I want to be your white moonlight

Some injuries are caused by suffering, and they can't be cured no matter what.

Lin Xiang raised his eyelids and glanced at Huo Sirong, who looked haggard after the operation. He looked away and silently drooped his head.

"Lin Xiang, come here." Huo Sirong stretched out a hand towards him.

Lin Xiang turned a deaf ear, remained unmoved, turned and left.

He didn't take a few steps when he heard the blunt sound of a heavy object hitting the ground behind him. Wen Yao was startled and angry, and shouted loudly: "Sir, what are you doing to yourself!"

"He doesn't care about you at all!" Wen Yao said angrily.

Lin Xiang paused, and rationally told him that he should look back to see Huo Sirong's injuries, lest Mr. Huo's injuries be too serious and he should be blamed for this again.

He can't afford it.

Lin Xiang buried his mouth in his collar, took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.

He turned around and walked back to Huo Sirong's side, looking down at him condescendingly.

Huo Sirong was eager to chase him, and fell off the operating table.

Lin Xiang squatted down, stared into Huo Sirong's eyes, paused every word, and said cruelly: "Let's break up, it's boring, I don't like you a long time ago."

Huo Sirong seemed to hear the sound of the cold winter wind whistling outside the window, passing through the open window, rolling up the swaying curtains, a gust of cold wind swept from the depths of hell, carrying the stench of the past, and swept through the empty corridor , pierced his heart.

"I don't believe it." Huo Sirong looked back at him not to be outdone, and repeated with emphasis: "I don't believe it."

Time stands still at this moment, so everything turns into stars shining in the void. Countless dying stars collapse and sink billions of light years away, forming an invisible dark singularity, hiding in the most secret corner, attracting thousands of cosmic dust.

Those moods that fluctuate like dust are all tied in the eyes of the sweetheart.

"Believe it or not." Lin Xiang left him and stood up.

The nurses swarmed up, moved Huo Sirong back to the stretcher, and hurriedly sent him to the intensive care unit.

"Lin Xiang, don't go." Huo Sirong pleaded hopelessly: "Don't let me not find you."

Wen Yao looked at it for a while, then sighed and said, "Lin Er, you pushed your husband downstairs. You did it wrong. Why don't you just stay and have a meal with him, and we'll settle the matter?"

Wen Yao walked up to Lin Xiang, patted him on the shoulder, and persuaded him in a low voice: "Take advantage of this meal to speak clearly, cut the mess quickly, and break up. I can't stand the two of you making such a fuss."

Lin Xiang didn't move, but stood still and didn't leave.

Wen Yao patted him on the shoulder, turned around and said to Huo Sirong, "I'll go out and bring back something to eat."

"Buy some light ones, Lin Er's stomach can't stand the stimulation." Huo Sirong urged, Wen Yao nodded: "Okay, that's fine."

In the ward, Huo Sirong was lying on the bed, and Lin Xiang was sitting on the small sofa beside him. Neither of them spoke, and each other was silent.

"How has your past six months been?" Huo Sirong asked softly.

Lin Xiang raised her head and glanced at him, then lowered her head again, and replied indifferently: "It's okay."

Huo Sirong's leg was not broken, but dislocated.

But it's not unheard of for the doctor to let him stay for two hundred days, after all new injuries and old illnesses, at Huo Sirong's age, he should be more careful.

Huo Sirong supported the bed with both palms, picked himself up, sat on the bed, and fixed his eyes on Lin Xiang.

"Thin." Huo Sirong commented.

"I'm serious." Lin Xiang wasn't interested in hearing what he continued to talk about. She raised her eyes to look at the man on the hospital bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stop doing this."

"I'm not interested in going over the past with you. I won't be the screenwriter of "Vertical and Horizontal" anymore, and the script will be handed over to others. Mr. Huo, let's settle the matter. You go your own way, and I'll go over my single-plank bridge. It's over." , will it work?" Lin Xiang asked him in a discussing tone.

Just like in a traffic accident, the perpetrator relentlessly pursues the victim, wanting to pay off all the compensation in detail, but the victim just wants to forget the pain when the scar is healed, so he can't dodge in time, lest the other party mention it inadvertently, and then Open up the healed wound.

"I really don't need your compensation." Lin Xiang said distressedly, "It's boring, I don't need money, nor you."

Huo Sirong stared at him deeply.

Lin Xiang twisted his neck, turned his face so that his cheeks were facing him, lowered his head and fiddled with his elderly phone, and wiped the smudges on the screen with his thumb awkwardly.

Unexpectedly, Huo Sirong didn't answer, but turned to which pot he didn't open, and said: "You used to look at me and couldn't eat, now? Are you okay? Still can't eat?"

Lin Xiang didn't want to have any further entanglements with him, so she nodded numbly and indifferently, "Okay, everything's okay."

When Huo Sirong faced him now, any emotion would be clearly revealed, and he no longer hid it.Lin Xiang, on the other hand, lost interest in understanding.

Wen Yao brought lunch. Since Lin Xiang's stomach is not very good, the staple food is light vegetable porridge, and a serving of minced meatball soup, crystal shrimp dumplings, bok choy in broth, and mixed fruit crisps.

Before doing it differently, Lin Xiang would have to pout and complain about the bland taste.

As for now, he only felt that his stomach was empty, so he couldn't wait to grab the bowl and chopsticks, and gulped down two or three mouthfuls of porridge, only to relieve his hunger a little.

All the food was placed on the small table in front of Huo Sirong, Lin Xiang sat on the edge of the bed, concentrating on eating without taking care of others.

Huo Sirong stared at him for a while, then said in a low voice: "Didn't it be agreed? Just look at me and eat these, so I can rest assured."

Lin Xiang was almost half full, he raised his head annoyed, and met Huo Sirong's eyes.

A silver spoon containing clear porridge was handed over, Huo Sirong held the handle of the spoon carefully, the edge of the silver spoon was just touching the corner of his lips, Huo Sirong said softly: "Open your mouth."

Lin Xiang endured it for a long time before she managed not to lift the table.

He's past the age of flipping the table at random, he's an adult, calm down, it doesn't hurt.

Lin Xiang's face was full of disgust, and he opened his mouth very slowly, and his eyelids drooped unconsciously.Huo Sirong persuaded him: "Look at me."

Lin Xiang had no choice but to open his eyes wide again, Huo Sirong's entire face was clearly visible in his eyes, and he was so familiar that he could tell how many nose hairs Huo Sirong had.

The porridge entered my mouth, and it was too bitter to swallow.Those nightmarish pasts that are hard to get rid of, settled in the years, come one after another.

In fact, many of the injuries did not come from Huo Sirong, but Lynch Shan, but the person who caused all these happened to be him.

Without Huo Sirong, Lin Xiang would have no weakness, and Lin Qishan would have no reason to use Huo Sirong's name to lock him into the basement.

It's just a coincidence, and good fortune is impermanent.

Lin Xiang rushed to the trash can and vomited out all the food he ate just now, until the acid water in his stomach surged, he lay weakly on the small sofa and sucked his nose.

Huo Sirong wanted to flip the table, but he quickly calmed down.

Now he can't wait to get Lin Qishan out of the prison, beat him to death with sticks, and quarter his body, how painful it is.

Time passed silently.Supporting the table with one hand, Huo Sirong clenched his fist with the other, and slammed the edge of the table fiercely. With self-torturing hatred and pain, he pulled out the nutritional needle on the back of his hand.

He called Wen Yao and asked him to bring another lunch, and then took Lin Xiang to the small cafeteria where he ate.

Lin Xiang was finally able to have a peaceful lunch.

Wen Yao sat next to him, watched him gobble it up, smiled helplessly, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone to browse for fun.

With his thumb sliding rapidly on the screen, Wen Yao didn't think at all when playing this game, which one came out and ordered which one, he was casual and indulgent, which also caused him to pass the level very slowly.

"Have you mentioned it with your husband? Break up." Wen Yao asked casually.

Lin Xiang chewed the shrimp dumplings wholeheartedly, stirred the slightly hot porridge with a spoon, and said inarticulately: "I mentioned it, but he didn't answer directly."

Wen Yao paused with his flying thumbs, looked up at him, and said on a whim: "Why don't you torture him more and make him give up."

As soon as he finished talking about this bad idea, he thought about it again, it was too whimsical and unreliable.

As soon as Lin Xiang came back, Huo Sirong was admitted to the hospital twice within a week.If Lin Er is really ruthless, Wen Yao is suspicious, next time he will get Taiping to indirect Mr. Huo.

"Hey." Wen Yao sighed helplessly.

Lin Xiang continued to eat her own food as if nothing had happened.

It is said that the muscles and bones were injured for a hundred days, but Mr. Huo went out to work on the tenth day, and the studio started working again.

Lin Xiang originally wanted to resign with Director Zhao, but Huo Sirong put the list in front of his eyes and emphasized repeatedly: "If we can't pay back, we can't settle."

Lin Xiangsen sneered: "I want to die."

Huo Sirong smiled: "It's as sweet as candy."

The relationship between the two is now known to everyone in the world, but there are too few cute CPs, and most of them want them to break up quickly.

On the one hand, Huo Sirong is, after all, the ancient male god in the hearts of countless opposite sexes, while Lin Xiang is known as the top ten young noblemen in the country who are rich, single, and beautiful.On the other hand, no matter which angle you look at, the pain between these two people is too deep-rooted, and it's not good to be together.

Otherwise, are the relatives tired of each other?

Lin Xiang three years ago might never have imagined that one day, his relationship with Huo Sirong would switch places.He couldn't dodge in time, Huo Sirong chased after him.

Lin Xiang faced each other with a cold face all day long, and Huo Sirong kept rubbing his cold butt with his hot face.

After returning to the set, everyone had to stay in a hotel.Lin Xiang's room is on the twelfth floor, and Huo Sirong lives downstairs.

So Mr. Huo personally brought breakfast upstairs every day, knocked on the door, Lin Xiang opened a crack in the door, took the breakfast with peace of mind, and then locked the door with a bang.

The filming of "Vertical and Horizontal" is still going on, and Huo Sirong's disguise is so good that no one notices that his leg injury has not yet healed.Only Wen Yao and Lin Xiang knew about this matter.

That afternoon, the seventh act was to be filmed. Su Qin stood in the wind and rain, and made an impassioned speech in conjunction with the strategy of the six kingdoms. Su Qin had to gain the trust of King Yan before he could show his grand plans.

He has failed too many times, but this time is the closest to hope.

The sprinkler was ready, and Huo Sirong was wearing a thin costume, and read the lines again.Director Zhao said worriedly: "Xiao Huo, why don't we find a substitute, you have just been discharged from the hospital."

Lin Xiang was beside him, and glanced at them indifferently.

Huo Sirong looked at his nose, nose and heart, and declined politely: "Listen to the scriptwriter, it's fine."

Director Zhao glanced at Lin Xiang, then at Huo Sirong, combined with the recent trending searches, as if he had discovered some terrible secret, waved his hand, and simply retreated away from the two of them.

"The ambulance is ready." Lin Xiang said with a smile.

Huo Sirong nodded politely: "Thank you, the screenwriter, for your concern."

Lin Xiang thought to himself, why don't I have a hammer in my hand, so I gave him a mallet.

The heavy rain poured down, the torrential rain was like a scoop, and the blower was whirring.

In the midst of winter, Huo Sirong was drowned.

Su Qin's impassioned speeches were all completed in the rain. Huo Sirong had to withstand the severe cold, heavy rain, and strong wind, let his clothes be blown, and complete this scene with an extremely persistent attitude.

"Yan Zhao is attached to each other, and Zhao's ambition is far greater than that of Qin. The king is worried about Qin but not Zhao. Isn't it just chasing after the end?!"

The lines jumped out in large sections, and the camera traveled along the track, taking a panoramic view of Su Qin's demeanor from different directions and angles.

Director Zhao stroked his chin and said, "Not bad, pay attention to lighting."

This play is broadcast live, and the receiver with a waterproof cover hangs high.

Lin Xiang tightly squeezed the script in her hand, and her palms were soaked with fine sweat at some point.He knew very well that Huo Sirong's legs would definitely not be able to bear the rain and the cold air.

However, Mr. Huo's back is so straight, like a straight and steep mountain. On the mountain, the lone pine whose neck has been blown to one side is proud and bony.

Wen Yao was in a hurry, and hurried to Lin Xiang's side, begging him: "Why don't we forget it first, let's shoot the post-production first? Lin Er, you won't really want Mr.'s life!"

Lin Xiang acted as if he had never heard of it, and his eyes were fixed on Huo Sirong in the rain.

For a moment, he seemed to see the self who fell in the pool of rain and blood, holding Huo Sirong's lapel tightly in Huo Sirong's arms, full of longing, unwillingness and resentment.

If the years pass and the old scars are healed and there is no reunion, will they all be fine.

Lin Xiang felt a dull pain in his stomach, he stood up, left the script, and went back to the hotel alone.

As soon as Lin Xiang disappeared, Huo Sirong telepathized, and Su Qin, who was originally in the play, immediately returned to reality.

Zhao Daoshi called out at the right time to stop.

Wen Yao rushed to Huo Sirong's side and took a closer look. Even makeup couldn't stop the tiredness in Mr. Huo's eyes.

Huo Sirong's eyes were bloodshot, Wen Yao took advantage of the situation to test the temperature of his forehead with his palm, it was scalding hot, he could boil an egg on the spot.Wen Yao shouted impatiently: "Doctor, accompanying doctor!"

Huo Sirong had a high fever and his leg injury recurred, the filming was suspended, and everyone worked together to send him back to the hotel.An ambulance with complete medical equipment and medicines arrived in front of the hotel.

Huo Sirong insisted on staying in the hotel, so the nurse temporarily installed medical equipment in his room.

The doctor gave him a fever-reducing injection, hung up glucose, and asked him, "Does your leg hurt?"

Obviously it was a piercing pain that was unbearable even when he gritted his teeth, but Huo Sirong shook his head and said nonchalantly, "It's okay."

The doctor looked at him in surprise, rolled up Huo Sirong's trouser legs, his left leg was all red and swollen, and his knee joint was red, swollen and blue.

Wen Yao, who was watching from the side, gasped involuntarily. The doctor asked the nurses to increase the temperature in the room, checked and dealt with it, and followed the ambulance back to the hospital.

Wen Yao wiped his face, and sat down beside Huo Sirong: "How much does it hurt?" Wen Yao asked, "It's piercing to the bone?"

Huo Sirong's thick eyebrows were twisted into a character horoscope. He lay on his back on the bed, patted the mattress under him, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's just the thought of him torturing himself so much... hey."

Wen Yao thought for a while and said, "I'm torturing you too."

"In the car accident half a year ago, Lin Qishan sent someone to assassinate me. If Lin Xiang hadn't arranged for that motorcycle in advance, I would have been the one who died at that time." Huo Sirong used memories to relieve the pain.

"Look, how soft-hearted he is. If I were to die at that time, he would definitely be more relieved. In this world, there is no Huo Sirong to pester him and make him sad."

"People say destiny, sir, you and Lin Er probably dug each other's ancestral graves in the previous life." Wen Yao sighed.

Huo Sirong waved his hands and asked, "Where are the others? Where did they go?"

"It's in the room, I'll go and have a look." Wen Yao got up and said, Huo Sirong nodded: "Remind him to eat dinner on time."

"Okay." Wen Yao went out and went upstairs.