I want to be your white moonlight

Huo Sirong really wanted to pounce on him immediately, gag his mouth forcefully and domineeringly, to prevent him from vomiting, or use other violent methods to stop Lin Xiang from hurting others and himself.

But Mr. Huo really doesn't have the guts. Lin Xiang is now a delicate, precious and fragile piece of expensive porcelain, which can be broken into pieces immediately in front of his eyes with the slightest bump.

"Spit it up," Mr. Huo lay down on his back in despair, staring at the ceiling, and said numbly and painfully, "Spit it up, and Wen Yao will take you out to eat later."

After Lin Xiang vomited the omelet rice and the acidic water in his stomach, he couldn't help vomiting, and weakly clung to the edge of the bed, retching with red eye circles.

Huo Sirong took a deep breath, closed his eyelids, and moved his body away from Lin Xiang's eyes.

Lin Xiang didn't look at him anymore, he shrugged his shoulders, like a child who has done something wrong, obediently obeying the instruction with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Huo Sirong couldn't hold back, and wanted to look back at his situation, so he turned his back to Lin Xiang and told, "Cover your eyes."

Lin Xiang didn't know why, but did as he was told.Huo Sirong asked: "Have you covered it?" Lin Xiang nodded, and replied weakly: "No." So Huo Sirong turned to look at him.

No matter how old Lin Xiang is, whether it is the ten-year-old naughty boy when he first met 13 years ago, or the unruly boy who stuck chewing gum to his car six years ago, or the high-spirited young man who later brought Lynch Hill, Huo Lao, and Joey together, In Mr. Huo's heart, he will always be a child.

The child will not grow up, but will grow old with him, but Huo Sirong is not sure whether Lin Xiang is willing to be with him again after the ups and downs.

Accompanying him, an elderly uncle, Huo Sirong laughed at himself.

"Lin Xiang, do you listen to something my uncle whispered to you?" Mr. Huo, the strange uncle, stared at him tenderly.

Lin Xiang seemed to feel it, he wanted to put his hands down, and kept covering his eyes and his arms were sore.Huo Sirong hurriedly said: "Don't let it go!" Lin Xiang was stunned for a moment, so he had no choice but to continue covering it.

"Come here, turn your ears this way." Huo Sirong climbed up from the edge of the bed.

Lin Xiang leaned closer to Huo Sirong by feeling, he felt a burning hot moisture next to his right ear, and then a sticky and slippery feeling, he groaned uncomfortably.

"I like you."

He quietly kissed the pinna of his ear, and stuck the word "like" into the ear canal tightly with his tongue, preventing them from escaping.

Lin Xiang trembled all over, his limbs went limp, his reaction was so intense that Huo Sirong had no time to recover.

Lin Xiangsa ran away.

Wen Yao who just came in had to chase him out.

That afternoon, when Huo Sirong was talking about socialist education, the doctor told him repeatedly with a straight face: "He is now in an extremely unstable state of mind, so don't provoke him! Don't do anything beyond the rules!"

Huo Sirong was in his thirties, and no one except Huo Chengde dared to scold him like this.But the most serious student in front of him with a pious expression like a saint, almost sat on his knees, crying and vowing never to provoke Lin Xiang again.

In the evening, Huo Chengde and Mrs. Huo worked tirelessly and came from He'an to visit their eldest grandson.

At that time, Lin Xiang was sitting in the corner of Huo Sirong's ward, holding a comic book in his hand, and there were piles of comic books bought by Wen Yao around him.

He read the manga for a while, then turned his head and took a cautious look at Huo Sirong, as if he was afraid that the owner would slip away while he wasn't looking.

Huo Sirong really wanted him to look at him. Every time Lin Xiang looked over, in order to let his gaze stay on him for a while, Mr. Huo raised his head and tried his best not to let Lin Xiang see his face.

That way Lin Xiang wouldn't look away quickly because of the feeling of vomiting.

Huo Chengde and Mrs. Huo pushed the door open and entered.

Wen Yao greeted Lin Xiang: "Lin Er, come on, come out for a while."

Lin Xiang stood up holding the manga, looked at Wen Yao blankly, then looked back at Huo Sirong, and refused for no reason: "No."

"Let him stay here." Huo Sirong waved his hand, and Wen Yao closed the door and went out.

Mrs. Huo and Mr. Huo were well aware of this situation. Mr. Huo glanced at Lin Xiang, who was circling around looking for his tail, and sighed, "I never thought this young man would be so powerful."

Lin Qishan, Huo Sirong's father, and Joyce didn't have any fuel-efficient lamps, but they made Lin Xiang cook them all together.

"If you do too much unrighteousness, you will die." Huo Sirong said, "They have met their nemesis."

Mr. Huo fell into deep thought, Mrs. Huo walked carefully to Lin Xiang's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "Lin Xiang?"

Lin Xiang stared at her with wide eyes, and circled around her curiously.Mrs. Huo smiled and held his hand: "Good boy, grandma brought you snacks."

Lin Xiang's eyes lit up as soon as he heard the snacks, and he looked at the old woman eagerly.

Mrs. Huo cleared a space from the messy comic books, pulled him to sit on the sofa, and pulled out a box of beautifully packaged macarons from her bag as if by magic.

Lin Xiang hugged the biscuit box and studied it for a long time.

Mrs. Huo thought he wouldn't take it apart, so she did it herself, and under the light of the desk lamp, carefully unwrapped the ribbon carefully tied by the dessert shop.

The box was opened, and the colorful macaroons were embedded like glass beads on the pitch-black box surface. Lin Xiang bit her lower lip and poked the smooth and delicate cake surface with her fingers.

Mrs. Huo was surprised why he didn't eat it. Looking at Lin Xiang's appearance, it didn't seem like she hated these little desserts.

Huo Sirong smiled knowingly, but he didn't make a sound, watching Lin Xiang quietly.

Sure enough, Lin Xiang salivated greedily holding the box, he suddenly raised his head, and looked at Huo Sirong who was secretly watching him.Huo Sirong quickly covered his face with a pillow.

Mr. Huo: "..."

Mrs. Huo: "..."

Lin Xiang ran to him with the box in his arms, put the macarons in Huo Sirong's hand, closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide, waiting to be fed.

"He won't eat anything given by me unless it's in my hands." Huo Sirong smiled wryly: "Otherwise he doesn't feel safe."

The old lady Huo frowned distressedly, Huo Chengde looked at Lin Xiang, and sighed thoughtfully.

"He is like this, when will he be better?" Huo Chengde asked.

Huo Srong broke the macaron into two halves, carefully avoiding physical contact with Lin Xiang, and fed half of the macaron into Lin Xiang's mouth.

Wait for him to chew and swallow, and then feed the next half.

"I don't know, it may be better anytime, but it may not be better in the year of the monkey." Huo Sirong broke open the second macaron: "Open your mouth."

Lin Xiang: "Ah——"

"Xie Zongyao wants to take Lin Xiang back." Mr. Huo said, "I found He'an. After all, Lin Xiang is Xie Zongyao's grandson. Their family lost a daughter innocently, and they have been looking for their grandson all these years."

Huo Sirong's face was livid and he didn't speak.

"You didn't tell him that Lin Xiang is in Ningbei, right?" Huo Sirong asked in a deep voice.

Mr. Huo sighed heavily: "I didn't say it. It's not easy for Xie Zongyao when he is old. When he mentioned his gratitude, he burst into tears and regretted it. They were just a jewel in the palm, and no one knew when they died. Parents, they have a lot of heart." Bitter, only Lin Xiang can make them think about it."

"You want me to return Lin Xiang." Huo Sirong put down the biscuit box in his hand.

Huo Chengde kept silent, and silence was the default.

Even Mrs. Huo persuaded him: "They are Lin Xiang's blood relatives."

"Lin Qishan is also Lin Xiang's biological father." Huo Sirong retorted.

Mrs. Huo frowned: "Si Rong, it's different. Xie Zongyao and his wife have been looking for their daughter for 20 years. As soon as they heard the news, they immediately went to He'an. Xie Zongyao didn't cry when he mentioned Xie Xin, but tears kept rolling in his eyes. Let people watch, don't let it go."

"Lin Xiang has lost his parents now, so who else can he rely on besides grandpa and grandma? Si Rong, although you like him, to Lin Xiang, we are all outsiders." Mrs. Huo pondered her grandson's expression, and she was halfway through the sentence , shut up.

Huo Sirong didn't want to admit the difference between outsiders and insiders.But the fact is that Lin Xiang and him divorced a long time ago, and he has no right to keep Lin Xiang by his side.

Huo Sirong didn't dare to tie him up anymore, otherwise Lin Xiang would fight him desperately.

Now he is taking care of him carefully, just like taking care of his living ancestors, he doesn't dare to neglect at all, for fear that if something goes wrong with his ancestors, he will spit and run away.

"Look at Lin Xiang's current situation, the doctor also said that it's best to stay with his family." Mrs. Huo persuaded Huo Sirong with a soft knife.

"I just... want to be with him, no matter what he is, if he doesn't get better, I will let him torment for the rest of his life."

Huo Sirong couldn't restrain his excitement. With trembling hands, he fed a piece of biscuit to the unconscious Lin Xiang. Lin Xiang sat beside him obediently, with her eyes tightly closed, and just kept eating.

Mr. Huo and Mrs. Huo looked at each other and sighed inwardly.

"Forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings." Old Mrs. Huo said wearily: "But our Huo family also has a single lineage. You and him have passed together, what should the Huo family do?"

"We'll talk about these things when Lin Xiang recovers." Huo Sirong declined.

Mr. Huo's violent temper almost got out of control. He picked up his crutches and wanted to beat him, but Mrs. Huo pulled and pulled him away.

Huo Sirong concentrated on feeding Lin Xiang.

When Lin Xiang was full, she opened her eyes and ran back to her den, where she curled up and continued to read comics.

Huo Sirong said: "Xiangxiang, come here."

Lin Xiang pricked up his ears vigilantly, Huo Sirong waved to him: "Come here."

Lin Xiang walked up to Huo Sirong step by step, Huo Sirong took the blindfold from under the pillow and put it on for him, Lin Xiang grabbed the railing beside the bed, turning his head like a headless chicken.

Huo Sirong couldn't help but climbed onto Lin Xiang's claws carefully, Lin Xiang subconsciously pulled back, but Huo Sirong grabbed him tightly: "Don't move, don't move..." He comforted him softly.

Lin Xiang really didn't move, her body stiffened in front of Huo Sirong, her lips were tightly pressed.

Huo Sirong supported his upper body with one hand, got up with difficulty, and lightly touched Lin Xiang's mouth from bottom to top. Lin Xiang stepped back abruptly, and Huo Sirong couldn't catch him.

Lin Xiang leaned back halfway, and suddenly stopped hiding. She stuck her head back and said in a murmur, "Yes, what? Can I eat it?"

Huo Sirong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Yes, of course."

So Lin Xiang sat down and waited for the feeding. Huo Sirong chewed up a piece of macaron, gently pressed it to his tightly pressed lips, and coaxed in a low voice: "Open your mouth."

Lin Xiang tentatively opened his mouth a little, Huo Sirong restrained his restlessness, grabbed the guardrail tightly, and slowly pushed the biscuit crumbs into Lin Xiang's mouth.

Lin Xiang chewed it, swallowed it in one gulp, and blinked hard, but he couldn't see anything.

Huo Sirong said: "Tonight, will you sleep with me?"

Lin Xiang thought over and over again, then nodded hesitantly.

The nurse came over to clean up and wash the two of them. When it was late at night, Lin Xiang slowly climbed onto Huo Sirong's hospital bed.

All the lights were turned off, Lin Xiang had already taken off the blindfold in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he moved to the side of the pillow, Huo Sirong hugged him: "Don't rub around."

Lin Xiang stopped moving, her breath fluttered down her skin like a feather.He stretched out his hand and patted Huo Sirong's face.

Huo Sirong asked him gently: "Can I touch you?"

Lin Xiangxiao faltered in a low voice: "Yes."

Huo Sirong held his hand and interlocked his fingers. He leaned over and kissed Lin Xiang's forehead, and said contentedly, "Hey, go to sleep."

Lin Xiang soon fell asleep.

Just when Huo Sirong thought that Lin Xiang was about to accept him, everything went back to before liberation the next day.

Lin Xiang's goldfish mind couldn't remember anything at all. When he opened his eyes, he found that Huo Sirong was still holding his hand tightly on the bed, and Lin Xiang exploded.

He struggled violently and kicked Huo Sirong off the bed in a few strokes, and Mr. Huo's injuries worsened.

It seemed to be repeating the situation of the day before, Lin Xiang retched when he saw him, Huo Sirong tried to catch him, Lin Xiang turned around and ran out, so Wen Yao led a group of nurses to hunt him down and took Lin Xiang back to the ward.

Huo Sirong received the third emergency treatment, and when he came out, Lin Xiang was sitting there waiting for someone to feed him.

Huo Sirong asked without hope: "Can I touch you?" Lin Xiang immediately reacted violently and fled, crying while fleeing: "I don't know you!"

In fact, Lin Xiang could still share the same bed with him last night.

He quickly forgot all the plots of the pile of comic books that Wen Yao bought for Lin Xiang, and read them as if they were new the next day, and he never tired of reading them.

This situation of brushing favorability and returning to zero lasted for a week, and Lin Xiang's comic book has been scrolled to the seventh time.

Even Lin Xiang's attending physician persuaded Huo Sirong: "If you don't let his family take care of him, you can rest and recuperate for a while." Otherwise, if Lin Xiang goes on like this, Huo Sirong's bone injuries will never be considered for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that Huo Sirong refused as if facing a formidable enemy: "No way!"

No one can take Lin Xiang away.

On the eighth day, Xie Zongyao and Mrs. Xie came to the door.They finally found the place where Huo Sirong was hospitalized.At that time, Huo Sirong was playing backgammon with Lin Xiang.

A strange old couple appeared in front of them. They were well-dressed and well-bred and introduced themselves: "It's Lin Xiang's grandfather and grandmother."

Lin Xiang seemed to have an innate sense of closeness to her mother's natal family. He quickly left Huo Sirong and ran to Mrs. Xie. There are endless things to say.

At that time, Huo Sirong suddenly realized that Lin Xiang had family members, and he also needed family members to accompany him.

No matter how hard he tried, he and Lin Xiang had no blood relationship after all.

Mr. Huo felt an indescribable loss in his heart.

Xie Zongyao sighed: "It's been hard work for him in the past 20 years." Huo Sirong didn't say anything, just shook his head.

When Lin Xiang was young, Lin Xiang had Lin's father and Chen Rong, who made him well-fed and comfortable, and later, when Lin's father left, Huo Sirong came, which was not good for him, but with Huo Sirong, Lin Xiang Xiang has never been hungry.

In the past 20 years of Lin Xiang's life, there was not a day when he experienced poverty where he could not afford food and clothes. It was only Huo Sirong, Lin Qishan, and Lin Yan who brought him the pain engraved in his spirit.

Those injuries can only be filled with sincerity.

Xie Zongyao and Mrs. Xie stayed until evening and took Lin Xiang out for a meal. Mrs. Xie fed it with her own hands. After the meal, she brought Lin Xiang back with all her beard and beard.

Madam Xie helplessly explained to Huo Sirong: "He has to want you."

Huo Sirong nodded, looked at Lin Xiang who was protruding in the corner with puffy cheeks and was filled with emotion, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, you and Dong Xie will come to see him tomorrow."

The couple reluctantly bid farewell to Lin Xiang and went to stay in a hotel near the hospital.

Xie's couple stayed in Ningbei for half a month, and they didn't do anything else every day, they just played with Lin Xiang, even if Lin Xiang forgot about them the next day, they still coaxed him persistently .

Huo Sirong saw it in his eyes, and he also understood that the husband and wife were really guilty and felt that they owed their daughter; they also really loved Lin Xiang. After all, Lin Er, a goldfish-brained fool, is innocent and lively every day, so it's hard not to like it. get up.

One day, Mrs. Xie took Lin Xiang out for a walk. Xie Zongyao found Huo Sirong with a very serious expression.

Huo Sirong had a hunch at the time that they planned to take Lin Xiang away.

During this time, the Xie family and his wife helped him take care of Lin Xiang. Most of the burden on Huo Sirong was relieved, and the bone injury healed faster. Although he was still in a wheelchair, he was able to get into the wheelchair by himself. .

Xie Zongyao got straight to the point: "We made an appointment for Lin Xiang with an American brain professor who has rich experience and has handled many cases like Lin Xiang's."

Huo Sirong listened to him in silence, holding the brain professor's information in his hand, carefully flipping through the pages, worried that a slight omission might delay Lin Xiang's condition.

The resume of an American brain professor is absolutely outstanding among his peers, and most of his patients are national dignitaries and members of the royal family.

Xie Zongyao saw that his expression was moving a little, and urged him to let go while the iron was hot: "The professor's itinerary is quite tight, and we only made an appointment based on our relationship. How about you persuade Lin Xiang, if he loses this opportunity, his problems will not be resolved." Get better."

"Is it reliable?" Huo Sirong confirmed with him, and Xie Zongyao nodded solemnly.

Huo Sirong fell into deep thought, and the pendulum of the clock on the wall swung twenty times before he said slowly: "I'm worried."

Xie Zongyao stared at him solemnly.

"I sent him out twice." Huo Sirong gripped the handrail tightly, veins popped out on the back of his hand, he said coldly, "Twice, each time caused irreparable damage to him. I don't worry."

Xie Zongyao sighed: "But his illness cannot be dragged on forever."

Huo Sirong held his forehead, struggling so much that his whole face wrinkled into a ball.

"Can you invite that professor to Ningbei?"

Xie Zongyao clasped his hands, leaned back, looked at the ceiling and thought for a long time, and said, "I'll try."