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Chapter 408 Two Nights and One Day

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What a rare silence.

Don’t you know how long the whole journey of our ticket will take?

still is
Or am I unable to hear again?
The carriage was so noisy that I wasn't sure if Gong Shuji had spoken, so I had to stick my sticker in his direction again.

Before we even sat down in our seats, we were surrounded by curious young people.

This time, it attracted a lot of curious and teasing eyes.

In fact, those eyes often appear during the few times I have been awake these days, and often after looking at the two of us, my eyes will fall on our hands.

This is also understandable.

After all, the Mulianli on our hands is really eye-catching, like a shackle, firmly locking each other.

Moreover, Gong Shuji usually only uses Mu Lianli's traction to guide me, and never goes beyond holding hands.

So seeing two men and women who are far apart and have never held hands being pulled together by something, no matter who they are, they will find it extremely strange.

Even though I have now accepted it calmly, I still have to occasionally be asked what happened.

If it were in the past, I would have answered.

But the situation is different now. The carriage is noisy and I don’t know my situation.

It is better to avoid these situations.

I pulled down the cuffs of my clothes to cover Mu Lianli on my hands, and took advantage of the situation to hold Gong Shuji and said:

".Say it again."

Gong Shuji shrank subconsciously as if he was being burned. After realizing something was wrong, he held my hand again.

He held my hand, but looked away, not daring to meet my eyes:

".Two nights and one day."

This time I was a little silent:

"This is our first night.?"

nod.

I am now convinced that Gong Shuji didn’t speak just now, he was simply silent.

Because, this drive is really a bit painful.

Two nights and one day.
Most importantly, hard seats.

"Wouldn't this be my choice when I just bought the ticket?"

I asked again, and Gong Shuji nodded again.

Silence, a long silence.

It was hard to believe that that person was me. I was so dazed that I didn’t know what I had done.

There is also a complete lack of attention to details, regardless of the consequences, and even long or short fragments.

Gong Shuji led me to sit down and adjusted the chair for me:

"It doesn't matter, don't worry about this. Your situation was worse some time ago, but it's much better now, and it will gradually get better in the future."

Gongshuji gave me the window seat.

Therefore, I can easily see that the moonlight is being enveloped by the boundless darkness.

The night is sinking endlessly, just like me.

"I used to have very good hearing."

After a long time, I finally found my voice:

".Proud once."

I don't know why I am talking about this.

Maybe it's because I have no one to talk to about these things now.

Gong Shuji seems to want to avoid this topic:

".It will be cured, it will be cured."

"By the way, I'll get you something."

Gong Shuji seemed to have remembered something and took out a small box as big as a palm from his bag.

The box was opened, and inside were some cloth balls, needlework and other things. I even saw thimble rings and silver needles of different sizes.

This palm-sized small box is fully equipped.

Gong Shuji selected a few pieces of brocade and small pieces of cotton, rolled them into a small ball no bigger than the knuckle of his little finger, and then sewed and threaded.

With his fingers flying, within a few minutes, two exquisitely crafted little things were thrust into my hands.

Gong Shuji pointed to his ears and slowed down his voice:

"Before discharge, the doctor discussed this matter with me. He said that your condition at that time was probably the result of the body's protective mechanism."

"Originally we thought of changing the hospital for treatment, but you rejected it."

"I have different thoughts now. I can detect that most of your fragments occur when there are many people and noisy situations."

"So, I think sometimes you can give up part of your voice appropriately to protect yourself from falling into that situation."

Gong Shuji hesitated to speak, but I understood what he wanted to say——

'That situation' = 'dissociation'.

Nowadays, I am occasionally awake and sometimes confused. Most of the reason is because there were too many noises that night. As a result, whenever I go to a crowded place, I will start a state called "self-isolation".

And a small part of the possibility.
I didn't dwell on this topic anymore and put on the freshly made cotton earplugs.

Sure enough, after putting it on, the noise around me was reduced a lot, and the pain in my head was also reduced a lot.

Gong Shuji's voice came through the earplugs, as if he was outside the world:

"how do you feel?"

I adjusted the curvature of the earplugs to a suitable state where I could isolate some noise and still be able to hear the people around me clearly, and then I replied:
"very good."

Much better than me.

I have actually not been good at delicate handwork since I was a child, so I didn’t have any advantage when I first started making paper figurines.

My second uncle always said that my fingers are not fingers, but little sticks.

Naturally, the little mallet cannot have any mobility, so it is not good at manual work.

But there was no manual work that I needed to do in the past. When I had a family, it was my second uncle who always did the fine work.

'Once upon a time' is such a familiar and beautiful word.

When I raised my eyes again, it was when the green train stopped at the station again.

In fact, one stop on the Green Train lasts at least half an hour to an hour, but it wasn't until the loud buzzing sound that my earplugs couldn't cover came that I suddenly came back to my senses and realized the inexplicable time I had lost.

Gong Shuji's face, which can be said to be the anger of both men and gods, is still beside me. His expression remains unchanged, as if he has been waiting for me. He very naturally picked up the topic that he said just now, but in fact was more than an hour ago:

"My embroidery skills are not very good, so I thought you wouldn't be suitable."

Too self-effacing.

At this level, you can beat me eight hundred times and still bring me back.

I shook my head:

"Very good, very comfortable."

"I'm in a bad situation."

Yes, even if it's not that far away, it is what it is. It's bad, it's bad.

Not only my body, but the entire world was in terrible shape.

Gong Shuji seemed to be considering his words. No one spoke for a while, and the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

This doesn't work.

I thought about it again and again, and finally came up with a topic that was worth asking and could distract from the heavy atmosphere:
"In other words, during my worst half-month, I only had enough food, clothing, housing and transportation."

Is there anything more terrifying than half a month of your life disappearing?
Have.

Amnesia for half a month.

Is there anything scarier than losing memory for half a month?
Have.

Being locked up with a handsome guy for half a month.

Although, I believe that people like Gong Shuji, who are unwilling to cross even holding hands, will not do anything.

However, I am really curious about what life was like during that period.

There's something late today orz there's still another chapter, I'll definitely have it before 12 o'clock