincerity and nostalgia.

It's raining cats and dogs in her world, and she has nowhere to escape.

Jiang's mother finally did not agree to Jiang Pei's suggestion.

But did not refuse.

It's just that she should be as stable and strong as she should be.

His face was tired and calm when he left.

It's like waking up from a dream for half a lifetime, and it's like breaking your heart and breaking your love.

Even if she uses self-deprecating methods, she can't keep people who don't care about her. She only now understands this truth.

Jiang Pei turned around and walked back alone, his steps were slow and steady.

There was no expression on his sharp and handsome face.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered Gu Xia.

That gentle and smiling boy also cried in front of him.

cry for him.

On a certain weekend in the second year of high school, Gu Xia asked Jiang Pei out in advance, hoping that he could tutor him in physics and mathematics, but Jiang Pei did not refuse.

The two made an appointment to meet under a tree next to a milk tea shop.

When Jiang Pei arrived, Gu Xia had been waiting for him for a long time.

The green shade is thick and the umbrella leaves are like a cover. The quiet and patient young man stands under the green tree. His facial features are soft, his skin is fair, and his figure is slender. Mottled spots of light cast on him are indistinct.

Jiang Pei stopped where he was, raised his chin, and said to him, "Gu Xia, come here."

When Gu Xia heard the familiar and cold voice, she raised her eyes with a smile.

But when he saw the figure rushing behind him, his expression suddenly changed.

Jiang Pei frowned slightly.

In the next second, I saw Gu Xia running towards him desperately, his eyes were anxious and flustered, and he let out a heart-piercing cry—be careful!

He pulled the damaged vocal cords desperately, but the voice he made became hoarse and changed, and it became more blurred.

Jiang Pei was slightly taken aback: "What?"

So Xia didn't have time to say another word.

The sound of the wind approaching Jiang Pei's back was approaching, whistling.

Jiang Pei reacted at this moment.

They actually made an appointment at the place where Gu Xia saw him fight last time!

The sound of the wind was sharp and swift, and it was unequivocal, showing the unrelenting resolute attitude and ruthless determination of the attackers when they attacked.

Jiang Pei's thoughts turned, and his body instinctively and quickly dodged to the side.

The back of the head narrowly avoided the fatal blow.

The sound of the wind didn't stop, and the next second there was a sharp pain in his arm.

Jiang Pei's face was covered with frost, and the hostility in his eyes soared.

Turning around and punching out, he interrupted and shouted: "Stay there and don't move!"

The sneak attacker didn't expect his counterattack to come so swiftly, and was caught off guard by the punch, his body turned to one side to a great extent, and the stick in his hand almost fell out.

Gu Xia's eyes were moist, and tears fell down patter.

He rushed towards his footsteps, but obediently stopped.

When Jiang Pei fights, the most important thing is to be quick, precise and ruthless.

It is often solved with one move, and there is no mercy at all.

When the man was pale and limp on the ground, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips: "How dare you sneak attack?"

The posture was arrogant and disdainful, and the wooden stick fell by his feet.

The man didn't even have the strength to stand up, and he was swearing vaguely, all kinds of obscenities, so dirty that he couldn't be more dirty.

Before Jiang Pei could say anything more, Gu Xia had already stepped forward quickly, reaching out to roll up his sleeve with red eyes, and was about to check the injury.

He heard clearly just now, the muffled sound of the blunt instrument hitting the person hard, it was so heavy that his heart throbbed.

Jiang Pei withdrew his hand casually, folded his arms indifferently, turned his head to look at him, and said coldly, "You want to take advantage of me again?"

Gu Xia raised his eyes and glared at him angrily, wiped away his tears, and made firm movements with his hands, insisting on turning up his sleeves.

Few people dared to go against Jiang Pei's wishes, let alone stare at him.

Especially when this person is Gu Xia who has a bad temper.

Jiang Pei was stunned for a moment.

He relaxed his guard for a while, and he pushed his clothes away.

On the strong and slender arms, there were terrible and deep purple-red bruises.

So Xia just wiped away the tears, and then they fell down again.

Big drops fell on his arm, scorching hot.

A touch of irritability and sullenness rose between Jiang Pei's brows.

Somewhere in my heart, I feel very uncomfortable.

He reached out and pulled Gu Xia's hair.

He said coldly: "I have won all the battles, why are you crying?"

Gu Xia tilted his head, then raised his eyes.

Only then did Jiang Pei realize what he was saying.

Repeatedly, silently and painfully.

Jiang Pei's expression gradually became serious, and he pinched his chin and lifted it up.

He said coldly, "What did you say? Tell me again."

Gu Xia raised his head, looked at him with tears in his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, and a line of tears slowly slid down.

There was a hint of sadness on the delicate and clean face of self-blame and guilt.

He paused every word.

"If only I could talk."

"If only I could talk."

"sorry."

"Jiang Pei."

"sorry."

Jiang Pei's eyes were as dark as ink, and there was a rage brewing.

The fingers pinching his chin became tighter and tighter, his face was livid.

There were bright red fingerprints on Gu Xia's sharpened white jaw.

But he didn't realize it, as if he had completely lost the pain.

Just repeat it over and over without sound.

"sorry."

"Jiang Pei."

"sorry."

"Jiang Pei..."

Jiang Pei's eyes were fierce, and he lowered his body with great momentum, staring firmly at Gu Xia's shining eyes, his voice was cold and slow.

"Did I tell you? It's not your fault that you can't speak. It's not a crime. You don't need to bear it, let alone apologize to me."

Gu Xia was forced to meet his angry dark eyes, choked up twice, and nodded extremely slowly.

"Then why don't you have a long memory, huh?"

Hot tears rolled down, and his cool fingers gently touched the bright red scar on his arm, wishing to replace it with his own body.

He knew that he had said something wrong, but seeing him hurt, his first reaction was to blame himself and feel distressed, so he couldn't care less about other things.

"Cough cough, cough cough..." The man lying on the ground spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, barely propped himself up, and grinned.

His voice was hoarse, but he spoke clearly: "It's not his fault, if he could talk, maybe you wouldn't have been hit by me just now..."

Jiang Pei's eyes sharpened, and all the violent factors in his body were aroused.

He suddenly let go of Gu Xia, bent down to pick up the wooden stick on the ground, and strode over with a horrifying aura. The man suddenly felt fear and fear, and said in a panic, "You——don't come over--"

With a cold face, Jiang Pei poked the wooden stick down cleanly, and pressed it heavily against the soft flesh and bones on the inside of the man's thigh, and crushed it vigorously.

"Ah——" the man cried out in pain, his body curled up in stress, cold sweat poured down like rain, and he fell limply on the ground, his thighs spasmed and trembled unceasingly.

Even Jiang Pei, with profound facial features and a handsome face, looks like a vicious ghost coming to the world at this moment, or a cold death who harvests human lives.

The assailant's face was contorted with pain, Jiang Pei still didn't let go, he pressed down hard inch by inch, and said coldly: "If you want to go to the hospital, I will help you."

Gu Xia was so frightened that she didn't even bother to cry. She froze for a long time before thinking of stepping forward to stop her.

Jiang Pei threw away the wooden stick one step ahead of him, straightened his slender body, stared at him with angry eyes, and asked in a bad tone: "What about you? Do you want me to do this too?"

Gu Xia shook her head, raised the back of her hand to wipe the tears on her chin, and went to hold his hand as soon as she came up, intending to take him to the hospital.

He cried hard just now, and now his cheeks are still flushed, twitching, and a little out of breath, looking pitiful and distressing.

Jiang Pei took a step back, folded his arms around his chest, avoiding his fingers, and asked with a cold voice, "Do you still dare to say it's your fault?"

Gu Xia shook her head anxiously, frowned slightly, raised her eyes anxiously, and moved closer, carefully holding onto the corner of his clothes, and tugging.

Jiang Pei stood firmly on the spot, motionless.

He is going to cure Gu Xia's problem of casually taking responsibility on himself today.

"Tell me." He put down his hand, stared at his face closely, and said in a tone that could not be refused.

Gu Xia slightly opened his eyes wide and froze on the spot.

I already understood what he meant.

The body cannot respond to it.

Or rather, dare not react to it.

Jiang Pei's anger had dissipated, and he said calmly.

"Don't you know how to talk? I want you to tell me, no, no, it's not your fault, you're right, you know—whatever you want."

Gu Xia's pale lips trembled slightly, she looked at him in disbelief, and the fingers that were pulling the hem of his clothes gradually loosened.

Jiang Pei was hard-hearted and remained unmoved: "Gu Xia, tell me."

"If you don't tell me, I won't go to the hospital with you."

Gu Xia took a step back, tears welled up in his eyes again.

Jiang Pei was indifferent, and continued: "I don't know how to apply medicine, I don't know how to pay attention to the wound, and I will cut a knife on my arm, so it will never heal."

Obviously don't know anything.

But already threatened him with his own health and safety.

The tears in Gu Xia's eyes gradually gathered, looking at him with pleading eyes, his lips opened and closed silently: "Jiang Pei..."

Jiang Pei looked calm, raised his hand to cover his cold and soft lips, stared firmly into his eyes, not allowing him to escape even the slightest bit.

He said in a deep voice, "You can, Gu Xia."

I believe you.

After speaking, slowly and firmly remove the palm.

Gu Xia raised her hand and subconsciously covered his fingers, shaking her head to prevent him from leaving, panic and sorrow welled up in her eyes.

Jiang Pei loosened his neck and tensed shoulders, changed his tone, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, I can wait for you, but you have to know, if you don't do this for me today, I won't let you let's go."

He always walks the talk.

Although the voice is low, it cannot be disobeyed.

Decisions cannot be changed.

There was not the slightest sign of softening on his face.

As if telling him firmly.

If you don't say it, we'll just say goodbye and never see each other again.

Gu Xia closed her eyes, a line of tears dripping from under her drenched eyelashes.

Jiang Pei's expression remained unchanged, and he moved his fingers away little by little.

He said in a deep voice, "tell me."

Gu Xia said: "I..."

No sound.

Jiang Pei said, "Say it again."

Gu Xia: "I..."

Jiang Pei interrupted: "Speak again."

Gu Xia said hoarsely, "I..."

Jiang Pei's expression remained unchanged, and he calmly said, "Next word."

Gu Xia: "No..."

Jiang Pei's tone was not relaxed at all: "Next word."

Gu Xia: "No...no..."

"……Have……"

"……wrong……"

Tears welled up in his eyes, he paused word by word, and said with great difficulty: "I...no...yes...wrong...no...wrong..."

"...Jiang, Pei."

I am not wrong.That's right.

Jiang Pei.

Just eight words exhausted the energy and mind of both parties.

The string that Jiang Pei unconsciously tensed suddenly loosened.

Gu Xia glanced at him, then tightly closed her eyes, threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears of grievance.

He did, after all, speak out.

Jiang Pei's body was stiff, and his face was even stiffer than his body.

After a long while, he raised his hand and squeezed Gu Xia's sweaty and delicate neck.

Solemnly said: "You have done a good job, I heard you."

……

Jiang Pei raised his hand to pinch the center of his eyebrows, and resumed his usual walking speed.

He seems to have always been very cruel to Gu Xia.

It forced him to that point.

……

Jiang Pei still went to the hospital with Gu Xia that day.

When I registered, I registered with the throat department.

One persecution hurts both sides.

Gu Xia had no other problems with her throat and vocal cords.

People are very tired.

Before the examination, he insisted that Jiang Pei treat the wound first.

After the examination, Jiang Pei asked the doctor about his skills.

He fell asleep peacefully on the chair.

The slender and slightly curly eyelashes hang down softly, and the brows are slightly wrinkled.

Jiang Pei crouched in front of him and watched him quietly for a while.

Raising his hand lightly like a feather, he stroked his hair.

So light, so far away.

Zhijiao wondered if his fingers really touched Gu Xia's hair.

Therefore, Xia An slept soundly, and there was nothing serious.

Jiang Pei's arm was not dealt with in time.

Later, I walked for more than an hour with Gu Xia on my back.

For two weeks in a row, the pain was severe even if I didn't touch it.

And the warm breath blowing slowly on the side of Jiang Pei's neck.

He can still recall it clearly.

Jiang Pei's eyes, which had always been sober, were a little confused.

What does Gu Xia mean to him?