I want to be your white moonlight

The air is almost frozen.

"I didn't think about anything." Lin Xiang lay on his side with his back to Huo Sirong, and tightly closed his eyes: "Just give me some self-esteem as a charity."

Huo Sirong took a deep breath to calm down the anger in his heart. He sat down beside Lin Xiang, grabbed his arm, and kneaded the bruise slowly.

Lin Xiang's shoulders were pulled by him, his joints were sore, but he didn't dare to move, and turned his back to Huo Sirong without saying a word.

"Lin Xiang, you're so cheap." Huo Sirong seldom uttered such obscene words, and now he said it bluntly, he must be angry.Lin Xiang became more and more reluctant to turn around, covering her ears with a pillow.

Huo Sirong pulled Lin Xiang back with all his strength, his bones and joints creaked, and Lin Xiang's already pale face became whiter and more transparent.

Huo Sirong leaned over to pick him up, and carried him into his arms with familiarity countless times as usual. Lin Xiang's 1.7 meters is not tall, and even a little thinner compared to Huo Sirong. Huo Sirong could easily hug him full of heart.

Like a frightened bird, Lin Xiang silently let Huo Sirong toss about.

"What's the relationship between you and that woman just now?" Huo Sirong asked coldly, Lin Xiang shivered and shook his head: "I want to ask her to help me contact Zhang Zihao, it's nothing else."

"Zhang Zihao?"

"Hmm." Lin Xiang told the truth about "The Homeland of Floating Life" being slandered and plagiarized by those who cared about it.

Huo Sirong was almost annoyed: "You doubt me?"

Lin Xiang frowned: "But apart from you, I can't think of anyone who has that document."

Huo Sirong stared at him deeply, and Lin Xiang was so stared at him that his scalp was about to explode. He fumbled for Huo Sirong's waistband with difficulty, trying to curry favor with him with the only body worthy of Huo Sirong's lust.

He thought to himself, what Huo Sirong said was true, he was just so cheap.

Wen Yao knocked on the door to remind: "You two, remember to turn off the lights."

The lights were turned off, the windows were opened, and a gust of cool wind rushed into the room. Lin Xiang shivered. Huo Sirong broke his hand, pressed Lin Xiang back on the bed, and leaned over and asked, "If I asked Wen Yao to do it?" Yes, what are you going to do?"

If it were the former Lin Xiang, he would have kicked Huo Sirong out of the bed without saying a word, and then stepped on his feet fiercely, expressing that he would never end with him.

But now this tamed Lin Xiang only has dim eyes, pale face and dry lips, and responds with a wry smile: "You hate me, you should do this...you should."

Huo Sirong pinched his throat angrily, biting a pair of bloodless lips, bloodshot with saliva.

Lin Xiang stared at the ceiling with wide eyes. After a long time, she retracted the tears from the corners of her eyes, hugged Huo Sirong's neck obediently and dependably, and apologized cautiously between Huo Sirong's loose mouth: "I'm sorry, I like you, really. I'm... sorry."

"I'm not interested in doing such a boring thing." Huo Sirong narrowed his eyes and ordered through gritted teeth: "But you'd better keep a distance from that woman."

I like you, but I also want to be free.Lin Xiang turned her head away and remained silent.

Huo Sirong tore off the fig leaf, and Lin Xiang clung to him awkwardly.

There is a sea in front of him, reflecting the stars.The sea is flowing, the wind and rain are dark.

Huo Sirong is relatively free to make decisions about his work. After finishing the filming of the most important movie at hand, he no longer plans to participate in other TV movies in the first half of the year. He pushed some announcements such as commercials and variety shows, just to spare a period of unemployment .

Huo's family business is very big, and there are many projects and company decisions that Huo Sirong needs to personally review.

Lin Yan was in danger of getting sick at any time, so he settled down in a nursing home under Huo's name.In order to take care of him in time, Huo Sirong specially opened up a temporary office next to Lin Yan's ward.

As for Lin Xiang, after being discharged from the hospital, he went straight back to school, made up the delayed courses, and then nestled in the library to ignore worldly affairs.

Because the incident in the hospital was too embarrassing, Lin Xiang was embarrassed to take the initiative to find Gao Yuyan, and the warm relationship between the two gradually became cold.

When Wen Yao called Lin Xiang to go out, in order to cope with the final exam month, he stayed up for several days and nights, and his hair was messed up like a chicken coop.

Lin Xiang walked out of the school gate unkempt, with his shirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, and yawned impatiently.

The Porsche stopped firmly in front of him. Lin Xiang looked around and saw no one he knew, so he opened the door and sat in with confidence.

Wen Yao teased him: "Little friend, you do underground work, and every time you find such a hidden place to get on the bus."

Lin Xiang turned back: "What's none of your business?"

Wen Yao chuckled.

The Porsche sent him to the five-star hotel at No. 10 Beijing Road in the city center, and the foreman led Lin Xiang to the VIP room.

Lin Xiang was confused and couldn't figure out where Huo Sirong was singing.He pushed the door open, and there were two people sitting in the huge ornately decorated room, Huo Sirong and Zhang Zihao.

Lin Xiang was at a loss for what to do immediately, his mouth was dry. He first looked at Huo Sirong, muttered for a while, but said nothing, then looked at Zhang Zihao full of hope, and shouted excitedly: "Teacher Zhang!"

Zhang Zihao stood up. He was almost middle-aged, with a slightly fat belly. He was wearing a pair of old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses. His hair was combed neatly, as if even the strands of his hair had been carefully combed.

Zhang Zihao looked at Lin Xiang with a smile: "Little classmate, I should say sorry to you for what happened last time. I misunderstood your plagiarism indiscriminately. It is too arbitrary. You are very talented. I hope we can clear up the past. Can you Allow me to publish your work on "Qingmeng"?"

Lin Xiang widened his eyes in surprise, as if he was in a dream, where the clouds and mist were drifting, making him unable to distinguish east, west, south, north.

Like a devout student appreciated by his seniors, he stepped forward, his eyes were full of light, his whole body was radiant, and he nodded vigorously: "Of course, thank you, Teacher Zhang!"

Huo Sirong couldn't hide his surprise when the long-lost passionate young man surfaced. He was inexplicably upset. He guessed that in Lin Xiang's heart, ideals might be more important than him, Huo Sirong.

Lin Xiang and Zhang Zihao had a very happy conversation, and they didn't even notice that Huo Sirong was full of discontent.

It wasn't until Zhang Zihao explained that he and Huo Sirong became friends because of the adaptation of the TV series. The two were friends. Huo Sirong came to the door in person and told him that Lin Xiang's "Floating Homeland" was original.

Only then did Lin Xiang look back at Huo Sirong flattered, with a smile all over his face, and sincerely said: "Thank you, sir!"

Huo Sirong waved his hands expressionlessly.

Zhang Zihao and Lin Xiang together, Lin Xiang finally remembered his first draft of this article, in addition to Gao Yuyan, another senior from Wenchuang Club also read it, Lin Xiang was in a hurry and left the draft on Gao Yuyan's desk, that senior then It was at that time that the copy was secretly taken away.

Zhang Zihao wrote a report letter to the Faculty of Arts, and the report exposed the shameless behavior of the senior.

Because the highly respected Zhang Zihao personally stepped in, this incident caused an uproar in the college, and even made it into a local trending search.

The school attaches great importance to reputation, and under the pressure of public opinion, the senior was expelled.

The plagiarism incident was settled, and Lin Xiang also passed the final exam of his sophomore year. His grade point was in the top three in the department, and he won the national stability award in the next semester.

Everything seems to be going smoothly.

Since Lin Xiang met Huo Sirong last time in a five-star hotel, the two of them stopped contacting each other.

Lin Xiang was busy with her studies, and Huo Sirong was busy taking care of Lin Yan.

Lin Yan's condition worsened, and he was unconscious for more than half of the 24 hours a day. Doctors in Boston conducted a video conference and finally gave a comprehensive opinion: massive blood transfusion as soon as possible.

On the afternoon when Lin Xiang came out with comprehensive results, Lin Yan woke up in a daze in the nursing home, and Wen Yao excitedly knocked on the door of Huo Sirong's room next to him.Huo Sirong strode back to Lin Yan's side.

Lin Yan's mental state was very bad, his eyes were dim, and the night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was falling, he stared out of the window ecstatically.

Huo Sirong called him softly: "Lin Yan."

Lin Yan turned his head, with confusion in his eyes. After careful identification for a long time, he barely opened his pale smile: "Brother Huo."

"I'm sorry to trouble you too much." Lin Yan sighed.

Huo Sirong stepped forward in three steps at a time, unable to suppress the pain in his heart, he held Lin Yan's hand with a heavy expression on his face: "Blame me, you should have asked Lin Xiang to give you a blood transfusion immediately when you returned home."

Lin Yan smiled and shook his head, understanding him: "You are reluctant."

A string in Huo Sirong's mind suddenly tightened, and he discovered with horror that Lin Yan might have noticed something,

Sure enough, how could a person as careful as Lin Yan know nothing about the relationship between his brother and his friends, he said weakly: "Second brother, he likes you. I remember the first time you came to our house, The second child is only 14 years old, he pestered me and asked me, who are you and why did you come to our house."

Huo Sirong smiled, tightened his grip on Lin Yan's hand, and argued weakly: "Lin Xiang and I are not in the relationship you think."

Lin Yan shook his head and changed the subject: "When we met back then, I was as old as my second child..."

The night is thick, and insects are singing one after another outside the window. In the peaceful and quiet night, memories come flooding back.

It is impossible for Huo Sirong to forget that Lin Yan saved his life.

The two people who shouldn't have met each other met because of a field summer camp. It rained heavily that day, and Huo Sirong was pushed off the cliff and was dying. Lin Yan ran into the ravine along the rugged mountain road with the group of people on his back. , he tried his best to drag Huo Sirong out of desperation.

From then on, the only son of the Huo family, who didn't love his father or mother, thought that he would treat this person well for the rest of his life.

Huo Sirong's life was brought back by Lin Yan gritted his teeth from the gate of hell.

Now that Lin Yan's life was hanging by a thread, Huo Sirong was hesitant. He lowered his head in resentment, facing Lin Yan, bending his straight back, like a gesture of repentance and pain.

Lin Yan patted the back of his hand and let out a long sigh: "It's been ten years in a blink of an eye."

Ten years later, how much will a person's state of mind change? Lin Yan repeated blankly: "Who can control his own heart? You can't bear him, Brother Huo, forget it."

Huo Sirong leaned over and hugged Lin Yan's shoulders, clenched his teeth, and gasped in pain, like a desperate animal on the verge of extinction.

Ten years ago, when the rain was so heavy and overwhelming, Lin Yan cried and said, "I don't know why I want to save you, but you are my friend, Brother Huo, don't sleep!" The young Huo Sirong Then he took Lin Yan's hand: "Then don't sleep, keep your eyes open, and we will be friends for life."

They supported each other, life and death.

Huo Sirong choked up, Lin Yan opened his eyes, and repeated in confusion: "You are reluctant."