I want to be your white moonlight

How long have they been entangled?

Huo Sirong stared deeply at the person in front of him.Lin Xiangdu has grown from an inexperienced child to a decisive adult.

seven years or more.

Huo Sirong thought to himself, then he spent seven long years to wear away the love that was in the boy's heart, until he sent Lin Xiang away, and then turned around, not seeing him going through the torment behind him.

Destruction takes only a short moment, but recasting probably takes a lifetime of effort.

"I'm sorry." Huo Sirong was lost in his silence, and then made an excuse for himself: "This question is too abrupt."

"Yes." Lin Xiang said suddenly.

Huo Sirong looked up at him, hope flickered in his eyes.

I saw Lin Xiang took out the pen and paper from his backpack, drew a crooked circle, divided it into two, one half wrote dislike, the other half wrote like, and then drew an arrow, from like to dislike.

"Here." Lin Xiang pointed to the half he hated.

Huo Sirong fell silent.

"Actually, I really planned the incident half a year ago. Compared with you, Lynch Mountain is a bigger threat to me. I have to plan with Uncle Gao to get rid of him."

Lin Xiang raised her eyebrows lightly: "At that time... I went back to see you as Lin Yan, just to see you... Seeing 'me' in danger, will I regret it?"

"I regret it." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice.

Lin Xiang waved his hand and interrupted him: "That was my only wrong decision. I thought about confessing to you, but unfortunately you couldn't listen to me at all, and you didn't care about my thoughts. You kept telling me that you regretted, that you What's the use of liking me?"

Huo Sirong's straight back curved slightly imperceptibly, he grabbed the spoon resting at hand awkwardly, and remained silent.

"You can't protect me from Lynch Hill. You see, as long as Joey calls the police, you will have to send me away, but Joey can make it impossible for you to find me for as long as a month."

The situation at that time was too hasty and chaotic, and Huo Sirong didn't have time to think about many links. After all, he was not Lin Xiang who had been planning for two full years.

Even though Lin Xiang later brought him into the game, he only acted according to Lin Xiang's instructions conveyed by Gao Zhen. Lynch Hill is about to start.

"In the future, not anymore." Huo Sirong emphasized in vain and palely.

"There is no future." Lin Xiang firmly vetoed it.

Huo Sirong frowned slightly, he seemed to be able to hear the subtle sound of his heart cracking like a crack in glass, amplified round and round in the quiet and quiet space.

"If you could calm down at that time, ask me why I exchanged identities with Lin Yan, and use your means to help me escape Lynch Mountain, it would not be a problem at all. It's a pity that you only care about yourself. Whether you like it or get angry, you only care about your own thoughts. I have to wait for Joey to come to Ningbei." Lin Xiang said lightly, "Otherwise, I don't have to become a goldfish brain, right?"

Lin Xiang's tone was too calm, and Huo Sirong was not as angry as when he was reunited half a year ago because of the sudden divorce.

As time passed, he was forced to accept the fact that he divorced Lin Xiang.

Those struggling with anger, compulsion, and crazy possessiveness had to fall into ashes-like silence, because he acted so thoughtlessly, it would only be proved by the facts that he harmed Lin Xiang.

again and again.

Shame and helplessness climbed up the man's face.

"But it's impossible for me to let you go." Huo Sirong gritted his molars, and said word by word: "In the future, the future will be long."

"Mr. Huo, you haven't experienced my pain, why do you think we have a bright future? How much love I gave you, how much disappointment you gave me back, isn't it enough?!" Lin Xiang was suddenly excited.

He picked up the pen, tapped the cap on the glass tabletop, frowned wearily, and sighed: "Forget it, Huo Sirong, that's it."

"Do not."

Lin Xiang's eyes widened slightly.

Huo Sirong took away his pen and paper.

Lin Xiang's face was numb and tired, his eyes followed the gel pen, he leaned back irritably, closed his eyes and stopped looking at the person who made him feel bad.

He heard the rustling sound of the pen scratching on the paper, like a viper hitting the ground on its belly, the gray and rough snake skin scratching the coarse sand and stones, swallowing snake letters, it was creepy.

"Look." Huo Sirong tore off the paper and handed it to him.

Lin Xiang lowered her eyes and looked indifferently.

Huo Sirong's words are like his own, with an unspoken domineering and powerful flamboyance, he has to attract all the people's attention before he will give up.

Lin Xiang fiddled with the spoon restlessly.

"The first thing is that I'm not good enough for you to understand your situation; the second thing is that I blindly trust Lin Yan and force you to draw blood for him..."

Lin Xiang took a deep breath.

"The third thing, I exchanged you and Lynch Shan for Lin Yan, I saved him and killed you; the fourth thing, half a year ago, I lost my mind because of anger, imprisoned and forced you, and finally let you be taken away by Joey. "

Lin Xiang stood up impatiently, he wanted to leave.Huo Sirong grabbed his wrist.

"Fifth thing, during your amnesia period, because of this face, you couldn't even have a good meal." At that time, Lin Xiang saw his face, and what he ate in the previous second could be finished in the next second. Spit it out completely.

The best-tempered nurses complained that the ward was always dirty.

"You want me, how can I pay you back?" Huo Sirong got up, knelt down in front of Lin Xiang, looked up into his eyes: "Whether you still like me or not, I will make it up to you, Lin Xiang, if you can't Liang Qing, I can only cling to you for the rest of my life."

Entanglement is something indescribable, either out of love or out of hate.As for the two of them, they probably love and hate each other.

"Do you regret it?" Lin Xiang said jokingly, he was too lazy to look at Huo Sirong, and turned his head to look out the window.

Pedestrians are walking in a hurry, and vehicles pass by one after another. The cold winter is approaching, but the tall camphor trees on both sides of the street are still dark green and lush.

"I regret it." There were too many heavy thoughts in his chest, and Huo Sirong had a thousand words to try to express. If he turned it into words, he could talk about millions of words.

But he didn't have Lin Xiang's literati skills, he could only say one word, then held his hand, waiting for the scribbled answer sheet to be judged.

"I don't believe it." Lin Xiang seemed to give Huo Sirong an answer he expected.

Huo Sirong sighed lightly: "I hope I can convince you."

"Some things can't be settled simply by talking about them. Mr. Huo, when I was helpless and had nowhere to ask for help, did you consider my feelings?" Lin Xiang asked speechlessly.

It was Huo Sirong who said he would never look down on him, and it was Huo Sirong who said he loved him, and he slapped himself in the face?Niubi.

"I shouldn't have married you." Lin Xiang said indifferently.

At that time, Chen Rong passed away, Lin Yan was betrayed, and all the messy situations were crowded in front of him. At that time, his mind was bewildered and his mind was full of mud. Except for Huo Sirong's outstretched hand, he didn't know what else he could grasp .

After getting married, Huo Sirong once gave him hope.

Until Mr. Huo exchanged him for Lin Yan.

"But the luckiest thing for me is to marry you." Huo Sirong smiled, the smile was not obvious, and his attention was focused on the hand holding Lin Xiang.

He was clearly still so thin, and his finger bones were knocking against the flesh, which made him feel distressed.

"You are really," Lin Xiang laughed angrily, "you are so shameless."

Huo Sirong remained silent.

"How about this..." Lin Xiang was very annoyed, so he just followed his words and thought for a while. After a slight pause, he said in a low voice: "Aren't you going to shoot a new movie, scheduled for 56 episodes, without a substitute for the whole process, and on-site shooting."

At first glance, this punishment seems rather weak, but Huo Sirong, who had read the script, and Lin Xiang, who revised the script, knew very well that Su Qin traveled around the world and worked as a lobbyist in all directions.

In order to restore the historical facts and reshape the character of Su Qin, the whole play started filming from the depression in his early years to the end of Su Qin's life.

In the early stage, such as the hard study of "the head hanging from the beam and the awl piercing the buttocks", going to the state of Qin but being beaten and driven away, and going to the state of Yan to meet the king of Yan and experiencing the sun, wind and rain, and there are many hardships.

In order to protect the safety of the actors, professional doubles and computer post-production were used for scenes that were too brutal.

"If it's a real scene...the budget may not be enough." Huo Sirong reminded in a low voice.

"Oh, don't worry about this. I have nothing now, except a lot of money. I contacted Director Zhao, and I covered all his location funds. I will give you the stage and let you perform." Lin Xiang smiled and said, "How?"

Huo Sirong didn't immediately agree.

He just thought that the entanglement between him and Lin Xiang these years was more thrilling than Gouxue Soap at [-] o'clock. He tossed Lin Xiang until his body was covered in bruises, and it was normal for Lin Xiang to fight a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

"Don't ask me." Huo Sirong got up and said, "I agree."

Lin Xiang walked away with a smile on her face, and ran back to lengthen the previous script. Finally, the script was released, and Su Qin had an image of an "ancient victim".

The director of "Vertical" is Zhao, and he has been friends with Xie Zongyao for many years. After getting Lin Xiang's script, he was a little confused: "It's very good if it's well written, but... will it be too long in the early stage?"

Lin Xiang didn't change his face and his heart didn't beat. He looked at his nose and nose and said, "The scenery of the protagonist can't reflect the scene of endless wars and people's suffering at that time. I think the focus should be on Su Qin's early days when he had no way out and his official career was bumpy. , so as to reflect the disordered political and social ecology at that time, and contrast the superiority of socialism today."

Director Zhao: "..."

"Radio and TV should..." Lin Xiang hesitated to speak.

Director Zhao hurriedly waved his hand to interrupt him: "You screenwriters have another meeting. If you decide on your article, then let's do it."

In the evening, Lin Xiang took the screenwriter team out to eat, drink and have fun, and apologized one by one, hinting at the Lin family intentionally or unintentionally.

The next day, the screenwriting team unanimously approved Lin Xiang's script.

He is not poorly written, on the contrary, unexpectedly professional.The scene layout, character action prompts, lines, plot direction, all aspects tend to be perfect, but the early stage is slightly longer.

Since there are no major problems, there is no reason not to pass.

The start-up ceremony was held in the film and television city, and all units were ready to start up immediately after the end.

The first scene at the beginning of "Vertical and Horizontal" is Su Qin's westward journey to Qin State, lobbying King Qin Hui to annex the other countries.At that time, Shang Yang had just been executed, and King Qin hated lobbyists, so he secretly sent someone to beat up Su Qin, threw the dying lobbyist into the street, and ignored him.

The group performers who were about to beat someone up were already in place.

Lin Xiang sat on the old man's chair with her legs crossed, holding a hot water bottle in her arms.

Director Zhao specifically asked Huo Sirong: "This is a real beating, Brother Huo, you really don't need a double? Or I'll let them be lighter."

"No need." Huo Sirong glanced at Lin Xiang from a distance, with a not-so-obvious smile in his eyes: "Just follow the script."

Historical adaptations usually don’t have high returns, and there are very few big money owners who are willing to invest. It’s rare that Lin Xiang is willing to take over the plate, but only asks for “live shooting”.

Lin Xiang is both the screenwriter and the funder. He said that he wanted to "shoot with a sense of reality", so let's do it.It's not a bad thing to shoot "realistic", but it's hard for Huo Sirong.

Director Zhao sat in front of the small TV with a loudspeaker in his hand: "All units are ready!"

Huo Sirong stood in the middle of the venue, and the group performers were holding sticks and sticks at the ready. Thanks to the large investment from the benefactor, Fu Huadao was all genuine.

"It's realistic." Lin Xiang held the script, squinted her eyes and smiled, "If you're disabled, you'll be sent to the hospital. After you're rescued, you'll continue to fight. Don't panic, I'm rich, and I can afford it."

"Right, Mr. Huo." Lin Xiang changed his left leg and put it on his right leg, crossed his hands together, and looked at Huo Sirong with great interest.

"Yeah." Huo Sirong looked at him and smiled.

Lin Xiang's face darkened, she stood up, raised her eyebrows lightly: "Let's fight."