Lin Mo has always been taciturn.
At the beginning of September, the sun shone all over Zhao Sheng's white dress, which made her speechless.
Only that smile was quietly hidden in her heart, and she remembered it for a long time.
Walking side by side under the sparse shadow of apricot blossoms, reading morning and evening together by the library window, leaning against each other on the rocking bus.
As long as you are with her, the world will be filled with only gentle silence.
Zhao Sheng asked her: "Have you ever liked someone?" She nodded slightly, and then asked who it was, but she remained silent.
That was the first silence between them.
Later, Zhao Sheng asked softly: "Xiao Mo, you believe me, right?"
Lin Mo opened his lips, but didn't say a word.
That was the second and last silence between them.
It turns out that silence is never just silence,
It is a feeling that has not been expressed in words, it is a miss that is so far away.
Silence waits for silence,
And Lin Mo could no longer wait for the sheng that would play for her.
Intention: Silence is the heaviest language, and lack of time is the most painful answer.