I want to be your white moonlight

We live our life like a bloody eight o'clock, so life abuses us into idiots.

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The moment Lin Xiang stopped and turned his head, Huo Sirong seemed to see colorful fireworks all over the sky. They were competing to bloom, which made Huo Sirong elated.

He turned around.Mr. Huo looked at Lin Xiang expectantly and sadly.

"Stupid," Lin Xiang pursed his lips and smiled, "Go to jail."

Joyce laughed unceremoniously, and the expression on Huo Sirong's face froze.

From hell to heaven and back to hell, in just 30 seconds, Huo Sirong just experienced the joys and sorrows of a lifetime.

Like a surging and howling mighty river, it hastily blocked a narrow and tight bend.

The resentment, resentment and jealousy could only be digested internally, with the blood flowing into the limbs and bones, even the face was stiff, and the brain stopped spinning instantly.

Lin Xiang once said, "Why did you come here for me?"

Huo Sirong finally regained his composure. He stood up straight with his back straight, as if he was that cruel and unkind Mr. Huo again.

"Lin Xiang, why have you ever used your sincerity? Since you haven't, why should you blame me for being cruel? Could it be that you are not the boy who seduces men?" He looked at Joey meaningfully.

Joey's smile froze, and it turned into a roaring anger in an instant. He rolled up his sleeves and wanted to fight.

The police quickly formed a human wall and blocked between the two.

It turns out that my conscientious liking, in your eyes, is all obscene and shameless seduction.

Lin Xiang glanced coldly at Huo Sirong from the corner of his eyes, and parted his lips with a half-smile: "Yes, Joey is much better than you."

Joyce was dazed, turned his head suddenly, and looked at him with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Huo Sirong turned around and got into the police car without looking back.

In an instant, the gust of wind suddenly rose, and the clear sky in the early morning was suddenly overcast. The wind blowing from nowhere disturbed the skirt of the clothes, and the leaves and bushes wailed hoarsely.

"Lin Xiang, don't regret it." Feng sent Huo Sirong's last words, whether it was a threat or an admonition.

The red and blue police lights flashed, and the police car blew its horn to clear the way and sped away.

Lin Xiang's slender figure stood stiffly in place, the wind blew through his soft hair, his face became paler and more transparent, and his ten fingers trembled like spasms.

Joey walked up to him, blocked his sight, gently hugged Lin Xiang into his arms, and patted his back: "Aren't you going to destroy him, don't be soft-hearted."

Lin Xiang shook her head, but said nothing.

Joey sighed silently, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, shook him twice, and comforted him: "It's all right, don't worry, I'll help you. By the way, are you going to drink?"

Without any explanation, Joey dragged Lin Xiang into the co-driver, and he drove to the bar street near Ningbei University.

Lin Xiang suddenly said, "Go and have a look at the school."

Joey parked the car in the parking line on the side of the road, and the two entered the school gate side by side.

The guard seemed to recognize Lin Xiang, and greeted him with a smile: "I'm back!"

The uncle guard only said where he went to exchange for two years before returning to school.

Lin Xiang smiled and nodded in response: "Yes."

With his hands in his pockets, Joey walked side by side with Lin Xiang.

There is always a sycamore tree-lined road in the university. The tree-lined road of Ningbei University leads directly to the teaching building and the living area. The two of them wandered aimlessly under the shadow of the mottled trees.

It's summer vacation now, when there are few people.

Two years ago or even earlier, Lin Xiang spent half of his summer vacation at school, because it was impossible for Huo Sirong to go to Bixi. After he returned to Ningbei, Lin Xiang had to be on call.

Lin Xiang delayed her return home and stayed in Ningbei to accompany Huo Sirong who came back occasionally.

Revisiting the old place, things are changing and people are changing, even the state of mind has changed and I can hardly see clearly.

"It's beautiful here." Joey broke the silence.

Lin Xiang pulled the corner of his lower lip unnaturally, and tried his best to put on his trademark social smile, but he couldn't smile, so he could only hang one corner of his mouth in vain, and replied: "Although I don't have as beautiful a degree as my brother, I always feel that, I am very lucky to be admitted to Nanjing University.”

Joey shrugged and said softly, "Your academic qualifications in England are more beautiful. Have you forgotten that the professors think you are very smart?"

"It's just pretending. In fact, I don't know anything about advanced mathematical modeling. I'm a liberal arts student."

A bench was placed by the side of the road, Lin Xiang sat down casually, and leaned lazily on his upper body.

He raised his head and saw the shadows of the trees whirling.

Joey bent over to cover his sight, he bowed his head to stare into Lin Xiang's eyes, and pressed his upper body slightly until his breath intertwined with his breath.

"You still love him." Joey concluded.

Lin Xiang tightly shut her mouth, avoiding Joey's direct gaze.

"He thinks your life in London is good, and he thinks you divorced him voluntarily. But he doesn't know how Lynch Hill treats you."

Joey bent down, intertwined with Lin Xiang, and gently held his hands lying beside him: "But I know."

Lin Xiang trembled, withdrew his hand in a panic, avoided Joey's sideways kiss, and replied coldly with his head tilted: "Joy, we are friends."

Joey's breathing was slightly stagnant, and for a long time, he broke Lin Xiang's jaw and forced him to face himself, and then bit his light-colored lips without saying a word.

The blood on Lin Xiang's face faded instantly. Before Joey tried to take a step forward, he closed his upper and lower teeth and bit Joey's tongue.

"Fuck..." Joey frowned and hissed softly.

Lin Xiang got up and left, Joey raised his hands and followed him closely, apologizing with a playful smile: "Hey, I was wrong, Lin, I'm sorry, just kidding!"

Joey has no morals to begin with. If you want to say that he is joking, it is really possible.

There's no point in making trouble with the Lancasters.

Lin Xiang stopped, and Joey grabbed his shoulders and said with a smile, "I beg your forgiveness."

Lin Xiang waved his hand: "Don't make such jokes in the future, it's boring."

Joey smiled without saying a word.

The two strolled for another half a minute, and on the way, Joey went to the bathroom with an excuse.

The bathroom was empty, and Joey took off the miniature camera on his collar, and he kissed Lin Xiang, impartially, and captured the whole thing.

With a playful arc on the corner of Joey's lips, he sent this video to Wen Yao very maliciously.

At that time, the Internet had exploded.

Lin Xiang's long article was reposted everywhere on Weibo, forums, and post bars, and Huo Sirong's perfect image of a male god collapsed.

In the past ten years since Huo Sirong stepped into the entertainment industry, he has created an unattainable peak.

It is said that the higher the flight, the worse the fall. This fall, the impact was not light, and half of his life was injured.

Huo Sirong's fans struggled to defend, but the official did not speak at all.

The next day, the Weibo trumpet broke the news about the private chat with Wen Yao, and Wen Yao admitted that Huo Sirong had entanglements with the two brothers.

Huo Sirong's sky seemed to be falling down.

Lin Xiang was lying on the big bed in the hotel and brushing Weibo, while Joey was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching financial news.

On Weibo, Huo Sirong's acting career was hit hard, and his works were taken off the shelves one after another.

Due to the bad influence of this incident, even CCTV denounced the artists for their misconduct.

Lin Xiang's long article was full of embellishments and jealousy, portraying Huo Sirong as a heinous and invincible scumbag, and after Wen Yao's veiled admission, Huo Sirong's name as a scumbag was basically confirmed.

As much praise as there was in the past, there is as much abuse now.

Some sensible passers-by also persuaded: "This article may not be all solid."

Anyone who made such remarks would be classified as Huo Zhanan's stinking fans.

With the tense confrontation on the Internet, as the official attitude became clear—to admit the long article, Huo Sirong's public relations team completely shut down, and the situation began to be overwhelmingly criticized.

Lin Xiang never expected that one day the pen in the hands of a literati would become a knife in the hands of others.

The tree fell and the hozen scattered, the wall fell and everyone pushed.

Whether it was due to secret jealousy or the collapse of the proud son of heaven that aroused people's attention, Huo Sirong, who was well-known throughout the country, topped the annual list of shame.

The matter fermented until the third day, and someone picked out the identities of the two brothers.

Wen Yao reacted immediately, let the navy trumpet take the rhythm, turned his gaze from Lin Er to Lin Da, and everyone avoided Lin Xiang in unison.

Even though the incident was so tragic, Lin Xiang was still unscathed.

Huo Sirong didn't move, but it doesn't mean that the Huo family behind Huo Sirong will sit and wait for death.

When the matter progressed to the third day, the highly respected elders of the Huo family immediately mobilized their contacts, dragged Huo Sirong out of the detention center, and took him directly back to the old house of the Huo family.

The Huo family made their fortune in He'an a hundred years ago. He'an is not far from Ningbei, and it is a small second-tier city.

The Huo family is entrenched here, and the family relationship of the Huo family in He'an is complicated and intertwined.It's a man surnamed Huo, maybe three generations of ancestors are brothers.

In such a huge family, the helm has been changed from generation to generation, until Huo Sirong's generation, an unprecedented crisis finally broke out.

It is impossible for the Huo family to abandon a young man at will, abandoning the car to save the pawn.

Huo Srong represented the Huo family to the outside world, not only the source of the family's centripetal force, but also the nominal and actual legal representative of the Huo family.

When the leader of a family collapses, the entire family may fall apart.

The surviving elder of the Huo family is named Huo Chengde, who is Huo Sirong's father's father, that is, Huo Sirong's grandfather.

Huo Chengde was also a powerful figure when he was young, and later gave birth to two sons. The younger son died young, and the elder son was not a fuel-efficient lamp. He forced his father to abdicate at the top, and slaughtered his eldest son at the bottom.

After Huo Sirong replaced his father, he invited Huo Chengde back to China from Japan. Since then, Huo Chengde has been recuperating in He'an, not showing his face easily.

It's not that Huo Chengde didn't know about Huo Sirong's messy things, but he just let Huo Sirong do what he wanted with the idea that his children and grandchildren should be blessed by their own children and grandchildren.

Who knows that this tossing is good, tossing until everyone has finished playing together.

It's crazy.

The Huo family's ancestral house in He'an is located deep in the mountain bay. In the past, the municipal government wanted to develop this generation as a tourist attraction. The Huo family jointly signed a letter and rejected it on the grounds of protecting the environment.

The part-time protection and custody of Huo Sirong's convoy crossed the stream. At the entrance of Huojiawan Village, there was a stone workshop built 300 years ago.

Before entering the stone workshop three times, there are two stone sculptures sitting and lying down, namely Pixiu and Qilin, with lifelike textures.

The stone sculpture stared wide-eyed, looking into the distance, with its front paws raised high, looking majestic and precipitous.

There are many anecdotes about this stone workshop.

One of the most famous ones is the rumor that Tianlong came to the world.

It is said that during the Qing Dynasty, the local county magistrate was afraid of the huge power of the Huo family and wrote a letter to the governor who came to visit him in Weifu.

The statement in the petition is sincere, saying that the Huo family has a family of three, prefers the last merchants of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and the like, and bribes officials, bandits, and all kinds of scholars with a lot of money. Potential.

The county magistrate said that especially on this stone square, engraving "Thousand-year achievements" is really a treasonous act, and the thousand-year achievements should be the hegemony of the emperor, and only the Aixinjueluo family can afford these four words.

The county magistrate finally picked out the bones from the eggs and reprimanded Huo for plotting rebellion.

If it were another family, they didn't have the ability to reach the sky, and they copied and beheaded the whole family in the literary prison as early as they sacrificed to the sky.

The Huo family used a huge amount of money to trick the ghosts, and even invited the emperor to the stone workshop in Huojiawan.

At that time, the helm of the Huo family was Mrs. Huo, the ancestor of Huo Sirong for six generations.

Old Mrs. Huo was weeping with blood and tears, saying that although the Huo family was a merchant, they were full of loyalty and kindness. They killed themselves in front of the emperor and invited the dragon from the sky to show their spirits.

It's strange to say, just like when Dou E complained of injustice, it was snowing all over the sky, thousands of miles above the top of the stone square, under the blue sky, a dragon shadow loomed.

At the time, people thought it was surprising, but since then they have even more respect for Huo.

As for whether this legend of ghosts existed in history, it is unknown, anyway, the Huo family is completely developed.

Huojiawan looks like a village, but the internal infrastructure is very complete and developed, which is not inferior to first-tier cities.

There is an ancestral hall in the depths of Huojiawan, which enshrines the helm of Huo's ancestors.

On the huge ship of the Huo family, which has gone through hundreds of years of trials and hardships, some of the heads turned the tide with their own efforts, some of them returned to their home country when the war was still raging, and some of them went to Nanyang alone to study in response to the reform and returned. People like Huo Sirong are obsessed with petty love and love.

In the eyes of the elder Huo Chengde, it doesn't matter who Huo Sirong plays with, boys or girls, it's his private business, but Mr. Huo doesn't distinguish between public and private, and destroying the public with private, that would be treasonous.

As soon as Huo Sirong came back, he asked the old man to send him to the ancestral hall, and no one was allowed to see him.

The old man asked Huo Sirong to kneel in front of his ancestors to calm down.

Huo Sirong couldn't calm down, he remembered getting into the police car with no expression on his face, then accepted the boring interrogation, and then the Huo family came to pick him up and go back to He'an.

In the end, he knelt here, his mind was full of images of Lin Xiang leaving with Joyce.

Lin Xiang really doesn't want him anymore.Huo Sirong sighed silently.

Huo Chengde leaned on a golden nanmu cane, with his left hand behind his back, walking back and forth in front of him.

Huo Sirong was dizzy from being shaken by him, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa, please speak directly if you have something to say."

"It's not that our centuries-old family has never had a bad relationship. Let's just say that your third uncle ran away with a singer who sang Huadan when he was young. But it's all right, your third uncle returned to He'an to plead guilty." The old man moved with emotion and reason: "Everything must have a degree!"

Huo Chengde thinks that the root cause lies in the fact that Huo Sirong likes Lin Xiang. If Huo Sirong doesn't change his heart, then all the current disasters can be avoided.

When the wind and rain are turbulent, between the family and Lin Xiang, Huo Sirong can only choose one.

"It's not that serious." Huo Sirong said casually, "The Huo family won't fall."

It's good that he didn't speak, but when he opened his mouth, the old man was so angry that he was so angry that he picked up his crutches and hit Huo Sirong on the back impartially, scolding angrily: "You don't know how to repent until the Huo family is about to collapse?!"

"If you don't rein in the precipice in time, you are not qualified to go to the Huo Family Ancestral Hall!"

Huo Chengde of the older generation regards the family as extremely important, and Huo Sirong's indifferent attitude greatly angered him.

"It must be clarified as soon as possible that you are not gay. There is still a girl in the Xie family in the west of Huxi, but she is a bit older, and she is just right for you."

Mrs. Huo made the decision for him: "You marry her, the boss is not young, just hang around outside, marry a daughter-in-law and let her take care of you."

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Lin Xiang was halfway through Weibo, feeling bored, threw away her phone and lay on the bed thinking about life.

Joey turned off the financial news, leaned against the door frame with folded arms, looked at the silent Lin Xiang, and said, "Huo's stock has plummeted, and the market value has plummeted. It looks very dangerous."

Lin Xiang raised her head and glanced at him, then leaned back and said, "Yes."

"What are you going to do next?" Joey asked.

Lin Xiang turned over and faced the window, blinking her eyes: "Huo Sirong and his father already have a sworn feud for taking charge of the Huo family. Father and son know each other best. Why don't we go with the flow and hand over the mess to Huo Sirong's father."

"Papa Huo will definitely not let us down, will he?" Joey said with interest, his eyes moved down along the trend, and fixed on Lin Xiang's exposed side waist.

There are looming red marks on the waist, like a palm print.It probably came out when Huo Sirong pressed it hard.

Joey gently locked the door, the sun outside the window was hidden in the clouds, and the earth fell into darkness.

Lin Xiangruo felt something, looked up at the man with blond hair and gray eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Joy?"

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Joey: [smiles]

Dalin: Director, I want to get out of bed