I want to be your white moonlight

That night, Lin Xiang fell asleep early, and Huo Sirong had empty beer cans and bottles scattered around him.

He tore off the pull ring, sighed heavily, and swallowed half a can of beer with his head up, holding the unfinished part in his hand, shaking it unpleasantly.

Lin Xiang said that he "can't write anymore", just like saying he "don't want it", calm and indifferent.

Huo Sirong and literary writing, when Lin Xiang was young, he regarded the two as his left and right hands, but he did not expect that one day, he would quietly give up all of them.

Ideals are the same as likes. When they come, they are vigorous and earth-shattering. When they are discarded, they will be managed in a miserable way and end in dismay.

Lin Xiang did not like him anymore.

Huo Sirong picked up the jar and smashed it against the wall, anger, hatred, regret and fear covered the atrium, and a huge sense of loss flowed out of his heart like a tumbling wine.

I hurt him badly, so he gave up.

Huo Sirong thought to himself, is this what Lin Xiang said, "One day, likes will turn into dislikes"?

Huo Sirong bent down unbearably, with his elbows supporting his thighs in vain, his thick black hair drooping down, his whole body was covered with a layer of decadence and depression.

Back then Lin Xiang was said to be cheap, but now looking back at the past, Huo Sirong was the real cheap.

Mr. Huo was thinking self-destructively. When he had it, he would throw it away as if he didn't know how to cherish it. When he lost it, he would start screaming and begging his father to tell his mother. What a fucking fool.

He closed his heavy eyelids, fell on his back in the couch, and breathed with his mouth wide open in pain.

——"Ask yourself, Mr. Huo, which one do you like?" At that time, the child would still ask him, even though his eyes were full of despair, but he still cared.

But now, Lin Xiang didn't care at all, so he didn't ask or answer.

He doesn't care, he doesn't want it, no matter what he gives him, it doesn't matter to him anymore.

Just like He Siyuan who was thrown away by him, he used to be able to wear a pair of underpants when he was close, and he couldn't even blink his eyes when they parted ways.

In terms of cold blood, Lin Er, who inherited Lynch Mountain's bloodline, did not lose to his father.

Huo Sirong thought over and over again, and was afraid over and over again.No matter which angle he thinks from, he doesn't think that Lin Xiang may change his mind.

Impossible, the probability is less than one tenth of a percent.

Can he keep Lin Xiang by his side, and how long can he keep him?Huo Sirong couldn't figure it out, and didn't dare to think deeply.

He was holding a beer bottle, sitting under the dark sky, surrounded by vast fields, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the world, lonely and helpless.

At that time, did Lin Xiang, who lost Chen Rong, also feel such emotions?

The child was squatting on the bank of the Chuancheng River with his knees hugged. Behind him was the endless black water, and the sound of the water traveled far away.

None of them thought that one day everything would collapse like dominoes, and nothing would be left behind.

Do I like Lin Xiang?

Huo Sirong spent a long time thinking about this question.

The word "like" is more abstract than philosophy. He hugged Lin Xiang's clothes, looked up at the dark and starless sky, and repeated the answer countless times in his heart.

do not know.

he does not know.

However, the feeling of wanting to have him and wanting to keep him by his side is real and palpable.

I like him, I love him, Huo Sirong thought, it should be so.

Until Lin Xiang came back, until liking was torn out of a huge crack, and the pain of struggling to get rid of it clearly engraved love on the heart.

Lin Xiang cannot be let go.Thinking to the end, Huo Sirong gritted his teeth and thought, never let him go.

He smashed the beer bottle, clenched his fists tightly, and the veins popped out on the back of his hand, as if densely covered with spider webs, trapping him in a great panic of worrying about gains and losses.

Huo Sirong got up abruptly and went back to the bedroom.

Lin Xiang got up at night, unable to touch the bedside light switch, and muttered annoyedly.

Huo Sirong turned on the overhead light, and Lin Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly to avoid the direct glare of the light.

"I'll carry you." Huo Sirong squatted down in front of him.

"Get lost, I'm not mentally handicapped." Lin Xiang kicked him irritably.

Huo Sirong was not annoyed either, he grabbed the chain between his hands and shook it lightly: "It's not convenient."

Lin Xiang was furious: "You have the face to mention it?!"

"I have a thick skin." Huo Sirong said, "You know that."

Lin Xiang: "..."

Huo Sirong was just like taking care of young children, he had to personally handle everything related to Lin Xiang, even trivial things like going to the toilet, he had to follow suit.

Lin Xiang was ashamed and indignant, and said in disgust, "You're disgusting me, right Huo Sirong?"

Huo Sirong didn't realize it, pulled up his pajama pants for him, patted Lin Xiang's butt, and said in a low voice: "Sleep, or I'll take you to exercise."

"Be your mother." Lin Xiang couldn't bear it anymore, and burst into a curse.

Huo Sirong carried him on his shoulders and threw him back on the bed.

Before Lin Xiang could react, Huo Sirong bullied himself onto him.

Lin Xiang's hairs stood on end, every nerve was tense with vigilance, he whispered, "Don't touch me."

It is obvious that many times of resistance are ineffective. After experiencing more times, the hoarse struggle turned into a cautious pleading.

"Well, I won't touch you." Huo Sirong agreed with all his heart, and he slid his big hands into Lin Xiang's pajamas, patted his bare|naked back, brushed his palms against his spine, and sighed.

"Too thin." Huo Sirong said with a hold.

The boulder hanging in Lin Xiang's heart thumped to the ground, throwing out dust all over the sky.

"Lin Xiang, if we have children, will you stay?" Huo Sirong asked suddenly, Lin Xiang's face was numb: "Men can't have children, are you crazy?"

"Oh, what a pity." Huo Sirong said flatly.

Lin Xiang's scalp was numb, and he deeply suspected that Huo Sirong was going crazy, and wanted to install an artificial womb for him.

"Illegal." Lin Xiang said tremblingly: "Artificial wombs are not allowed morally, and... you forced me, it is illegal in the first place."

"Artificial womb?" Huo Sirong asked back, "What?"

Lin Xiang: "..."

"Nothing." He quickly replied, "Sleep."

Huo Sirong took him into his arms, but Lin Xiang couldn't resist, so he could only fall asleep with his pillow on Huo Sirong's hot chest.

Five days later, Joyce finally arrived in Ningbei with Gao Zhen.

Lin Xiang couldn't believe it, Joyce called the police.

Joey, a gangster who used to dominate East London, was unexpectedly familiar with the importance of the police and the law.

He took Gao Zhen to the local police station to report, saying that his friend Lin Yan was lost.

The police uncle immediately stated that he wanted to show foreign friends their high-efficiency working ability, so he investigated and collected evidence with great enthusiasm, and followed the clues.

It is not difficult to find Lin Xiang at Huo Sirong's house.

In the early morning, the police came to the door. Huo Sirong had just woken Lin Xiang up and was about to take him to have breakfast.

There are criminal police and civilian police.

The early morning in midsummer was already somewhat warm, and Huo Sirong probably realized that the visitor was not kind, so he locked Lin Xiang in the bedroom, and told him, "Be quiet."

Lin Xiang looked outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and caught a glimpse of a dazzling blond hair outside the iron gate of the villa.

Joey really has ideas. He first reported that Lin Yan was missing, and then said that he was illegally detained, so the criminal police followed the police to come to collect evidence.

Tracing people is a civil matter, as for illegal detention, that is a criminal case.

Huo Sirong was in business, and it was beyond his ability to deal with the state apparatus. The criminal police came to search without saying a word, and easily found Lin Xiang who was locked in the bedroom.

It was a bit embarrassing to talk about the scene at that time, Joyce's jaw almost dropped to the ground: "Are you playing Prison | Confinement play?!"

Lin Xiang rolled his eyes at him.

A group of people confronted each other under the sun. The criminal police knew Huo Sirong, and politely invited him to drink tea: "Mr. Huo, you are suspected of illegal detention and restriction of personal freedom, please come with us."

The police removed Lin Xiang's bracelet and brought it back to the police station as evidence.

Huo Sirong was trapped by the police and watched Lin Xiang walk to Joyce.

He asked in a jealous tone that he didn't even realize: "Who is he?!"

The policemen looked back at him one after another, wary of his sudden attack.But Huo Sirong only asked angrily and snapped, and he didn't do anything.

"Oh," Joyce put his arms around Lin Xiang's shoulders, and said lazily, "I'm his boyfriend."

Lin Xiang frowned slightly.

police:"……???"

Huo Sirong was furious, and in an instant, he rushed out of the police circle and rushed towards Lin Xiang and Joyce.

His speed was so fast that no one could see clearly, only a blink of an eye, the tall and skilled man had already overturned the foreign friend to the ground.

Huo Sirong sat on Joyce's belly and punched him down, blood was seen.

An angry Mr. Huo threatened: "You'd better stay away from him!"

Joyce was not a vegetarian either. He broke free from the shackles with his hands and feet, hit Huo Sirong's abdomen with his back elbow, rolled up his sleeves and shouted: "FUCKYOU!"

The police rushed forward in twos and threes and pulled the two wrestling men away. They tried to pull the enraged Huo Sirong into the police car.

Two detectives, each with one arm, held Huo Sirong firmly.

Huo Sirong struggled, kicked in the air, his forehead burst out with intertwined veins, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Joyce fiercely.

At that glance, it was full of blood.

No one doubted that once the police let go, Huo Sirong would immediately rush up, like a primitive and ferocious beast, and tear Joyce into pieces with sharp claws.

Joyce stared back unwillingly.

Lin Xiang frowned, stopped Joey who was about to beat up Huo Sirong, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

That sound was as thin as a gnat, but Huo Sirong heard it clearly in his ears.

He looked at Lin Xiang, furious: "Lin Xiang, who is he?!"

"It has nothing to do with you." Lin Xiang replied coldly.

Joey rolled his eyes, pulled Lin Xiang, bent down, and wiped his cold lips with a little water.

At that moment, the temperature of the sun skyrocketed.

At least three more policemen rushed up and surrounded Huo Sirong, whose danger value soared.

Huo Sirong's stiff and handsome face quickly tensed and twisted because of anger.

Lin Xiang even heard the click of his teeth.

Maybe Lin Xiang couldn't detect it, but the rival knows the rival best, and Huo Sirong felt uneasy and threatened.

The provocation in Joey's eyes, as well as his covetousness for Lin Xiang, almost overflowed his body.

Only Lin Xiang, a bastard, was always ignorant.

"If you dare to attack him, I will destroy you." Huo Sirong threatened viciously.

Joey and Huo Sirong only needed to look at each other to understand that there must be a tense relationship between them.

The word "enemy" followed by a rival in love is not just a catchphrase.

Every time Joey changed a girlfriend, he had to report to Lin Xiang, and tried every means to arouse his strange emotions.

It's a pity that Lin Xiang's second match was ignored, and he would forget it when he heard it, or he would laugh at him for changing his girlfriend more diligently than changing his underwear.

"Why attack him?" Joey asked Lin Xiang with a smile.

Lin Xiang struggled slightly, and Joey calmly increased his strength. He almost held Lin Xiang in place, making him unable to move.

"He was my lover, but it was you, Mr. Huo, who illegally detained him so that we couldn't meet. It's too bad that you did this."

Joey's Mandarin is quite fluent, and he doesn't even breathe when he opens his mouth, and he doesn't change his face when he tells a lie.

Lin Xiang once suspected that Joey's level of shamelessness might be comparable to that of Huo Sirong.

"Bastard!" Huo Sirong yelled angrily, he struggled and tried to rush forward, and beat Joyce until the peony blossomed red.

All the policemen stepped forward together, holding Huo Sirong tightly.

Lin Xiang looked back, and Huo Sirong's angry and disappointed eyes pierced naked|naked at him, because of excessive force, the naked|exposed skin turned red, and even his neck became thick.

Lin Xiang pulled Joey to go a little further, the anger in Huo Sirong's eyes turned into panic, he stared at him desperately and longingly, and he yelled at Lin Xiang: "Don't go!"

Huo Sirong has lived until now, and he has despaired twice in his life.

The first time was on a rainy night, when Lin Yan and Lin Yan were under the cliff, groping for survival. At that time, their lives were at stake.

The second time was in the early morning of midsummer, when the sun showed signs of ferocity and was eager to scorch and burn the earth. His Lin Xiang was in someone else's arms, running against him, and then gradually drifting away.

"Lin Xiang!" Huo Sirong's hoarse and rough shout startled the birds, and the green leaves on the roadside rustled.

The last time we parted, it took two full years before Huo Sirong could hold him in his arms again.

What about this time?The sudden parting disrupted all plans, the bright future seemed to fall apart, and Lin Xiang was about to leave again.

Goodbye indefinitely?

"Don't go." Huo Sirong hissed and begged: "Don't go."

He was pulled by the arms by the police, with too much force, black and blue bloodstains were pinched out, and the blood flowed backwards and surged, squeezing the scar from Lin Xiang's bite.

pain.

Under the abyss of fear was Lin Xiang's eyes of anger and hatred.

Like shackles and whips, torture his useless sincerity.

"Don't go, I'm good to you." Huo Sirong begged desperately.

Joey raised his hand to cover Lin Xiang's eyes, pulled him around and walked away quickly.

Lin Xiang was trembling, Joey noticed it keenly."Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

A distance of [-] meters, in Huo Sirong's eyes, seemed to be two ends of the world.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Lin Xiang was leaving, with a man who claimed to be his boyfriend, Lin Xiang did not deny it.

Could it be that Lin Xiang no longer likes him because he likes someone else?

It certainly is.

Huo Sirong's eyes were bloodshot, and he was unwilling to give up, tearing his throat and shouting: "Lin Xiang!—"

Lin Xiang shuddered, as if a rapidly running machine suddenly lost power, he stopped in his tracks.

Joyce's hand holding Lin Xiang suddenly tightened.

As if a movie was playing slowly frame by frame, Lin Xiang turned around very slowly and turned his head.

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