I want to be your white moonlight

Life is like a roller coaster, an exciting one, no one can predict the next second, the agreed forever will soon turn into a breakup now.

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A week later, Chen Rong passed away, and the marriage between Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang officially came into effect.

Lin Xiang watched the burial of his mother, who had worked so hard for half his life, beside the hillside of the cemetery, the weather was gloomy and the breeze was blowing.

Huo Sirong was wearing a windbreaker, sunglasses, a mask and a baseball cap, looking like a thief.

Lin Xiang couldn't tell what kind of emotion was in his heart, he suddenly felt great fear and confusion about the future.

Aunt He took his hand and comforted him silently.

The healthy and hardworking mother was vaguely visible when she was young, and turned into a speck of dust under the loess in the blink of an eye.

In the evening, Lin Xiang sent Aunt He to the train back to his hometown. It was inconvenient for Huo Sirong to appear in crowded places, so he drove his Audi to follow Lin Xiang.

Lin Xiang seemed very sad, but unexpectedly calm, he held back the whole day without shedding a single tear.

It was inevitable that Huo Sirong was worried, but he couldn't express it too clearly, so he followed him calmly and indifferently, without making any extra moves.

Lin Xiang wandered to the side of the riverside road, staring at the jagged river surface in a daze.

The colorful lights fluctuate with the waves of the river, the night breeze pours into the collar of the collar, and the noise of the night market rises in the distance, and the beam of light moves to the dark sky.

Pedestrians seldom pass by this corner. Lin Xiang leaned against the darkness and raised his eyes to look around, but his eyes were not looking around.

"Lin Er, come here." Huo Sirong appeared at some unknown time, and stood not far behind him, commanding in a low voice.

Lin Xiang shook his head and looked back at Mr. Huo. He took off his sunglasses and mask, like a stone statue standing firmly in the darkness, watching him silently.

"Sir," Lin Xiang laughed at himself, "I seem to have lost everything."

He Siyuan, a good friend since childhood, parted ways with him.

Not only was the elder brother not his own, but he was plotting against him in order to save his own life.

In order not to burden him, his mother chose to end her lingering life early.

And Huo Sirong, Mr. Huo doesn't like him.

With a sharp pain in his heart, facing Huo Sirong, Lin Xiang slowly squatted down, hugged his knees and lowered his head, and couldn't help but feel sorry for himself: "I'm so useless."

Huo Sirong said, "Stand up."

Lin Xiang looked up at his handsome silhouette.

Huo Sirong lowered his head: "At least you don't have to worry about your life. Back then, I had to pretend to be a fool in order to escape the threat from my biological father. What are you?"

"Are you comforting me?"

"No."

Lin Xiang showed a pale smile: "Then we are married?"

"Ah."

Lin Xiang grasped the palm that Huo Sirong offered, and stood up with his strength. Huo Sirong scooped him up, put him on his shoulder and walked steadily towards the private car.

Lin Xiang tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, and whispered in a dizzy shaking, "Mom will definitely enjoy happiness in her next life."

"Ah."

She probably didn't expect Huo Sirong to answer him, Lin Xiang's heart was hot, her eye circles were sour, and she choked up and said, "Everything will be fine."

"meeting."

Just like the promise from the goddess of fate, in the boundless darkness, when he was drowsy, he broke through the dense clouds, and a ray of warm dawn rose from the ground.

The man supported his body with strong strength, and together in the wind and waves, in this grotesque world, they defeated the darkness and reached the light.

"Huo Sirong, do you like me?" Lin Xiang shouted loudly.

Huo Sirong carried him, and they passed the main road, pedestrians on both sides looked at them curiously, cars honked hurriedly on the bloated road, and there was a bubbling noise from bars and KTVs.

Caressed by the breeze, surrounded by the years.

Saying that you treat me better is not enough, of course it is not enough, I hope that you like me, so that I don't have to be trembling in this relationship that has a beginning and end, and I don't have to look up to the sky with dirty and humble love stars.

How I wish you would turn around and see me.

If you only have eyes for me, then I'm nothing.

But if I had nothing, would you still follow me?

I like you, love at first sight, the world does not change its heart, the sun and the moon are not easy to change their name, through the wind, flowers, snow and moon, it is the original heart.

"I'm just cheap, why do I still like you? You're obviously so bad." Lin Xiang muttered aggrievedly.

Huo Sirong threw him into the back seat of the car, bought two cans of beer, and opened one for Lin Xiang: "You can only drink half of it."

A 21-year-old boy is no longer young, but no matter how Huo Sirong looks at it from any angle, Lin Xiang is still a child, like a magnolia that is about to bloom, white and immature, soft and deceitful.

Even if Lin Xiang is presumptuous and dares to play petty temper with him, in Huo Sirong's eyes, he is still a startled little hedgehog, aggrievedly erecting the soft thorns around his body, saying that he wants to fight the big bad wolf It's life and death, but it's still in the palm of the beast, being rubbed and pinched.

Huo Sirong squeezed beside him and closed the rear door.

Lin Xiang slumped her shoulders, raised her head and took a gulp of beer, her face flushed from choking, and she coughed.

"Humble." Lin Xiang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

He was overwhelmed with alcohol, and not long after, he leaned against the car door drunk, his eyes were flooded with water, his lips were bright red, holding a beer can, he pointed a finger at Huo Sirong: "It's too humble to lick a dog."

"I'm not a dog licker." Huo Sirong's head was full of black lines, Lin Xiang opened his mouth wide, and spewed alcohol at him, murmuring vaguely: "I am. I don't want to like you anymore, I like you, sincerely tired."

"In the future, I'll treat you better." Huo Sirong raised his hand and brushed half of Lin Xiang's face, squeezed his shoulder, and lifted the boy to his side: "You can continue to like it."

Lin Xiang half-kneeled in the back seat of the car, stared at him drunkenly, smiled silly twice, and said, "We seem to be married."

Huo Sirong took out two bright silver men's rings from his pockets. The design was simple and simple without any extra decorations. At first glance, it looked like two unremarkable silver rings. The names of the two men were engraved on the inside with engraved characters.

"Wedding ring." Huo Sirong said in a serious manner, but Lin Xiang was at a loss: "Huh?"

Huo Sirong held his left hand, and carefully pushed the ring into the third section of Lin Xiang's ring finger with the help of the lights inside the car.

A well-designed ring may seem inconspicuous, but in fact every inch has been carefully measured by the blacksmith. The inner ring takes a longer time to carve and engrave complex Chinese characters into it in an extremely delicate and artistic way.

The expensive but simple men's ring was put on Lin Xiang's finger calmly and tightly.

"It's your turn." Huo Sirong felt an inexplicable excitement in his chest. He ordered two wedding rings out of a whim, but he never thought that when the rings really come in handy, he would feel such an indescribable emotion. throbbing.

That kind of throbbing is like a college entrance examination candidate waiting for the results to be released, like a stranded fish shaking its body waiting for the next high tide, like a morning with clear sky and clear sky in the alley after eight thousand miles of road clouds and moon.

Lin Xiang picked up another ring, seemed to be drunk, but also sober, squeezed the man's finger, and pushed it into the ring inch by inch.

Lin Xiang suddenly shed two lines of tears. From the time Chen Rong passed away to the present, the long-suppressed tear glands burst out.

The beer can was knocked down, and the clear yellow wine flowed out, soaking the carpet in the car, and the unreachable future seemed to have fallen into the palm of your hand.

"I'll support you," Huo Sirong said, "for a lifetime."

Anyway, it has been raised for three years, and it seems nothing to raise it for another lifetime, Mr. Huo thought calmly.

"I'll give you whatever you want." Huo Sirong added casually.

"Where's the star from that day? Can you pick it?" Lin Xiang sneered, and after Huo Sirong thought about it seriously, he said, "I can send a penny to NASA, hoping they will bring back stones from other planets and give them to you." .”

"..." Lin Xiang smiled: "Snake spirit disease, you are mentally retarded."

Huo Sirong narrowed his eyes, before Lin Xiang got angry, he said in time, "Me too."

Huo Sirong's hair, which was about to explode, was calmed down anyway.

Lin Xiang lay on Huo Sirong's shoulder, hiccupping.

While rubbing his belly, Huo Sirong opened the car window to listen to the earnest teachings of the traffic police comrades.

"Handsome guy, you can't park here, you'll have to pay a fine!" The traffic policeman said, "Here, get a ticket, drive away! It's blocking the sidewalk, you two."

Huo Sirong turned to the front seat, Lin Xiang leaned his head on the pillow, slanted on the ground, hugged his left hand, and talked sleepily, he fell asleep.

The traffic police comrades watched the Audi drive away, murmuring: "Why does this person look more and more like that? No way, celebrities come to such a small place?!"

The two slept in isolation until early the next morning, when Wen Yao woke them up with a series of fatal calls.

Lin Xiang got up full of anger, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, picked up the pillow and hit Huo Sirong across the face.

Huo Sirong removed the pillow, only to hear Yao say in an eager tone with fire burning his eyebrows: "Sir, it's been two days since you spread the news that Lin Da is the only son of the Lin family, and Lin Yan woke up!"

Huo Sirong frowned: "What? Where is the person now?"

"He ordered me to leave the hospital in the morning. When I came back at noon, he disappeared. According to the security guard, Young Master Lin left by himself!" Wen Yao gasped, "No one knows where he went."

Lin Yan woke up at the wrong time. Before Huo Sirong arranged the whole plan, Lin Yan suddenly woke up and disrupted the whole rhythm. Who the hell knew that Lin Yan woke up at this time?

Huo Sirong had to take Lin Xiang back to Ningbei in advance.

The situation in Ningbei was chaotic, Lin Yan disappeared, news of Huo Sirong's marriage leaked, and Wen Yao spent a lot of time arranging public relations to deal with follow-up matters.

Huo Sirong felt troubled.

Lin Xiang was still on summer vacation, Huo Sirong was too busy to touch the ground, Lin Xiang didn't bother to bother him, so he found a milk tea shop to do odd jobs.

On the night of midsummer in early August, Huo Sirong personally drove to the milk tea shop to pick him up.

It was impossible for him to show up, so he hid in the car like a thief, his eyes following Lin Xiang's thin figure.

The young man was wearing a white shirt and black shorts, with soft hair and a faint smile on his regular face.

The chubby female colleague poked Lin Xiang's elbow and pointed out the window: "Hey, the Audi that picked you up is here again."

Lin Xiang turned her head and raised her eyes. He couldn't see Huo Sirong, but Huo Sirong could see him, and their eyes met.

Lin Xiang pursed her lower lip lightly, and the store manager came over and said, "Lin Xiang, you can go, your replacement is here!"

He agreed, packed his messenger bag and put it on his shoulder, and hurried to the Audi co-pilot, the door opened a small crack, he quickly got in, and said to Huo Sirong beside him: "Sir, every time you come to pick me up, I am worried." You revealed your identity."

Huo Sirong glanced at him in the rearview mirror, and said in a low voice, "You are afraid of being exposed and married me."

Lin Xiang smiled awkwardly, noncommittal.

"I have a gift for you." Huo Sirong held the steering wheel with both hands, tapped the surface with his index finger, and looked straight out of the front window.

"What?" Lin Xiang turned to look at him.

"Your letter of authorization." Huo Sirong pulled out the document bag from the glove box and threw it to Lin Xiang: "Now, do what you should do."

Lin Xiang understood what he meant, hugged the original letter of authorization with great excitement, opened the crossbody bag, pulled out a pile of red notes, put his hands together, and respectfully offered the cash salary just paid today: "Two thousand and two, excluding tax."