I want to be your white moonlight

Lin Xiang still left.

That night, Xie's couple took Lin Xiang out for dinner, Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang said goodbye to each other, and Lin Xiang happily left with Xie Zongyao and Mrs. Xie.

never came back.

Xie Zongyao sent a photo of Lin Xiang, along with a photo of the ticket.

Xie Zongyao said on the phone: "The professor advised us to go to a new environment for treatment."

The third parting was as hasty as a comet crashing into the earth.

Huo Sirong held his head in his arms for a whole day in the ward, and Wen Yao took him for rehabilitation the next day. When he looked back, there was no longer that lively goldfish-brained idiot by his side.

Wen Yao asked him about his future plans. All the assets of the Huo family overseas were under Lin Xiang's name, and Lin Xiang didn't know when he would return again.

"Go back to the entertainment circle." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice, "One day, he can still see me." Even if it's through a screen that cannot be touched.

When he was in the low circle, Huo Sirong never thought that one day he would return here, to the place where he made his first pot of gold, just so that Lin Xiang could see him through the screen.

The entertainment circle and the e-sports circle are a bit similar, they are very age-dependent.

But fortunately, although Huo Sirong is in his thirties, he has already passed the age of youth. In addition, his appearance is not old, and his acting skills are excellent, so he can take on many roles.

Before the comeback, Wen Yao did a lot of promotional work, Huo family fans are ready to welcome the return of the idol.

At this time, half a year had passed since Lin Xiang left.Half a year is neither long nor short, during which Xie Zongyao communicated with him about Lin Xiang every week.

Lin Xiang was able to remember things gradually, and the American professor said he was recovering well.

Huo Sirong asked Lin Xiang carefully if he remembered him, and Xie Zongyao was also very puzzled, saying that he should have remembered, but he didn't seem to remember anything.

Once, Mrs. Xie's family asked Lin Xiang: "Do you still remember Huo Sirong?"

Lin Xiang's complexion turned dark at that time, but she didn't show it much in front of her grandma. She just picked up two mouthfuls of white rice with a bowl, and said calmly, "I don't remember."

But looking at him like that, he clearly remembered it.

The first script that Huo Sirong got after his return was a historical adaptation. This drama was called by CCTV. Since it is a policy-supported adaptation, it is easier for the radio and television to pass.

The name of this drama is very simple, it is called "Vertical and Horizontal", and it tells the magnificent life of Su Qin during the Warring States Period.

Su Qin joined Guiguzi's family in his early years and learned the art of vertical and horizontal, and later proposed "to fight against Qin vertically and vertically", so that Qin State did not dare to send troops to Hangu Pass for 15 years. city.

Wen Yao went to get the script, but came back empty-handed.

Huo Sirong still had a draft script in his hand, and even the plot was not perfect.Wen Yao spread his arms, shrugged and said, "The three screenwriters are fighting."

Huo Sirong: "..."

Just a historical adaptation of a screenplay, what is there to fight?

"It is said that the screenwriter team has a newcomer. He just came back from the United States. He is very airy. He criticized the lines as useless, saying that they want to be old or not, and whether they want to be new or not." Wen Yao touched his chin: "Speaking of screenwriters, by the way, Didn’t Chairman Xie say that Lin Xiang also wants to try to be a screenwriter? He’s going back to China in the next two days.”

Lin Xiang mentioned it at the dinner table before, and Xie Zongyao also mentioned it to Huo Sirong.

Wen Yao looked at Huo Sirong, and Huo Sirong looked at Wen Yao, both showing terrified expressions at the same time.

Huo Sirong hurriedly called Xie Zongyao. Xie Zongyao was in the company. He turned to the boiling water room and said in a low voice, "It's a historical adaptation or something. It seems to be called... Zongheng. I spent money to find a relationship to send him off two days ago." went in."

Huo Sirong hung up the phone, Wen Yao took out the car keys: "Let's go, I heard they were still fighting when I left, I should be able to catch up now!"

The screenwriting team has its own studio, and that is where Wen Yao got his scripts.The studio is located in the office building at No. 34, Shanghai Road, Ningbei City.

Huo Sirong and Wen Yao hurried, and as soon as they got off the elevator, they heard loud shouts from inside.

"It's wrong for you to write like that! Can words like 'qualified, standard, and formalities' be used in historical dramas?!"

The young man yelled badly, that voice had long been engraved into Huo Sirong's bones, and he would recognize it even if it was turned to ashes.Huo Sirong ran to the room at the back of the corridor.

Lin Xiang slapped the table and reprimanded everyone present.

The screenwriters have all produced works in the industry. Even if the originality has declined in the past two years, just adapting the ip of a popular online article is enough for them to earn a lot of money. Now, they are taught a lesson by a junior who has no fart works .

Even if the junior is a Big Mac-related household.

There was already a fight just now, and several screenwriters wondered if there would be another fight.

Then when they saw Huo Sirong who was panting behind Lin Xiang, they all changed their expressions.

Lin Xiang was still criticizing them for writing Su Qin as a gossip. At first glance, everyone in front of her was as quiet as a chicken, but she realized that there was something unusual behind her.

"Lin Xiang." Huo Sirong called out cautiously.

Just now, the young man who scolded Fang Qiu was froze all over his body, and even the hand that was patting the table was suspended in the air.

"Let's talk." Huo Sirong said softly.

In the member room of the cafe opposite the office building.

Lin Xiang didn't even look at Huo Sirong, she lowered her head and sipped the juice, her expression was not very good.

"When did you come back?" Huo Sirong stared at him and asked softly.

Lin Xiang turned the straw, with impatience written all over his face, he scratched the back of his head: "It has nothing to do with you, right?"

Huo Sirong thought to himself, he would always get used to such a hot face and a cold butt in the future, and he continued to ask persistently: "Don't you want to write, why do you want to be a screenwriter again?"

"Ask what you want." Lin Xiang put down the juice: "Lin Yan is fine, don't worry, the Lin family's house in the United States is too big and needs to be cleaned every day, so I have to trouble him."

Huo Sirong shook his head, indifferently: "I don't want to ask this."

"Oh."

"Do you remember... half a year ago, when you lost your memory..." Huo Sirong noticed that Lin Xiang's eyes kept wandering around, and he didn't look at him.

"Do you still remember?" Huo Sirong turned and said, "After Lynch Shan was arrested, I was assassinated by someone he sent. motorcycle, I almost died."

Lin Xiang raised her eyes calmly.

"That motorcycle was arranged by you in advance." Huo Sirong leaned forward: "You care about me."

"Why do you feel so good about yourself?" Lin Xiang crossed his arms, this time he didn't dodge Huo Sirong's gaze, but looked straight back.

Huo Sirong put his palms on his face and rubbed it vigorously: "I know you didn't forgive me."

"But look, the people who offended you, Lynch Shan, my dad, Joey, He Siyuan, and Lin Yan, all let you take it easy, but let me go..." Huo Sirong paused, took a deep breath, Said: "I am in your heart, do you still have a place?"