I want to be your white moonlight

Wen Yao failed to knock on Lin Xiang's door.

Lin Xiang fell asleep. Before the pain in his stomach spread to his brain, Lin Xiang turned on the air conditioner to the highest temperature and wrapped himself in a goose down quilt to meet Duke Zhou.

Wen Yao knocked for a long time but got no response, went to the hotel lobby to ask, but no one checked out.

He asked the hotel manager to fetch a spare room card, opened the door and found that it was Lin Xiang who was sleeping curled up under the quilt.So instead of waking him up, the heart hanging in his throat sank, and he went downstairs to inform Huo Sirong.

After Lin Xiang slept for two days, the filming of "Vertical and Horizontal" was also suspended.

When Lin Xiang woke up, Huo Sirong was sitting in a wheelchair with a liquid rod inserted into the back of the wheelchair, and Huo Sirong was still taking anti-inflammatory drugs.

Mr. Huo held a box of shortbread in his arms.

Lin Xiang followed the fragrance and opened his eyes, looking at him in a daze. The blood came back from the silence and gradually returned to its limbs.

Lin Xiang shook his head, Huo Sirong raised his hand and rubbed his earlobe, Lin Xiang finally woke up, slapped Huo Sirong's palm away, leaned back, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What's the matter?"

"Why did you sleep for so long?" Huo Sirong put the shortbread in front of him: "Did the pig change?"

Lin Xiang took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the bad breath in his chest.

Huo Sirong turned the wheelchair, turned around and poured him a glass of warm water.

Lin Xiang grabbed the cup unceremoniously and drank it headlong. His throat was dry and itchy, which made him very uncomfortable.

He drank enough water, chewed a piece of mung bean crisps and asked, "Can I walk? Why are you in a wheelchair?"

"Yes, it's just these two days to take care of her, otherwise she won't be able to shoot the next scene." Huo Sirong said frankly.

Before leaving, the doctor ordered Mr. Huo to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair without resting his leg.

Huo Sirong felt that it wasn't that serious, so he didn't take it seriously, but recuperating in the wheelchair was for better filming in the future.

"Oh, then you can do whatever you want." Lin Xiang said indifferently.

"Lin Xiang, if this leg is crippled, can you forgive me a little bit?" Huo Sirong looked at him seriously.

Lin Xiang chewed half of the biscuits, choked, patted his chest and coughed several times, then turned black and said speechlessly: "If your legs are useless, you will be useless. It's none of my business. Do you want me to give you money?" Are you doing prosthetics?"

Huo Sirong sighed and said nothing more.

"There are many problems." Lin Xiang muttered softly.

Huo Sirong pretended not to hear, his heart seemed to be split with dense seams, thousands of needles pierced in, no blood and no tears, but it was so painful that he bent down involuntarily.

Lin Xiang hugged the biscuit box with a look of disgust, and reminded him numbly and indifferently: "Don't get sick here, let me tell you, it's none of my business, lest Wen Yao make excuses to say that I owe you, don't you bother? .”

"It's okay." Huo Sirong pressed his fists against his lower lip, coughing in a low voice.

Lin Xiang got up from the bed, put on his clothes and shoes, and glanced sideways at him from the corner of his eyes: "You can stay whatever you want, I'll go out."

"You don't want to see me?" Huo Sirong turned his head and followed him closely.

"Do you need to ask?" Lin Xiang took the scarf from the coat rack, turned to face Huo Sirong, pointed to his nose and said, "With you without me, with me without you."

"It's cold outside." Huo Sirong hurriedly persuaded him: "I'll go out, you rest, don't go out, be careful of catching a cold."

Pushing the wheelchair with one hand, he turned with difficulty and went out the door.

Throughout the whole process, Lin Xiang watched indifferently, without offering any help.

Huo Sirong had just driven out the door, and before he had time to look back at him for the last time, he heard the bang of the door panels closing, and the door was locked with a click.

"Stinky bastard." Huo Sirong shook his head and sighed, Wen Yao was standing by the door, playing with his mobile phone boredly, when he saw him coming out, he straightened up and said, "You have to put your hot face on his cold ass."

Huo Sirong smiled wryly, and said to himself, "Who told him to be a sweet potato?"

Wen Yao shrugged, and said noncommittally: "Only you think so. In my opinion, Lin Er is like a different person, and he is still cuter."

"The previous... was worn out by our own hands."

Wen Yao was silent.

The filming period of "Vertical and Horizontal" lasted for a month. After the filming was finished, the crew gathered for a dinner, neither Lin Xiang nor Huo Sirong attended.

Lin Xiang went back to his small rental house, and Huo Sirong went back to the villa where he and Lin Xiang lived. Of course, he didn't stay in the villa for long before he was sent to a special nursing home.

For Lin Xiang, this month was nothing more than sleeping and watching the scene, and was caught by Huo Sirong for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

But for Huo Sirong, it was a hellish life experience. His experience in the play was about a little easier than the ten tortures in ancient times.

Huo Sirong's therapist was full of surprise: "You're back again?!"

The therapist lifted up his trouser legs and looked even more shocked: "Why did you just come back from filming, this leg injury can be so serious?!"

"Is it useless?" Huo Sirong asked casually, and the recuperator nodded heavily: "Almost."

"That's pretty good." Huo Sirong said sincerely, so he had an excuse to keep Lin Xiang.

The therapist had an innocent black question mark on his face.

Since Huo Sirong got Lin Xiang's mobile phone number, he has to send him twenty text messages every day, three in the morning, three in the middle and three in the evening, reminding him that Wen Yao's meal is here, and let him eat it while it's hot. There are nine records of the journal during the recovery period, and the other two say good morning and good night.

Lin Xiang never returned it, nor opened it to read.

At that time, he found himself unable to eat and swallow even worse.

Xie Zongyao kept calling, urging him to go for a physical examination. He made an appointment for a physical examination at a health institution, but Lin Xiang kept refusing to go if he was not free.

Xie Zongyao threatened: "If you don't go, your grandma and I will go back to China and take you there personally."

Lin Xiang had no choice but to put on an expressionless face and take the bus to Ningbei Sanhuan Physical Examination Center.

The doctor at the physical examination center drew three tubes of blood from him and asked him to hold the card and blow it to his mouth until the blue spot in the center of the card was blown white.

Finally a beautiful female doctor handed him the report.

They sat in the closed diagnosis room, separated by a white table, and the female doctor returned the report to him over the computer monitor.The medical staff in the physical examination center are not as used to seeing life and death as those in the hospital. When encountering some difficult diseases, they are more likely to express their emotions.

The off-white curtains were drawn behind the doctor, and the bleak winter light fell, reflecting on Lin Xiang's pale face, and he couldn't help shrinking his head.

"You're only 24..." The female doctor sighed softly.

Lin Xiang's eyes dimmed, and there was a buzzing in his ears.

He seemed to hear the sound of vehicles honking outside the window, the hurried footsteps of pedestrians stepping on the stone slabs, and the young men and women dressed in coquettish and weird clothes. They passed the oldest plane tree by the street together, and there was a sound of a child whistling in the tube building. sound.

Under the sky, a group of disoriented wild geese flapped their wings dizzily in the cold winter.

"I have a request." Lin Xiang whispered, "Please, don't give this report to anyone. Just pretend I'm fine."

The female doctor is the person in charge of this medical examination center. Before Lin Xiang came, Xie Zongyao had greeted her and hoped that she would take care of her.

"But you should go to the hospital immediately, you are still so young!" The doctor couldn't believe it: "Why, you don't want to go to the hospital?"

"No." Lin Xiang shook his head: "I just think it's boring."

The doctor's name is very simple, it is Chen Lin.

Lin Xiang glanced at her badge, her smile was full of indifference, like a warm passer-by whose smile could melt the entire cold winter.

He said softly: "Sister Chen, I don't want my grandpa and grandma to worry. I will go to the hospital for treatment of this disease after I arrive in the United States. Don't worry, I have dealt with domestic affairs and will definitely go for treatment. Grandpa and grandma are old. There are so many things in the company, I don't want them to worry about me anymore. What's more, I'm an adult and I can handle it myself."

Chen Lin pondered for a long time before she nodded: "Okay then, don't tell others about this. But you leave a contact information, and I will keep track of your situation."

"Okay." Lin Xiang agreed graciously, and exchanged WeChat with Chen Lin.

He walked out of the medical examination center, wrapped his down jacket tightly, and directly opposite was a towering office building, covered with company billboards.

Lin Xiang returned to the rental house, called Gao Zhen who was far away in the United States, and asked him to send Lin Yan back to China immediately.

Lin Xiang personally went to the airport to pick up Lin Yan.

Even though he is a cheap brother who works as a cleaner for the Lin family, he seems to be living a very happy life.That's right, it's not in line with Lin Yan's wishes to put such a big house in Lin's house where no one lives there.

Lin Yan was quite unhappy when Lin Xiang asked him to return to China.

Lin Yan was sitting in the back seat of the taxi with his arms folded, and Lin Xiang was sitting next to him, thinking about something expressionlessly.

Lin Yan is a well-educated young master who habitually pretends to be a well-educated young master. His demeanor and actions are very decent in all aspects. Even the most hated Lin Xiang is in front of him. Lin Yan can pretend to be a brother without changing his face and heartbeat, and cares about him softly: " What's the matter? Why did you suddenly let me go back to China?"

Lin Xiang only replied indifferently: "Go home and talk."

Wen Yao happened to be standing in front of the rental house, holding the lunch for Lin Xiang in his hand, seeing Lin Yan, he was dumbfounded: "You are still alive?"

The corner of Lin Yan's mouth twitched: "Brother Wen, what you said is too unkind."

Lin Xiang took the lunch from Wen Yao's hand, took Lin Yan into the house, and closed the door.

Wen Yao touched his nose, the task was completed, and he left.

Lin Xiang opened the lunch box, took the disposable chopsticks and slowly poked the shredded potatoes. Lin Yan sat on the plane for a long time without eating, and felt a little hungry, so he looked at Lin Xiang greedily.

Lin Xiang gave him a white look: "There is no food for you."

Lin Yan snorted coldly, and sat back in the swivel chair.Now that there are no outsiders, he can expose his true nature and quarrel with Lin Xiang.

But Lin Xiang is too indifferent to tear it up, so it's really meaningless.Lin Yan ordered takeaway with Lin Xiang's mobile phone, and Lin Xiang glanced at the order: "35 RMB, give me cash or call WeChat."

Lin Yan's head was full of black lines: "You still lack 30 yuan of my wealth?!"

"Don't say 35, even a penny, I don't want to give it to you Lin Yan." Lin Xiang said coldly.

Lin Yan raised his head to the sky and rolled his eyes with extreme restraint: "Brother."

"Settling the score tomorrow." Lin Xiang took his words.

Lin Yan smiled: "You are right, my dear brother."

Lin Xiang got up and took out his medical report from the drawer, and handed it to Lin Yan.

Lin Yan caught a glimpse of those shocking scarlet letters, and was so surprised that his jaw almost dropped to the ground. His eyes showed extremely complicated emotions. After 30 seconds, Lin Yan casually dropped the report card, sneering: "I never thought you would have today."

Lin Xiang raised his foot and kicked him over: "If you talk to me again in this tone, I guarantee that tomorrow you will appear on the battlefield in the Middle East and be chopped into a stick."

Lin Yan immediately fell silent.

"I have something I want you to do." Lin Xiang glared at Lin Yan fiercely, and seeing that the other party had calmed down, she sat down calmly and said in a low voice, "It's my last wish."