I want to be your white moonlight

Your undeniable bias left me with an unspeakable loss.

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Wen Yao found the group who beat and scolded Lin Xiang, and before reporting to the school, he used the company's public relations team to exaggerate the campus bullying incident.

After the last incident of slandering and plagiarism, Ningbei University has renewed its stains.

Huo Sirong reposted the Weibo of the public relations big V, criticizing the campus bullying for causing great harm to students.

He is a double actor with both popularity and strength. Within 10 minutes after posting on Weibo, he immediately reached the top of the trending search list.

Microblogs, forums, and post bars were all over the place for a while, and the whole body was affected by one hair. The campus bullying cases that had been kept secret in various places in the past resurfaced. Many netizens who had suffered from it stood up and condemned Ningbei University as a century-old prestigious school. But scandals continued.

The pseudonym Lin Xiang used in the Weibo broke the news, and his face was covered with a thick layer of mosaic in the short video, so except for close friends, no one knew that the victim was Lin Xiang.

As for the few remaining graduates, their homes were "ransacked" by netizens, and their notoriety spread all over the country. They would be beaten wherever they went.

Ningbei University official Weibo issued a long apology, saying that it will strengthen the security of the school.

Lin Xiang's four seniors hid at home all day and did not dare to go out, until one day they were tricked by an unknown number to an open space in the suburbs, where they were beaten severely all afternoon. , like a dog."

When the police invited them into the police station for tea, the four youths were beaten until their mothers hardly knew each other.

Central Hospital.

Lin Xiang was really too thin, an unhealthy thinness. His attending physician told Huo Sirong: Lin Xiang's body can still struggle because of his young age. If he continues to struggle like this, he will fall ill sooner or later.

In front of Huo Sirong, the old professor who was helping the world with the pot sighed repeatedly: "No one cared about this child in the past, right? If someone cared about him, why would he wear clothes that faded after washing and have so many bruises on his body.

Huo Sirong was speechless, quietly listening to the old professor's nagging.

"Look at the suture scar on his waist. Some people can get rid of it with some snacks and rubbing medicine. It's just such an ugly scar. It's like an earthworm pestling there, hey."

The nurse sent Lin Xiang's physical examination report, and the old professor propped up his reading glasses, frowned his gray eyebrows, and read slowly to Huo Sirong: "Hypoglycemia...anemia...acute gastroenteritis...Mr. Huo, this child Did you pick it up while you were doing charity work?"

The old professor didn't know Lin Xiang's origin. Although the Lin Yan sent by Huo Sirong was suffering from intractable diseases, his other conditions met the living standards of a rich kid. It reminded him of the poor child in a poor family who sold his blood to survive.

Thinking of his naughty grandson, the old professor felt more empathy for Lin Xiang, and couldn't help worrying about him: "If you don't have time to take care of him, why don't you send him to my house. We are all doctors and can take care of him at any time. His golden blood is precious."

"I didn't pick it up for charity," Huo Sirong only explained, "I'm his temporary guardian."

The old professor frowned even more, and looked at Huo Sirong with distrust in his eyes. After a long time, he pushed the medical examination report to Huo Sirong without saying anything, and tapped his fingers: "If the biological parents are still there , it is best to let him live with his parents."

"An outsider would take care of him with all his heart!" The old professor was angry at his dantian, and he didn't know if he said this to Huo Sirong, who had an ugly face, or to Lin Xiang, who was waking up in the opposite ward from afar.

The ward took up half of the wall, even outside the window, the sun was streaming in, just passing by his delicate eyebrows and eyes, even the fine hairs on the surface of the skin were faintly visible, his slender fingertips trembled slightly, and slowly opened his eyelids.

Pain, Lin Xiang hissed softly, thirsty, he opened his mouth: "Huo..."

Huo Sirong pushed open the door, just in time for Wen Yao to send him the short video.

Lin Xiang struggled to twist her neck, which was as hard as a stone, turned her head with a pale face, and said with dry lips, "Sir."

Huo Sirong stopped in front of the door, paused for a long time, and then walked forward slowly.

Lin Xiang, however, seemed to be suddenly stimulated, crawling back on the ground with hands and feet, half of his body suspended in the air, suddenly lost his balance, and got off the bed with a plop, Huo Sirong felt pain when he heard the movement.

Dust floats with the beam of light in the sun.

Huo Sirong stepped forward in twos and twos, and hugged him, his face showed no emotion, as usual cold and indifferent.

Lin Xiang grabbed his collar and looked up eagerly: "Don't hit me, I didn't come late on purpose."

Lin Xiang backed away hastily just now, because he was afraid that Huo Sirong would beat him up without saying a word?

Huo Sirong put him back on the soft bed, Lin Xiang pulled his sleeve, Huo Sirong sighed silently from the bottom of his heart, leaned over and kissed the boy's brow lightly, as light as a feather.

Lin Xiang got up, ignoring the glucose liquid needle on the back of her hand, before Huo Sirong got up, hugged his neck heavily, and said with lingering fear: "Don't scare me from now on, I thought something happened to you..."

"It's your brother." Huo Sirong broke his arm and pushed Lin Xiang back without resistance.

Lin Xiang turned pale with shock when she heard the words, at a loss what to do, she stared at Huo Sirong's eyes as deep as a pool and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with him? Is he in the hospital?"

He reached out to pull out the liquid needle, pulled the slippers off the bed, and staggered towards the door: "Something must have happened to him, please take me to see him."

"Look at this first." When the matter came to an end, Huo Sirong was not so impatient. He handed the small video Wen Yao shot to Lin Xiang.

The four seniors rolled over in the mud with snot and tears all over their faces, screaming and begging for mercy.That description would only make her a hundred times worse than that of Lin Xiang that day.

Lin Xiang seemed to be frightened by this hell-like horror, and stepped back half a step.

"They've ruined their lives." Huo Sirong ruthlessly pronounced the sentence, and then asked Taobao's customer service for comments, asking bluntly and mercilessly, "Did you relieve your anger?" It seemed that he did this only to complete the imperative task.

Lin Xiang lowered her eyes, gave a low voice, and didn't speak any more.

Huo Sirong stretched out his hand, the palm was broad and thick, the purple veins were like branches of a big tree, with branches growing horizontally.

Lin Xiang obediently led her up, as if grasping the distant and unknown future, trembling with fear, but full of inexplicable longing.

Huo Sirong led him to the intensive care unit at the end of the corridor, separated by a huge glass wall, the sunlight warmed the sleeping youth like warm jade, the light scattered, and golden spots of light rose and fell along with the dust.

"Brother!" Lin Xiang was shocked. The last time he saw Lin Yan, the other party was still discussing Li Du with him. How did Lin Yan become like this in less than three months?

Huo Sirong picked out important words and explained them to him concisely.

After hearing this, Lin Xiang fell silent: "So in order to save my brother, I have to make his blood bag, right?"

Lin Xiang's silence made Huo Sirong even more irritable. Let me ask who would be willing to make a blood bag. If the oil is exhausted, Lin Xiang may never be able to get rid of the fate of supplying blood to Lin Yan for the rest of his life. It seems that Lin Xiang was born, Just to serve as a foil to my brother.

Huo Sirong gave Lin Yan everything, a superior growth environment, affluent food and clothing, and meticulous warm care.

Huo Sirong almost responded to Lin Yan's requests, except for a little hesitation in the matter of blood transfusion, which directly caused Lin Yan to turn into a vegetative state.

"When I was 14 years old, my brother was eighteen, you sent someone to pick him up, and I haven't heard from him since then." Lin Xiang muttered while holding the glass wall, "My mother said that my brother has gone to live a rich life. "

"Until I was 17 years old, you appeared again, and this time you finally came for me." Lin Xiang opened his mouth, and the hot air in his mouth hit the cold glass wall, forming a circle of white mist, and he muttered to himself : "When my brother met you, I was fourteen. When I met you, I was also fourteen."

"But in your heart, after all, I...can't compare to him." Lin Xiang drooped his shoulders listlessly, like an eggplant beaten by frost, his forehead was pressed against the glass wall, his cheeks were blue and white, and his fingers were trembling like twitching.

He couldn't help but think of how the four seniors were beaten in the short video, and that night, Huo Sirong was so angry that he punched him indiscriminately, and his whole soul was blown away.

If I disagree, you will definitely deal with me like you deal with them, Lin Xiang thought sadly and firmly.

On the one hand, Lin Yan is his own brother, and he should help his brother no matter what the reason is, on the other hand, Huo Sirong will not allow him to be unwilling.

He doesn't have a choice at all.

"You don't want to." Huo Sirong interrupted his thoughts, his tone was calm, without the slightest bit of sullenness or reprimand, he just said that.

Lin Xiang turned around dazedly, no, I am willing, he wanted to say.But after holding back for a long time with his mouth open, looking at Huo Sirong's expressionless and cold face, he couldn't utter half a syllable after all.

"You are too selfish." Huo Sirong Gujing commented calmly.

Lin Xiang was silent, and Huo Sirong handed Lin Yan's handwritten last letter to him.

Lin Xiang was a fast reader. He could really read ten lines at a glance. It took him only three seconds to read the entire content of a letter of less than 10 characters, and then it took him a full [-] minutes to understand Lin Yan's meaning word by word.

He never let Lin Yan alienate Huo Sirong, even he had to get Huo Sirong's permission to talk to Lin Yan on the phone. During the conversation between the two, Lin Xiang didn't even dare to mention Huo Sirong's name.

How could he have the audacity to say that Lin Yan is not good enough for Huo Sirong.

Lin Xiang always thought that Lin Yan was a straight man, so Lin Yan would not like Huo Sirong, and Huo Sirong acted as if he would never get Lin Yan, that's why Lin Xiang dared to stay by Huo Sirong's side. .

But today, when the matter has come to this point, Lin Yan looked back regretfully in the letter, showing that he also had intentions for Huo Sirong, since the concubine loves you, why didn't Huo Sirong reject him from the beginning, Lin Yan And why did he have to watch him sink into the mud before tearing open the gap.

The two teamed up to tease him?

Are they crazy?

Not to mention that Huo Sirong is an outsider, Lin Yan is his own brother, couldn't Lin Yan give him a hand and remind him to stay away from Huo Sirong?

No, not only did Lin Yan not do that, he even personally sent Huo Sirong to Lin Xiang's side.

If Lin Yan hadn't wanted Lin Xiang to continue his studies back then, Huo Sirong would never have come back to look for him.

At that time Lin Xiang was full of gratitude to Lin Yan, but now all the gratitude turned into bouts of nausea, piercing pain, spreading from the abdomen to the limbs.

Lin Xiang clutched his throbbing stomach, and squatted down very slowly. After being burnt by fanatical emotion and terrible betrayal, his rationality gradually returned to the furnace. He grabbed the shiny glass wall and saw his own embarrassed and weak reflection.

"Sir," Lin Xiang turned his back to Huo Sirong, squatted on the ground, gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "Let's negotiate a condition."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Lin [raise Erkang's hand]: Sledgehammer, is that you, are you a stick? !

Lao Huo: [silence]

Director: Dalin, your box lunch has arrived!

Dalin: [overturned]

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That's right, I'm going out to watch the game tomorrow, maybe I won't update tomorrow morning

Maybe maybe see you on Monday!

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