I want to be your white moonlight

Wen Yao whispered to Huo Sirong who was in deep thought, "Lin Xiang is still waiting for the call."

No one knows how much blood will be lost to save Lin Yan, will it turn Lin Xiang into a skeleton?have no idea.

The only thing that is certain is that Lin Yan's current condition determines that he will be like a vampire, draining his blood bag to the brim.

"Sir, Lin Yan is also Lin Xiang's elder brother." Wen Yao said in a low voice.

"Let him take a taxi directly to the hospital." After a long silence, Huo Sirong finally made a decision.

When Wen Yao called to inform Lin Xiang, Lin Xiang was still in the toilet, and the gang beat up his brother until he got angry, and then threatened Lin Xiang viciously: "If you dare to speak out, don't even think about staying in Ningbei for a day."

Lin Xiang's head was bleeding, and he was curled up in a corner in embarrassment, his limbs were numb with pain, and his mind was a little unconscious. He supported the wall and gasped for breath, his eyes were blurred. Lin Xiang pressed against the cold wall and closed his eyes , Completely passed out.

Those people checked Lin Xiang's breath, made sure he was not dead, and quickly slipped away.

Time floats in the cold night sky, and the stars are dim.

Lin Xiang rubbed his head to wake up, it was too cold, he shivered, stood up with his hands on the wall, his bones were like parts that were about to fall apart, and he throbbed with pain when he moved.

Wen Yao's first phone call was two hours ago. During this time, he made about [-] calls, and only sent a text message in the middle: Take a taxi to the city center hospital, it's urgent.

Hospital?Lin Xiang woke up suddenly, is Huo Sirong in a hurry?What did he go to the hospital for?Something happened to him? !

Without thinking too much, Lin Xiang turned on the faucet, splashed cold water on his face, and instantly woke up.

He grabbed a few tissues and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and stumbled out of the dormitory building.

When getting in the car, the taxi driver looked at him a few more times, deeply suspecting that the other party was an absconding murderer.

Lin Xiang was so anxious that he didn't care to wipe the nosebleed from his nostrils. He simply pinched it with his fingers and raised his head to take a long breath.

When the Central Hospital finally arrived, Lin Xiang threw a whole sheet of cash and ran into the outpatient clinic without waiting for the driver to return the change.

Wen Yao was waiting for him at the door, seeing him in a state of embarrassment, he asked in surprise, "Are you fighting with someone else again?"

"Where is Huo Sirong, where is Huo Sirong?" Lin Xiang's eyes were full of eagerness, and he grabbed Wen Yao's sleeve, as if begging the other party not to tell him that something happened to Huo Sirong.

"You are late." Wen Yao sighed.

Lin Yan failed to receive the blood transfusion in time, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, and the whole person was already in a coma, and his current state was almost the same as that of a vegetative state.

The doctor said that another blood transfusion would only hang his life, and it would be difficult to revive him.

Lin Xiang thought he was referring to Huo Sirong, and her eyes turned red immediately: "What happened to him?"

Wen Yao was stunned: "You..."

Huo Sirong was furious. Lin Xiang never came. Neither he nor Wen Yao could leave the hospital. The two of them watched Lin Yan unconscious. Huo Sirong was heartbroken. He lost his temper. Privately pondering whether to inject Huo Sirong with a sedative.

Wen Yao took Lin Xiang to the top floor of the inpatient department, and blocked him behind him. Lin Xiang noticed that Wen Yao was trembling imperceptibly, as if he had encountered something very dangerous.

Lin Xiang was not so clear-headed, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

Wen Yao turned around and pushed him back to the elevator: "Little friend, you should hide first!"

Lin Xiang's legs were already weak, but he pushed him anxiously, and he staggered and fell down in the elevator room. Wen Yao frantically pressed the door close button, but Lin Xiang didn't understand, so he said, "Wen Yao!"

"Lin Xiang." Huo Sirong's voice was low.

Lin Xiang had never heard such a low-pitched tone from him, it was as if dark clouds covering the sky and the sun covered everything in sight, it was so dark, the terrible low pressure engulfed the senses, the dangerous strings were tensed, and the violent wind and rain were simmering under the thick dark clouds. ready to go.

"Mr. Huo!" Lin Xiang's eyes widened: "Are you okay?!"

Wen Yao was pushed away by Huo Sirong, and the tall man stood in front of the elevator door, staring at him expressionlessly.

At that moment, Lin Xiang felt fear.

"You're fine, that's great." Lin Xiang muttered in a low voice.

Huo Sirong grabbed him by the neckline and pulled him up, Wen Yao had no time to stop, Huo Sirong's fist that had practiced martial arts hit Lin Xiang's face like that, Lin Xiang felt dizzy.

Huo Sirong pushed him back against the wall, and asked sharply: "He is your own brother, and his life is on the line, but you don't want to save him?! Lin Xiang, are you worthy of your brother! You are a fucking thing!"

What's wrong with me?What's wrong with my brother?Lin Xiang thought in a daze, his eyes flickered to the furious Huo Sirong.

He opened his mouth, and the corner of his second-injured mouth was broken again. The fishy blood filled his mouth with the smell of rust.

"I'm in so much pain..." Lin Xiang wanted to say, "Don't hit me, I'm sorry." He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and he didn't say anything. He tried to hug Huo Sirong's wrist with both hands, The arm has no strength.

A double image appeared on the person in front of him, Lin Xiang closed his eyes.

Wen Yao said loudly, "Sir, something must have happened to Lin Xiang!"

Huo Sirong was burned out by anger, he had only one thought in his mind, Lin Xiang did it on purpose, he was not willing to save Lin Yan, he was not willing to save his own brother.

Until now, Lin Yan was in a coma because he was reluctant, he hesitated, he didn't dare to let such a thin Lin Xiang give blood, so he almost killed Lin Yan.

Huo Sirong blamed himself and became angry, dragged Lin Xiang into the blood draw room, and roared angrily, "Blood draw!"

The doctors were trembling, Huo Sirong's outrage caused them all to remain silent.

Wen Yao rushed up and blocked Huo Sirong: "No, sir, you want to kill another Lin Xiang for Lin Yan?! There are only two brothers in the old Lin family, do you want them to take them all from you!"

"I said, draw blood." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

The only sound left in the air was the ticking of instruments.

Lin Xiang closed her eyes and stepped on the ground with her feet, as if she was in the clouds.

The piercing ringing of bells pierced the silence.It was Lin Xiang's cell phone that rang.

Wen Yao took out his mobile phone from his pocket, brushed the mottled broken screen with his thumb, and gritted his teeth to open a short video.

In the picture, six feet are on Lin Xiang's body. The thin young man is like a stubborn little beast. He desperately protects his head, chest and abdomen, and silently beats him.The person who beat him was probably to show off and ridicule, and called him: "Bastard, sissy."

Those people sent it to Lin Xiang on purpose, so that he could watch himself being beaten like a bug, but he had no power to resist. It was clearly intended to cause him a second injury.

Wen Yao gasped, and handed the phone to Huo Sirong.

Wen Yao covered his eyes.

The doctors looked at each other, all sympathized with the young man, no one dared to insert the blood-drawing needle, his thin arm could not bear the thickness of a needle.

Huo Sirong smashed the noisy instruments, rushed back to Lin Xiang, and hugged him into his arms.

Lin Xiang leaned on his shoulder and murmured softly and thinly like a gnat, "You're fine, that's great."

"Don't, don't hit me...I'm sorry." He said, and fell asleep in Huo Sirong's arms.

Before Lin Xiang went to university, he was a good student who was praised by everyone in front of others. He often fought with gangsters behind his back.

As time passed, Lin Xiang stopped fighting with others, and changed to fighting with others and talking.

The more powerful his mouth was, the more fierce his fists were. Huo Sirong helped Lin Xiang settle the mess a lot, and every time Lin Xiang pretended to be a fool, pulling him to say sorry cautiously.

Huo Sirong carried Lin Xiang back to the soft bed, and roared, "Don't fucking watch, treat him!"

The doctors swarmed up and surrounded Lin Xiang.

That night Huo Sirong stayed up all night, going back and forth between Lin Yan and Lin Xiang's wards, his body seemed to be no longer his own, his consciousness was floating in the air, flying to the cold and rainy night ten years ago, to the hot and restless night three years ago summer night.

In the rainy night, the buds of life screamed, and Lin Yan cried, "Brother Huo, don't close your eyes!"

Lin Xiang lay on him in the summer night, the boy's cheeks were as red as clouds: "Don't look at me."

Huo Sirong sat back on the chair wearily, Wen Yao went to investigate and beat Lin Xiang's group.

The person who came in at the door was the nurse who took care of Lin Yan in the nursing home.

The nurse took out a letter from his pocket, handed it to Huo Sirong cautiously, and explained: "Young Master Lin wrote it when he was awake, and told you that if he might not wake up, he will give it to you."

Huo Sirong threw away the tip to dismiss the nurse, and couldn't wait to open Lin Yan's letter.

With a few words and messy handwriting, it can be seen that Lin Yan at that time had difficulty controlling the nerves in his wrist.

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Brother Huo:

If I can't wake up again, this letter will be left as your suicide note.

I can guess the relationship between you and the second child. When he called me, he hinted that I should leave you. I wondered why the second child hated me being friends with you, and he replied that I am not good enough for you.I guessed then that you were together, right?So I understand your reluctance to bear him.

He is also my own brother, and now that I am dying, I am also reluctant to let him draw even a drop of blood.It's just that the world is too beautiful, and I'm still not reconciled.In my short 24 years of life, I can only sigh at the moment, how lucky I am to meet you.

Brother Huo, when I was young, before I left for the United States, I knew what you wanted. Unfortunately, I was ignorant and afraid of men falling in love at that time.Now when I look back, I am already disabled, and I dare not confide my heart.Just let me have a dream, if one day I wake up and you are still there, we will risk the world's disgrace and stay together forever, okay?

Lin Yan.

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If Lin Yan, who has been thinking so much, wakes up, will he be with him?Huo Sirong's hands trembled as he pinched the paper as thin as cicada's wings. It was as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, which made him unable to breathe or vomit, and the position of his heart was locked tightly, sour.

Does Lin Yan know his intentions?Huo Sirong raised his head and hit the brick behind him with his fist.

He stood up and walked to Lin Yan's ward, his steps were very light, as if he was afraid of waking up the dreamer.

Lin Yan's appearance was the same as before, except that the naked|exposed skin was white and bloodless, and the oxygen mask was covered with a layer of mist, which was the proof that Lin Yan was still alive.

Does Lin Yan like him too?Huo Sirong punched the wall, regretting endlessly, how could he ignore the seriously ill Lin Yan for the sake of the healthy Lin Xiang?

Is he worthy of Lin Yan?Huo Sirong closed his eyes, with unbearable pain appearing between his brows.