twilight winter

Yun Luo didn't expect that two hours after Xia Mo was taken away by Jiang Yuming, Xia Mo came back alone as if she had lost her soul.

Looking at the numb Xia Mo, she went straight to the bed and fell asleep under the quilt for two days.

Two days later, in the morning, Yun Luo was still in a dream, when she heard a small sound in the bedroom, she opened her eyes and Xia Mo was dressed properly and was packing the suitcase.

"Didn't you say you're leaving the day after tomorrow?" Yunluo asked.

Xia Mo raised his head and looked at her quietly, his eyes were full of bewilderment.After a while of silence, Xia Mo took out the newspaper from the bedside and handed it to Yunluo.

It was the newspaper from the previous day, and the headline of the entertainment read in big black characters: "New Director Jiang Yuming Night Party Beauty Anchor".

The photo of himself and Jiang Yuming walking down the street holding hands is printed there.In the night wind, Jiang Yuming strode ahead, with his white shirt behind him fluttering.

"Call me in Taiwan, let me go back." Xia Mo clasped the suitcase angrily, biting her lip.

Yun Luo rubbed his forehead, the headache was all caused by Jiang Yuming.

"What are you going to say when you go back?" Yun Luo really didn't understand how his colleagues would attack his own people.What's more, Xia Mo is a little-known host, and he has no hot spots.

Xia Mo shook her head, sighed and said, "I called in the morning, and Ah Qi said that Wing's company has suppressed Jiang Yuming and her photo. There is no other way but to push me up."

"It seems that Jiang Yuming is really going to be popular?" Yun Luo mocked.

Xia Mo lowered her head, looked at her suitcase, and thought: Jiang Yuming is not such a person.

I didn't expect to be pushed into such a situation by this person again.

Sitting on the plane, Xia Mo couldn't fall asleep no matter what.Always feel empty and unreliable.

When I go back, there is no such person, and maybe there will be no such person in my life in this life.

In this way, the appearance of that person is a bit missed.

Thinking of this, Xia Mo couldn't help laughing at herself in her heart. She was indeed a masochist, and after being tortured like this by this person, she still missed her.

Last time, she made her family, colleagues, friends, and many, many strangers know that she is a woman who likes women.This time, she went even further, and the whole country knew about it.

Thinking of this, Xia Mo felt quite pathetic, and passively coming out of the closet was really not something worth celebrating.

Back home, Xia Mo called Yun Luo to report that she was safe, then lay on the sofa and looked at the empty coffee table.

I don't know what that person is thinking about lying here every day.Looking at the lonely room, Xia Mo stood up uneasy, wandered around for a long time, but didn't dare to push the closed door.

So at night, Xia Mo lay on the bed without any sleepiness, wrapped in a blanket, left the bedroom, and lay down on the sofa, Xia Mo opened his eyes until dawn.

On the way to work, Xia Mo went to the newsstand to buy a newspaper, sat in the car and directly flipped to the entertainment page. Except for the film festival and some sideshow news, there was no news about Jiang Yuming.

Xia Mo felt relieved and drove aimlessly on the road for half an hour before going to work.

After only walking for a few days, there was not much change in the station. Xia Mo entered the office and saw the teasing eyes of his colleagues. He bit the bullet and sat at the desk for half an hour before the director's internal line came in.

Xia Mo tidied up the table and walked out of the office under everyone's blessing eyes.

The director didn't say anything, Xia Mo sat on the sofa and listened to him talking to himself, and finally made a big mistake.

In the long and quiet corridor, Xia Mo listened to his high-heeled shoes gently tapping on the marble floor, every time, a nail was also knocked into his heart amidst the sound.

On a day as ordinary as water, Xia Mo thanked Jiang Yuming for not being a big hit, and also thanked his colleagues for not revealing his work unit and name. This matter passed so plainly and slowly.

Only Xia Mo knew that in her heart, Jiang Yuming was still persevering.

At the end of the year, Yunluo came to see Xia Mo after he was on vacation.

The day before, Xia Mo got up early and called the cleaning company to ask someone to clean up the room.

Being used to living alone, it is inevitable to be lazy, sitting on the sofa watching TV and listening to the jingling in that person's bedroom, Xia Mo silently told himself: Forget it.For so long, that person didn't give him a message. I'm afraid he listened to what he said that day.

After paying to send the aunt away, Xia Mo packed up and prepared to go out to buy. When changing shoes, Xia Mo looked back at the sofa by accident, and decided to buy a new one.

The new sofa was delivered right after Xia Mo purchased it. Xia Mo watched the workers remove the old one and put it under the stone wall downstairs, and turned around to look at the corner. It looked brand new, but it was so out of place.

Went into the kitchen to make soup, sat on the new sofa and drank it slowly, just after half a bowl was poured, Xia Mo ran towards the door with a brisk stride.

It was still leaning against the gray stone wall alone, with white snow sprinkled on it, Xia Mo saw that the place where the person used to sit was deeply sunken, like a shallow porcelain bowl, bearing the weight of the snow.

Ignoring the gazes of passers-by, Xia Mo stretched out both hands to hold the armrest of the sofa and pulled it into the hall with all his strength. The uncle in the guard room saw it and rushed out to help her.

"Why throw it away and pick it up again?" The two pushed it into the elevator with great effort.

"I'm used to it." Xia Mo leaned on the sofa and gasped.

The doorman was delighted to see her like that.

"Why haven't you seen Miss Jiang recently? You haven't been home for three or four months, right?" He mentioned Jiang Yuming.That surname hurt Xia Mo, Xia Mo moved her lips, and bit it lightly again.

Putting the old sofa back in place, the new sofa was dismantled and stuffed in pieces around the coffee table, Xia Mo stood not far away and just watched.It seemed that the person was still lying there lazily, with his arms under his head, and there should be a silent movie playing on the computer on the coffee table. The hair of that person could always attract his attention.

Xia Mo squatted down｜body, covered her face with her hands, and didn't even cry.

This combination of old and new things made Yunluo laugh for two days.

Every time Xia Mo sees her laughing, she makes a sad face.She also knew that this combination was weird and ruined the beauty of the whole decoration.But what can I do, I can't even give away that large sectional sofa.

Xia Mo sat at the dining table and pouted, Yun Luo hugged her and said after laughing enough: "Why bother yourself, Xia Mo, don't make it difficult for yourself."

Xia Mo didn't know why she insisted on embarrassing herself.

After Yunluo came, there was a question in Xia Mo's mind, what happened to Jiang Yuming?

Xia Mo knows that Yunluo must have news about her. Although Yunluo is the host, she has deep ties to that circle.

But Xia Mo couldn't ask, Xia Mo could only wait quietly, waiting for Yun Luo to speak up.

Yunluo talked about Jiang Yuming's snowy day, and the two of them were stuck on the crowded road. Yunluo listened to a song on the radio, and Yunluo said: "This word seems to be filled in by your Jiang Yuming."

I don't know when it started, but when Yun Luo talked about Jiang Yuming, he always added "your family's" in front of it.

Xia Mo thought that it would be difficult for her to breathe when Yun Luo talked about Jiang Yuming, but when she came to the front, Xia Mo found that she seemed to be listening to gossip.

Xia Mo didn't speak, Yun Luo continued: "I heard that this female singer has a lot to do with her."

Xia Mo admires Yunluo's words. "Quite a source" means a lot.He grew up with Jiang Yuming, went to the same school, and even though they were separated by university, the two of them would meet once a week. Why hadn't he heard of this name with a long history.

Thinking of going to college, Xia Mo thought of that long train line.It involves himself and Jiang Yuming, passing through thirty cities and towns, with Xia Mo at the starting point and Jiang Yuming at the end.

At that time, the two would set foot on the only train running through this line every Friday night, and choose a city to meet.

For three full years, they traveled all over the cities on that train line. They always started from both ends and met on the road.

That year, Jiang Yuming was still cold, but he talked a lot and was very emotional.

When I think of that year, I can't help but think of that day.

It was also a snowy night like this. Xia Mo was lying on the bed in the dormitory holding her mobile phone and talking on the phone with Jiang Yuming. Jiang Yuming was perfunctory over there, and Xia Mo said angrily: "Jiang Yuming, I took out the phone call with my boyfriend Can you be more serious if you have time to call with you?"

"Oh." Jiang Yuming responded, and asked after a long time: "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes." Xia Mo responded.

"I should take a look." Jiang Yuming said to himself.

Xia Mo curled her lips: "I will show it to you when I go home during the Chinese New Year, fellow."

"Oh." Jiang Yuming returned to his original appearance.

"You don't sound like you're responding?" Xia Mo asked.

"How should I react?"

"For example, happy for me or sour?" Xia Mo guided.

"Oh." Xia Mo felt that if the two of them were not on the phone, Jiang Yuming would probably stay silent.

Xia Mo was a little aggrieved, dropped her phone unhappily, and fell asleep angrily.

At three o'clock in the morning, the phone in the dormitory beeped sadly, and the roommate yelled in a daze, "Xia Mo, your sister."

Xia Mo stretched out her hand to take the phone.

"I'm at the main gate of your school, come out." Jiang Yuming's voice trembled.

Xia Mo's remaining drowsiness immediately fled to the sky.

Putting on clothes in the dark, rubbing the dormitory teacher for more than ten minutes, Xia Mo just came out of the building when a gust of wind blew the snow over, making Xia Mo shiver.Thinking of Jiang Yuming standing at the door for nearly half an hour, Xia Mo strode into the snow with heartache.

Under the lonely light, the man lowered his head and kicked the snow boringly, raising a piece of sparkle.

Xia Mo ran over and saw that there was no one in the guard room, and the door was tightly closed.

"Jiang Yuming." Xia Mo called out to the man lying on the railing.

Bai Xue covered her pitch-black hair, and Jiang Yuming raised his head and stood under the streetlight waving his hands when he heard the call.

"Come here." Xia Mo was angry with her indifferent look.

"Come out." Jiang Yuming raised his chin.

"The door guard is not here, the door cannot be opened." Xia Mo looked at her and shouted anxiously.

Jiang Yuming didn't speak, but just looked at the gate quietly for a while, and asked, "Can't you jump out?"

Xia Mo took a step back, looked at the nearly three-meter-long gate, and shook his head.

Jiang Yuming squinted his eyes and pursed his lips, apparently unhappy.Stepping on the snow and walking in front of Xia Mo, looking at her frozen red face, Jiang Yuming stomped the snow off his shoes, and took off his down jacket to reveal a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"Take it." Gasping, Jiang Yuming stuffed the down jacket into the gap, holding onto the railing with both hands and leaping forward.

Xia Mo hugged Jiang Yuming's down jacket tightly and watched her deftly climb up to the height, the cold wind ruffled her hair, Jiang Yuming straddled the highest place and looked at Xia Mo in the snow.

Xia Mo felt that Jiang Yuming's expression was so aloof, staring at everything in this empty space, like a king.

"Come down." Xia Mo shouted.

Jiang Yuming glanced at her, and obediently climbed down.

"Why are you here?" Xia Mo wrapped the down jacket around her body, seeing that Jiang Yuming was still trembling, she could only stretch out her arms to hug her.

"Come and see him." Jiang Yuming breathed in his ears.

"Who?" Xia Mo panicked.

"Your boyfriend."