I want to be your white moonlight

"Why do you have to fight to the death?" Lin Yan looked at the idiot's expression: "You can't go for treatment? It's not the end yet."

"It's me who finds it boring." Lin Xiang spread his hands, "It doesn't matter whether you're alive or dead. Look at this world, one more of me is not much, and one less of me is quite a lot."

Lin Yan sat on the chair, turned around once to the left, once to the right, and back and forth two or three times.

Lin Xiang was dizzy after seeing it: "Lin Yan, you have no right to refuse what I arranged."

"Come on, you, let me give Brother Huo a chrysanthemum? You arrange a fart." Lin Yan patted and stood up: "Brother is a straight man, the kind of steel, how can I understand the brain circuit of you two dead gays ?”

Lin Xiang lowered her face, Lin Yan felt timid, sat down again, and patted her thigh: "Then after you are gone, all your money will belong to me?"

"Hmm." Lin Xiang crossed his hands and said with a smile, "Actually, I plan to donate most of them."

Lin Yan looked around the room, looking for any weapon that would allow him to beat this cheap brother to death with a hammer.

"Forget it, let's not mention this matter for the time being." Lin Xiang waved his hand: "It just so happens that you are back, it is better to hit the sun than to choose another day, let's go to my mother's grave."

Lin Yan stared at him, folded his arms and said, "You think you don't have much time, so you are in a hurry to arrange everything?"

"I don't want to leave regrets."

"Don't say it as if you are really going to die, the scourge will last for thousands of years."

"Are you introducing yourself? Mingda brother."

"Little brother, my brother kindly persuades you, why do you bite Lu Dongbin like a dog and don't know a good heart?"

"Lin Yan, let me book a parking space in the Middle East for you, do you want?"

"..."

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long, and the sky darkens quickly.

As dusk fell, Lin Xiang carried a handful of white chrysanthemums, and went to the cemetery with Lin Yan.

The two climbed up the stairs and walked to the halfway up the mountain.Chen Rong slept soundly in the farthest tomb, and flowers and fruits were placed in front of her tombstone.

Who released it, the answer is self-evident.

During the two years since Lin Xiang left, Huo Sirong had always come to worship on his behalf. On Qingming Festival and New Year's Eve, it was Huo Sirong who visited Chen Rong's grave.

"Brother Huo really cares about you." Lin Yan sighed suddenly.

Lin Xiang squatted down in front of Chen Rong's stele, raised her eyes to look at the smiling adoptive mother in the black and white photo, and saw the past one by one.

In the cold winter of that year, Lin Xiang and his little friends went out for wild outings and stayed away in the middle of the night. Father Lin and Mother Chen left their small business and searched for him non-stop.

Mother Chen cried and shouted in the cold wind: "Lin Er, Lin Er!"

Lin Xiang was in a panic, and rushed out from the bushes, and said aggrievedly, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Mother Chen hugged him tightly, wiped away her tears, led her home and ordered a bowl of hot noodles.

The next day, Father Lin spent some of his savings to buy a telephone watch that had been advertised on the market, and put it on Lin Xiang's wrist, and told him to call his parents if he needed something.

Later, Chen Rong passed away, and when she was dying, she was still holding his hand, especially worried about her youngest son: "You have always had your own opinions, and Mom can't make things difficult for you. Just for Mr. Huo, don't like him so much, two men It's not easy to be together, if he doesn't want you someday, what will you do?"

"Like others less, look at yourself more. Second child, the world is big, everyone has their own fate, mom just hopes you live a more selfish life. Just make yourself better, don't worry about other people's suffering, remember? "

Lin Xiang grabbed Chen Rong's skinny hand, bit her lower lip tightly and was speechless.

Chen Rong closed her eyes and sighed, "Mom, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for her."

That "she" might refer to Xie Xin, but Lin Xiang at that time couldn't understand.

Up to now, things are different.

"Huo Sirong?" Lin Xiang pulled the corners of his lips in a calm manner: "He is just an insignificant outsider. He doesn't care about me either, Lin Yan, you won't expect too much, Huo Sirong didn't covet your rotten chrysanthemum Right, huh?"

"You are too vulgar, little brother." Lin Yan could only smile.He followed Lin Xiang and knelt down in front of Chen Rong's tomb.

The sky was cloudy and cloudy, and after a while, the sky sank into darkness.

As the sun sank to the horizon, the street lamps around the cemetery lit up one after another.

"Brother, you plotted against me in order to survive, I can understand, after all, you are shameless enough." Lin Xiang said casually.

Lin Yan: "...I am ready to kill you now."

"It's just that if it wasn't for that blood draw, I wouldn't hate Huo Sirong so much now." Lin Xiang sighed softly, "I can't forgive him."

Lin Yan decided to keep quiet.When Lin Xiang was expressing his feelings, if Lin Yan dared to intervene, Lin Xiang could send him to the Middle East to play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds the next day.

"After getting married, I slowly accepted that maybe I'll spend the rest of my life with Huo Sirong like this. I'm... very happy. The person I've loved for so long is finally mine."

"But I seem to be wrong. Huo Sirong exchanged me for you, and he returned me to Lynch Shan, that perverted father... Huo Sirong, what a genius."

"But without Lynch Mountain, you wouldn't be as rich as you are now. He gave you status, money, power, and the entire Lin family." Lin Yan interrupted: "Lin Er, gains and losses, there are gains and losses."

"I snatched it myself." Lin Xiang looked at the dark void, the night had erased the traces of the tombstone, only the notification light of the mobile phone was flickering on and off.

Huo Sirong kept calling him.

"If you have a life, you get it, if you don't, you can enjoy it." Lin Yan commented bluntly.

Lin Xiang smiled, noncommittal.He groped for his wrist, and the skin had swelling marks round after round, all of which he pinched out by himself.

"I plot against Lynch Mountain, plot against Mr. Huo, plot against Lancaster...but I can't plot against him." Lin Xiang blinked.

The frost condenses silently in the winter night.

Lin Xiang was wrapped in a thick down jacket, with his knees knocking on the cold brick surface, he pressed his stomach lightly, and sighed in a very weak voice: "Half a year ago, Lin Qishan was desperate, he must have hated Huo Sirong very much."

"A person like Lin Qishan has to hold his back before he dies. He will definitely not let him go, so..." Lin Xiang bent down unbearably, with his palms sticking out of his sleeves, supporting the cold stone bricks.

The icy cold and cold air caused trembling, poured into the limbs along the arms, and the skin was quickly covered with goose bumps.

The young man's eyes were as deep as obsidian, which made his skin paler. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead, and the fine sweat soaked his forehead hair. He took a few heavy breaths with difficulty.

Lin Yan grabbed his arm: "Don't hold on, go to the hospital, and get chemotherapy early to save you!"

"As soon as I thought he would die..." Lin Xiang closed her eyes tightly, and continued in a trembling voice, "I was very scared, afraid that he would die before me, afraid that there would be no Huo Sirong in my unaccompanied world."

"At that time, I realized that no matter how he treats me, cheats, hurts or dislikes me, I still... like him very much. I am hopeless." Lin Xiang laughed at himself.

"That's why I asked someone to protect him secretly, and saved Huo Sirong with my life." Lin Xiang confessed all his sincerity in the boundless darkness.

Whether he likes it or regrets it, whether he loves it or hates it, he hates it, and all his thoughts and emotions are all attributed to Huo Sirong.

"But I can't forgive him...I hate him." Lin Xiang said intermittently.

At night, the temperature dropped even lower, the air pierced into the lung cavity like ice, the capillaries constricted, and the fine ice slag flowed along the blood, and the cold air froze the riddled heart into a rigid stone wall.

"Look at this man, he says he likes me, loves me, and can't leave me, but the hurt he left me is the most unforgettable." Lin Xiang coughed muffled.

Lin Yan grasped his arm tightly, not daring to relax for a moment: "Second brother, I don't want your money anymore, let's go, go back to the United States now, find Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Xie, so much money can't you get your life back?! "

"If I had always been a goldfish brain, I might be able to be with him without any grievances. Unfortunately, he asked my grandfather and grandma to take me away."

"He let go again and again, but still expects me to still like him? Are you crazy." Lin Xiang commented with a sneer.

"Brother, after all this hard work, I finally understand a truth." Lin Xiang supported Lin Yan's arms, leaned on his shoulders, closed his eyes and said softly: "The person he first saw was not me. For the rest of his life, he will never love me."

"You're his white moonlight. I'm the only one on the way, forget it." Lin Xiang coughed violently.

Lin Yan patted his back to comfort him, and took Lin Xiang's hand to persuade him, "Don't fart, I can see that you have been away for two years, Brother Huo went on a hunger strike for you, for your insomnia, and humbly begged Lin Qishan for you." His assistant, he was chased away with a broom, and he was called gay in front of everyone in the company, but he endured it all, just for you."

Lin Xianghong looked at him with rimmed eyes, and Lin Yan was speechless: "I don't understand what gay people think, you two are going to die all day long, love and hate intertwined, if you have something to say, can't it be over?"

"Lin Xiang, you were not such a mother-in-law before."

Lin Yan pulled him up from the floor tiles, grabbed his arm and said: "I used to be afraid that without your blood, I would die and I wanted to live, so I wrote that letter to Brother Huo. I just wanted to To live on, at the time I was thinking of drawing some blood from you and not wanting to die, who would have thought that I would become such a virtue later on."

"Second, it's better to be alive than to be dead. Only by living can there be hope." Lin Yan supported his crumbling body: "Go, go home."

"Lin Yan, don't you want me to die?" Lin Xiang sneered, with sarcasm in his eyes, he pushed Lin Yan away and raised his chin lightly: "I'm dead, all this is yours."

"Wealth, power, and status are all yours." Lin Xiang looked up to the sky, and gently closed her eyes: "You live on my behalf."

Those who are not reconciled to realizing it will be handed over to the real Bai Yueguang.The three of them have been entangled for so long, it is better to return Lin Yan to Huo Sirong.

Let everything return to the original point, let me disappear without a sound.

"Lin Xiang!" Lin Yan was angry: "Why are you so crazy at night?! I'm not you, and I don't want to be you. It's none of my business that you two are arguing. Who are you going to show your face to? Do you think I feel bad? Do you think others love you? "

"Fart! They can't wait to see you make jokes, and they can't wait for you to be so miserable that everyone can step on it! Can you be sober? Can't live without Huo Sirong?!" Lin Yan grabbed his shoulder, Stare into his eyes: "Go home and get medical treatment."

Lin Xiang looked at him, and Lin Yan hated that iron could not be made into steel.

The eye sockets were sore, the limbs were blown soft by the cold wind, a huge crack opened in the bottom of my heart, the dark wind poured in, and the whole world shrank into a narrow corner in front of the tombstone.

Fear intertwined with longing.

Lin Xiang hugged Lin Yan, her voice hoarse: "Brother, I want to live."

The car lights flickered outside the cemetery, Huo Sirong was stepping on the mud, his coat was wrapped in the cold wind, his right leg stepped on the floor tiles, there was a slight tingling pain, his two legs were slightly uncoordinated.

He has been here many times to pay homage to Lin Xiang's adoptive mother. Occasionally, when there was no one there, he would confide his feelings to his deceased mother. When he missed Lin Xiang so much, he would stay in front of the stele for a long time, wondering if Lin Xiang would suddenly appear.

But countless hopes, in exchange for countless disappointments.

"Lin Xiang—" Huo Sirong called him, "Lin Xiang!"

Lin Xiang straightened up, and Lin Yan responded, "Brother Huo, this way!"

Huo Sirong rushed over, took off his overcoat and wrapped Lin Xiang tightly, hugged him into his arms, and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me?"

Lin Xiang was at a loss: "What are you talking about?"

"Lin Yan sent your medical report... I know it all." Huo Sirong kneaded his cold cheeks and covered Lin Xiang's frozen red ears: "It's okay, don't be afraid, there is still room for improvement in the middle stage of the disease."

Lin Xiang was in a daze.

Huo Sirong squatted down, Lin Yan helped him put Lin Xiang on his broad back, so Huo Sirong walked out of the cemetery with him on his back, and rushed him to the central hospital when Lin Xiang was at a loss.

It is still a high-priced, home-furnished intensive care unit.

The attending doctor is a good friend of the former old professor, and also a highly respected professor at Ningbei University School of Medicine, surnamed Yuan.

Huo Sirong stayed up all night, discussing Lin Xiang's condition with Professor Yuan.Professor Yuan was accompanied by two doctoral assistants who kept taking notes.

Professor Yuan held up the examination photo and explained: "The test result of Helicobacter pylori infection was positive. His physical examination report showed that he had undergone a gastroscopy, and the submucosa of the stomach could be raised with the naked eye. The hospital preliminarily judged that it should be in the middle stage. He is young. Chemotherapy and surgery can cure it.”

"It can be cured?" Huo Sirong repeatedly confirmed.

Professor Yuan thought for a while, and replied with reservations: "It requires the patient's cooperation. It is very important to maintain a good mood."

Huo Sirong nodded.

He walked out of Professor Yuan's office and sat slumped at the door of Lin Xiang's ward, not daring to go in.

Huo Sirong bent down, put his head in his hands, and supported his knees with his elbows. There was too much pain in his chest, but he didn't dare to yell to vent it, for fear of disturbing Lin Xiang who was sleeping soundly in the room.

He should have thought of it long ago.

During the two years when Lin Xiang left him, he ate casually, refused to eat when he was hungry or not, and even Lin Qishan gave him emetics, all of which damaged his stomach.

Later, when Lin Xiang came back, he vomited repeatedly, had fever, stomach pain and discomfort. These symptoms were clearly enough for him to worry about Lin Xiang's health.

Why ignore?Why didn't you notice it in time?Why do you think it is just ordinary gastritis?

Huo Sirong was filled with remorse, he really wished that all those natural disasters and man-made disasters would be shared with him, but why did they come to Lin Xiang again and again?

He is still so small.

Huo Sirong punched the wall with his fist, and let out a suppressed angry roar.

Wen Yao hung up the phone, walked over and said, "Dong Xie and Mrs. Xie have been notified."

Huo Sirong covered his face with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Take care of the company's affairs. If there is nothing important, just... No, no matter what happens, don't look for me. Let's talk about it after Lin Xiang recovers."

Wen Yao nodded and said solemnly, "Don't worry."

Huo Sirong's tall body became bent like an elderly man at some point, and he opened the door of the ward with his head downcast.

In the dim sleep light, the pale young man frowned slightly, his pale lips murmured slightly, as if he had a bad dream, which made him uneasy.

Huo Sirong walked to the sofa next to Lin Xiang and sat down. He clenched his fists and pressed his forehead against his forehead, beating repeatedly.

He didn't feel sleepy at all, he didn't dare to leave for a moment, and sat all night.Early the next morning, the whole person was haggard, and his black hair, which was always neatly combed, was scattered like a grass nest.

Lin Xiang woke up, his limbs were weak, and he lay motionless.

Huo Sirong noticed that he opened his eyes, so he looked at him quietly without making a sound.

Strangely, Lin Xiang didn't see him, but seemed to know that he was by his side, with a hoarse and dry voice, he opened his mouth and asked, "Huo Sirong, do you regret it?"

This was the first time Lin Xiang asked him if he regretted it. Huo Sirong couldn't count, and he couldn't hold back his sobs when he opened his mouth. He was silent for a while, calmed down his emotions, and then replied softly: "I don't regret it."

Lin Xiang blinked and laughed, "Silly Que."

"I want to be with you the most in this life, Lin Er, I like you, I don't regret it." Huo Sirong walked to the end of the bed, rolled up his hospital bed, and let Lin Xiang sit on his back.

Lin Xiang turned her head to look at him, and stretched out her hand towards him.Huo Sirong stepped forward to hold it, sat down beside Lin Xiang, held that hand in his palm and kissed it.

"Actually, when I was tossing around, I wondered if it would become like this one day." Lin Xiang sighed softly, "I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of dying."

Huo Sirong tried his best to force out a smile that wasn't a smile, and said hastily and painfully: "No, Professor Yuan said it's okay, it can be cured. Radical surgery and adjuvant chemotherapy are needed."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, just take anesthesia."

"Oh……"

Huo Sirong poured him a cup of warm water, Lin Xiang opened his mouth, Huo Sirong pressed the rim of the cup to his lips, and fed Lin Xiang to drink it down.

"I'm thinking about it," Lin Xiang said in a low voice, "I'll leave Ningbei when I get better."

"What about me?" Huo Sirong forced a smile, Lin Xiang glanced at him and raised his chin slightly: "Who cares about you."

Huo Sirong patted his head, and said in a low voice: "No matter where you go, I will accompany you."

Lin Xiang looked away and sighed silently in her heart.

In the evening, Lin Xiang became ill.

Huo Sirong dozed off and woke up suddenly. When he got up, he knocked down the chair. He was sweating profusely and rang the bell to call the doctor. Then he hugged Lin Xiang and put his arms around him to comfort him: "The doctor is here, everything is fine."

Lin Xiang curled up tightly and bit Huo Sirong's shoulder. The air conditioner was on in the ward, and Huo Sirong was only wearing a single shirt. Lin Xiang's teeth were sharp, and he bit into the flesh in the blink of an eye.

Huo Sirong still hugged him tightly and did not let go, Lin Xiang sweated profusely from the pain, gasped, and complained intermittently: "It's all your fault."

"Blame me, blame me." Huo Sirong gently rubbed his back from top to bottom, wiping the sweat off his palms. He was in so much pain, but he pretended to be nonchalant: "Professor Yuan is a top expert in this field. He said he could do it." Help, you're sure to be fine."

"Really? But...it hurts so much." Lin Xiang weakly lay on his shoulder.

Huo Sirong turned his head and kissed his side cheek, and the salty sweat mixed with his own tears soaked his whole heart dry and pale.