I want to be your white moonlight

Old Huo really went to the hospital.

Wen Yao squatted at the door of the ward, lit a cigarette in his hand, puffed and smoked endlessly, and a pile of cigarette butts was already thrown at his feet.

Lin Xiang came to express condolences to Huo Sirong on behalf of the crew.

When Wen Yao saw him, his eyes were a little red, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it in the end, he just looked away and sighed silently.

Lin Xiang glanced at Huo Sirong through the crack of the door, bent over and handed Wen Yao a credit card: "Password 123456, the money in it is enough for him to recover."

Wen Yao slapped his hand away, and the credit card flew away, but Lin Xiang didn't bother to pick it up, and stood there indifferently.

At that time, when those people were fighting with swords and guns, Wen Yao rushed to the set just after finishing other things.

The rest of the crew panicked and shouted to stop, but Lin Xiang said, "It's okay, isn't this still alive?"

Wen Yao suddenly thought, Lin Xiang fell in a pool of blood when he was stabbed by a gangster, was this the same situation?Enduring the pain of hanging his life by a thread, and in the midst of extreme blood loss, he longed for someone to help him.

Both Lin Xiang at that time and Huo Sirong now were in pain.

Wen Yao's back felt cold, and he suddenly realized something, and looked at the motionless Lin Xiang with numb scalp, Lin Xiang's brows and eyes were full of indifference that he couldn't see through.

It wasn't until Huo Sirong had his last breath that the ambulance called by Lin Xiang stepped forward and carried him into the hospital.

"I don't have the right to blame you, but Lin Er..." Wen Yao held his head and said distressedly: "Even if Mister failed to save you in time, you shouldn't take revenge on him like this."

"At that time, my husband was not sure whether he liked you or Lin Yan. You kept blaming him for treating you badly, but when your mother, you, and your family were poor and poor, it was not Mr. A helping hand?!"

"I know that when you were in college, the husband only arranged for one thousand living expenses every month, and he didn't let you work part-time, which cut off your financial resources. But he will pick you up every week and arrange for me to replenish your daily necessities, you He asked him to borrow money for He Siyuan, and the master agreed without saying a word."

Wen Yao took a deep breath and raised his eyes to look at him: "You want to get married, you threatened him, the husband got the marriage application letter behind the back of He Anhuo's family. Do you think it is easy to get the marriage application letter? No, the same sex The probability of getting a marriage application approved is too low, not to mention that the husband is a public figure, let alone sending out millions of dollars to get the stamped marriage application letter you saw."

"I don't know what's the point of saying this now, but you occasionally... think of him." Wen Yao sighed.

Lin Xiang leaned his back against the wall, his eyes wandering carelessly, and when Wen Yao had said enough, he slowly straightened up, with the corner of his mouth curled up, mocking with a half-smile: "When the marriage application letter was placed in front of me, I regretted it." I would rather publish an article than get married, but unfortunately your husband threatened me with a power of attorney to choose one of the two."

"It's really meaningless to talk about it now. It's a blood debt, and it needs to be paid in blood, right." Lin Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wen Yao was shocked, and looked at him in disbelief: "What do you want to do?"

Lin Xiang waved his hands: "Let your husband take good care of his health, and the future will be long." He put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left.

Lin Xiang was alone when he came, and he was alone when he left.

It seems that after returning to China, he was always alone, wearing an ordinary bloated padded jacket, a pair of black trousers, and a hot water bottle in his hand, wandering around aimlessly.

Lin Xiang hired a taxi and went back to his rented apartment.The apartment is adjacent to the busy city. It is old and in disrepair. Many places have peeled off paint and faded.

His single room only has a desk, a bed, a wardrobe, and a chair. There is no kitchen utensils. He usually eats and drinks outside, otherwise he orders takeaway.

Bored, he sat down by the desk and looked up through the gray windowpane.

The winter is bitter, and the rental house has no air conditioner, so it is very deserted.Lin Xiang rubbed his hands with the hot air out of his mouth, rolled up the quilt and wrapped it around his body.

Before returning to China, Xie Zongyao asked him: "Are you going back to find him?"

Lin Xiang didn't realize it at first, but soon realized who "he" Xie Zongyao was talking about, so she smiled and said, "Why should I look for him? We don't care anymore."

Xie Zongyao shook his head and sighed, held his hand and said: "These are all up to you to decide. Your grandma and I don't interfere with who you like, just... have no regrets in your heart."

Worthy of heart?

Lin Xiang rolled the quilt into a ball, frowned, his eyes showed hesitation and confusion.

Before returning to China, he knew very well that he and Huo Sirong were destined to be strangers, but he never expected that Mr. Huo, who once looked down on him the most, would persist in pestering him.

After all the pain and quarrel, Huo Sirong still thinks they can be together?Be whimsical.

Lin Xiang rolled back to the bed and sat cross-legged, her stomach, which had been hungry for a long time, began to ache again.He allowed the pain to expand, hiding under the blanket and sweating profusely.

After a long time, an uncontrollable low moan came out of the quiet and deserted room.

The WeChat notification sounded.

Lin Xiang rubbed the pillow to wipe off the sweat from his forehead. His palms were sweaty and he couldn't turn on the screen for a long time. He wiped the sweat off his palms with a quilt, trembling with pain, his lips turned white.

Lin Xiang opened WeChat, it was Director Zhao, and asked him to check Weibo quickly.

Lin Xiang was confused, and when he opened Weibo, both his and Huo Sirong's names were trending.

Someone in the film crew added fuel to the story of Huo Sirong's admission to the hospital.

It is said that Lin Xiang, the screenwriter and financial backer, is domineering, clearly filming to create a sense of reality, and secretly inflicting violence on Huo Sirong, which caused Mr. Huo, who had just come back, to be admitted to the hospital in the first scene.

There was no real hammer, just a few profile photos of him and Huo Sirong.

No matter from which angle you look at those photos, his expression and attitude towards Huo Sirong are so cruel and unfeeling.

"At first glance, he is a cruel and ruthless Lord Gold Master." Lin Xiang laughed at himself.

This time, the whole network was on one side, and they all stood by Huo Sirong.Lin Xiang was sprayed with dog blood, he took a few glances and didn't look any more.

Director Zhao sent a WeChat message: "The person who posted on Weibo has been found, an extra. We are on the set now, Xiao Lin, why don't you come over and ask him to apologize to you in person?"

Lin Xiang replied to him, "No Uncle Zhao, thank you."

Lin Xiang didn't care about fame so much, he picked up the quilt and curled up, trembling, closed his eyes, thinking, the pain would be gone when he fell asleep.

After the goldfish brain was cured, he became very lethargic.According to Mrs. Xie's words, at twelve hours a day, Lin Xiang can sleep more than half of it.

The person who woke up was also groggy, his mind was dazed, and he couldn't think clearly, so that the script of "Vertical and Horizontal" was particularly difficult to finish. Lin Xiang drank a whole box of coffee before barely finishing it before the deadline.

Fortunately, it is a historical adaptation. From a certain perspective, it saves more effort than the original drama.

Lin Xiang was drowsy wrapped in a thick goose down quilt, but was suddenly awakened by a rough knock on the door.

Lin Xiang waited for the knock on the door to disappear before slowly getting up from the bed wrapped in a quilt.

No one is outside the door.

A long and closed corridor, with single rooms on the left and right ends, similar to the hotel structure that can be seen everywhere. At the end of the corridor is a staircase, and he happened to be at the end of the staircase.

This apartment building was built in the last century, and it is 20 years old. It undergoes hazard inspection and overhaul at the end of each year.Originally, the residents requested to install an elevator, but finally gave up due to safety issues.

Lin Xiang lives on the fifth floor, and has to climb stairs to get in and out.

He found no one outside the door, except for the empty corridor.

Lin Xiang lowered his eyes and kicked a cardboard box. The box was not too big or too small, and it could hold a computer mainframe. The opening and closing were pasted with tape, and a note was stuck under the tape. ".

Somebody knows he lives here.

Lin Xiang squatted down, staring at the carton thoughtfully.

In order to send and receive scripts, he filled in this address in the crew's contact book, and did not leave address information elsewhere.

Except... Weibo, Lin Xiang took out his phone, opened it, and all his personal information was exposed.

Lin Xiang rubbed the space between his eyebrows, dragged the paper box back to the house, took the key to cut the tape, and there was a faint smell coming from the paper box.Lin Xiang frowned and opened the box.

At the bottom of the carton lay several dead mice that had been dismembered.

Next to the dead mouse was a card: Disgusting, scum, die!Trash screenwriter, if he harms Huo Sirong again, he will die with a household registration book!

The little girl now is too fierce.

Lin Xiang closed the carton as if nothing had happened, kicked the box out of the door, closed the door and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept this time. Lin Xiang even had a record of sleeping for three days in order to beat the jet lag after returning to China.

Until a knock on the door woke him up, the knock on the door was soft and heavy for a while, accompanied by the man's rough roar, crackling, like lightning and thunder.

It was raining outside the window, wisps of hazy winter rain. The raindrops hit the glass windows, rolled up dust and fell on the window lattices, soaking the outer walls of the apartment.

Lin Xiang groped to get up, her mind was not clear enough, and she couldn't even hear the voice outside the door clearly.Probably after sleeping for too long, the five sense organs, limbs, and internal organs did not respond.

He sat for a while, and when the scene in front of him gradually became clear, he slowly got up and walked to the door.

This kind of door has no peepholes, so he can't see the people outside.

Lin Xiang rolled up the quilt and waited patiently for the knock on the door to disappear, but it didn't.

The knock on the door became louder and louder.He heard someone yelling: "Lin Er, Lin Er!!!"

Huo Sirong?Lin Xiang woke up suddenly, he was discharged from the hospital?

Lin Xiang opened the door.

Huo Sirong seemed to have rushed here in the rain, his hair was wet, and the shoulders of his clothes were dyed dark. He grabbed Lin Xiang and looked at him for a long time, making sure that he was fine, before slowly exhaling a long breath.

"Are you alright?" Lin Xiang asked back with a frown, Huo Sirong looked around his small room, and then carried Lin Xiang into his arms with the quilt in his arms: "No, no one answered my phone, and everyone couldn't get in touch. You, I will leave the hospital early and run to take a look."

"Oh."

"Are you okay?" Huo Sirong touched his ears protruding from the quilt: "Why is it so cold? There's no air conditioner here?"

"You don't care." Lin Xiang said irritably, "Get out."

"What the hell have you been doing these past few days?" Huo Sirong asked endlessly, "You disappeared for three days, I thought you were gone."

"sleep."

After Huo Sirong made a fuss, Lin Xiang became sober instead, and the hunger in his stomach suddenly rushed, and his stomach made an unsatisfactory gurgling sound.

Huo Sirong was surprised how he could sleep for three days in a row, when he heard Lin Xiang's stomach rumbling, he immediately pulled him and said, "Come on, I'll take you out for dinner."