I want to be your white moonlight

On the night of New Year's Eve, the old couple Xie, Huo's old couple, Huo Sirong and Lin Xiang huddled together in a ward to celebrate the Spring Festival.

By the time of the Spring Festival, Lin Xiang's health had improved a lot, and he could go out for a walk, but Huo Sirong was really worried about him, so he stubbornly refused Lin Xiang's request to go out for a walk.

Four old people, an old man and a young man, the six of them sat around a small round table set up temporarily, imagining the future, and complaining about their grandson's bad habits.

Huo Chengde said: "This little boy is disobedient, he got angry and married your family behind our two elders' backs, talking about pursuing true love, hey!"

Xie Zongyao sighed: "How many times have I persuaded him not to go back to China, he has to come back to be this screenwriter, it's not bad, and he got entangled with Huo Sirong again, hey!"

Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Xie coincidentally gagged their old man with wine, looked at each other with a smile, and saw from each other's eyes: sorry, showing off.

Lin Xiang could only eat some liquid food, he finally gave up the card game to test Oufei, and instead galloped in the glory of Caibi.

Huo Sirong: "Open your mouth."

Lin Xiang: "Ah."

Four elders: "..." At that moment, the four elders thought in unison: With this posture, are you going to remarry? ? ?

Lin Xiang didn't play matchmaking, but only checked the rankings. When he saw that the opponent's hero was more fancy than his own, he poked Huo Sirong's chest with his elbow: "This is the skin."

As an elderly man with a successful career and rich life experience, Mr. Huo expressed that he was not interested in games at all. He glanced casually and snorted: "It should be."

After the game was over, Lin Xiang immediately charged money to buy the skin.

"Discount!"

Under Huo Sirong's contemptuous gaze, Lin Xiang patted the table and explained, "Look, skin discount coupons!"

"That's right," Mr. Huo said, "It's a pity that Mahuateng took the bus."

Lin Xiang snorted heavily, turned his back to him, and secretly emptied the skin of the mall.

Xu is in response to the old Taoist's fortune, turning the year, and when spring comes, Lin Xiang is indeed getting better slowly, and he can run, jump, and yell like before, and every day he is confident enough to make Huo Sirong carry him up and down the stairs .

Lin Xiang stayed in the hospital until March. Professor Yuan thought he could be discharged, but Huo Sirong refused in every possible way: "Observe and observe." He was always worried that Lin Xiang's health would go wrong again, and it would be more convenient to stay in the hospital.

At the end of March, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Lin Xiang had had enough of the clear soup and little water, and directed Huo Sirong to say, "Go buy Lin Fuji's duck neck, as long as the meat is not bone."

Huo Sirong told him not to run around, and drove there himself.

Lin Xiang took out the credit card secretly hidden under the pillow, tidied up briefly, put on a baseball cap and slipped out of the hospital.

He went to buy a new mobile phone first, installed a new phone card, contacted the Xie family in the United States, and bought an overseas ticket with his ID card and passport.

When Huo Sirong came back, the entire ward was empty.

As the sun sets, the light shines through the window lattice and falls on the bright floor tiles.

The old man was holding spiced boneless duck neck in one hand and a fitness card that he had bought along the way in the other. He stood alone at the door, with nurses and doctors rushing to and fro behind him, and an empty ward in front of him.

Lin Xiang left nothing behind and ran away.

Huo Sirong once again lost track of Lin Xiang.

·

In the early summer evening, on a cruise ship in Fukuoka, an island country.

The hall on the first floor was overcrowded. On the stage, under the dual guidance of the conductor and the score, the symphony orchestra played dance music with ups and downs.

The hall is luxuriously furnished and resplendent in gold and jade, and the eyes are full of dazzling gold.

A beautiful young man in a small dress rushed into the crowd and walked around nimbly. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered the unexpected situation, smiled and declined the invitation of the female dance partner, put the goblet back on the plate, and walked quickly to the table with his head bowed. Go to the door.

Behind him, several young men dressed as waiters immediately followed silently.

Lin Xiang called for a small boat to take him back to the shore.

A motorcycle was parked on the side of the road. Anyone who knew it could tell at a glance that it was an RS motorcycle from Aprilia, a motorcycle racing car.

Lin Xiang unlocked it with the remote control of his mobile phone, turned over and got in the car, and the young people behind him turned on the communication headsets: "The target has been located, repeat, the target has been located."

The next scene can be called the shooting scene of an American blockbuster.

The locomotive roared and passed the noisy crowd, successfully getting the attention of the night drinkers on the side of the road. The beer bottle smashed to the ground, and the liquor flew all over the sky.

On the adjacent road, a convoy of Land Rover and Porsche clung to the locomotives, chasing and intercepting them, and the young girls in scantily clad applause loudly.

Lin Xiang drifted his tail at the limit, made a beautiful [-]-degree turn, and the Porsche that was chasing him hit a street light pole.

On the helicopter, the tall man took off his sunglasses, with a ruthless smile on his lips, and the real-time hunting screen came from the aerial camera. Lin Xiang even took time out of his busy schedule to point at the aerial camera and give him a little thumb.

The man on the helicopter clenched his back molars, as if he had chewed hard between his teeth, chewed every word and jumped out: "Lin, Xiang."

The armed forces that Huo Sirong hired at a high price were mobilized, and they chased Lin Xiang around the world for three months, and finally caught him in Fukuoka.

This bastard is really capable of sprinting, every time Huo Sirong tries to catch him, Lin Xiang can disappear out of thin air, now that Huo Sirong has opened up his joints and set up a net, it is hard to believe that Lin Xiang, a turtle in a urn, can still escape.

A hunting team of 200 people finally approached Comrade Kobayashi to a dead end.

A group of people surrounded Lin Xiang on the cross-sea bridge, the sea wind howled, the waves rolled, the helicopter barely stopped in front of the locomotive, and Huo Sirong came down from the rope ladder with a dark face.

Lin Xiang took off his helmet and kicked his foot on the ground, the sea breeze whipped up his soft and disheveled hair, making Lin Xiang's face almost crooked.

He hung the helmet on the handle impatiently, looked at Huo Sirong and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Catch me for my money, Huo Sirong, you're pretty good at it."

The money of the Huo family, the money of the Lin family, and the money of the Xie family are all property under the name of Lin Xiang. After he ran away, Huo Sirong became the nominal custodian of the company.

In order to hire people to arrest Lin Xiang, it cost a lot of money, which almost caused the company's capital chain to break, and scared several big banks to come to the door for a week, trying to persuade Mr. Huo to think twice.

However, Mr. Huo insisted on going his own way, sold two overseas subsidiaries, and finally blocked Lin Xiang in Fukuoka.

"Riding this thing is too dangerous." Huo Sirong glanced pointedly at the motorcycle under Lin Xiang's crotch, and walked towards him, his tone and demeanor were quite calm.

Only Huo Sirong knew that at this moment, he was sweating all over his body, because of panic and excitement.

Fearing that Lin Xiang would pedal his bike and run away in the next second, he was excited to meet him again.

"Come with me to the hospital for reexamination." Huo Sirong approached Lin Xiang, staring at him closely, making sure that the person in front of him was the little brat he had been dreaming of and had been holding for two months.

Lin Xiang's dress jacket had long been thrown away, and he only wore a white shirt inside, with the second button unbuttoned, revealing half of his collarbone.

Huo Sirong's eyes stuck to him presumptuously, as if wanting to remember him with those eyes, gradually moved down, Lin Xiang leaned back, and asked with a sense of crisis: "What are you looking at?"

Huo Sirong had no expression on his face, and raised his hand to button Lin Xiang's button tightly, "I see, yes, but others see, no." Huo Sirong said in a deep voice.

Lin Xiang said indifferently: "Oh."

Huo Sirong bent over and grabbed Lin Xiang's upper lip with his head sideways. The river wind on the bridge was raging, blowing his clothes, and the bangs that would be trimmed in time in the future partially covered his sight. There was only the warm touch between his lips. Lin Xiang quickly turned his head away: "You're playing hooligans in the public?"

Huo Sirong smiled, his eyes were as deep as a pool, he hugged Lin Xiang's thin waist tightly, pressed his head against his neck and shoulders, and sighed like a lost treasure: "Go home, Lin Er."

When Lin Xiang returned to Ningbei, Huo Sirong directly took him back to the villa under the pretext of taking care of him.

The bedroom is equipped with complete medical equipment. Huo Sirong specially invited a family doctor to live in a place close to them, so that he can come to him at any time.

Lin Xiang lay on the small sofa with his legs crossed, eating melon seeds, and one leg shook into sieves: "I'm almost ready."

Holding Lin Xiang's film in his hand, Huo Sirong carefully observed the light, and found that there was nothing serious, matching the doctor's conclusion, and the big stone hanging in his heart was just willing to fall to the ground.

"Vertical and Horizontal" has entered the broadcast schedule, and it is broadcast simultaneously on CCTV and two satellite TV stations. This kind of historical adaptation is generally difficult to catch on, even though Huo Sirong supports the scene.

The ratings were about the same as expected, not high.For Huo Sirong, it is the most unpopular work in his film and television career in so many years.

However, after Lin Xiang came back, he watched the film endlessly, and when Huo Sirong was abused, Lin Xiang had to watch the video over and over again, which made Huo Sirong's scalp numb.

On the day of the finale of "Vertical and Horizontal", it happened to be Lin Xiang's birthday.Huo Sirong asked him how he wanted to live, Lin Xiang curled his lips and replied, "Not so much."

After this year, Lin Xiang will be 25.

Huo Sirong is not a romantic person, and he really can't think of any high-end ways to please him, so he has to take Lin Xiang to take him to ride the Ferris wheel again.

As for the purpose, Huo Sirong never said it clearly, but Lin Xiang knew it in his heart.

The old man is determined to get up from wherever he falls.

When the Ferris wheel reached the highest altitude, Lin Xiang once again felt the discomfort of being suspended in the air, and he was a little dizzy.

Huo Sirong hugged him, and when he was most confused, he begged relentlessly: "Lin Xiang, let's start over."

Lin Xiang looked indifferent, turned her head and said, "Get out, it's impossible."

This time the refusal was even more ruthless than last time, and he told Comrade Huo to leave.

Comrade Huo was very sad. He deeply felt that his career had a difficult start. The ideal of planting the banner of victory in the White House was still far away. He had a sincere heart, but how could the organization guard against him, a person with historical faults, at least he was not strangled. In the cradle of hope.

Lin Xiang endured it for a long time, and finally said, "Don't you know, I'm so...afraid of heights."

Lao Huo: "...Then you still want to ride the extreme roller coaster? Do you still want to skydive?"

"Challenge yourself. In fact, I was so scared that I almost peed my pants. A bunch of bastards below are watching, I can't show them on the spot, right." Lin Xiang turned to look in, and sighed softly: "At that time, I I feel that the more I am afraid, the more I have to overcome the fear, but unfortunately it is useless, and I am even more afraid of heights."

Huo Sirong thought for a while, then patted his chest and said, "From now on, in this situation, hide in my arms."

Lin Xiang: "..."

Huo Sirong: "Come here, I'm right here."

Lin Xiangcheng's aunt smiled, and when he got off the Ferris wheel, he put on sunglasses and rushed to the playground, burning like a rabbit with its tail burned.

Huo Sirong caught up with him and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, are you shy?"

Lin Xiang turned her head and spat at him: "Bah, it's the finale of Zongheng, hurry up, you're going to be quartered by five horses."

"..."

Lin Xiang was very satisfied with the filming of "Vertical and Horizontal". The final scene where Su Qin was quartered by five horses was just a simple set-up, and then the camera zoomed out, quietly hiding the bloody scene behind the camera.

Lin Xiang felt that this scene was not real enough, and Huo Sirong's head was full of black lines: "You really want to murder your own husband!"

Lin Xiang snorted twice, took out small desserts from the refrigerator, scooped up a piece with a spoon, and ate a piece, her narrow eyes thoughtful.

Huo Sirong squatted on the ground in the shape of Dou E, feeling extremely wronged: "I am your ex-husband anyway."

For the rest of the time, each of them had a computer. Lin Xiang took Huo Sirong to play the dungeon. The old Huo was handicapped, and he used a rebound skill group to kill his own people, shocking his teammates and scaring Lin Xiang.

After the book was published, Lin Xiang started Lao Huo's vendetta, and then every corner of this map left traces of Lao Huo lying down, commonly known as "wiping the floor".

Lao Huo likes to mention a new nickname "Floor Lord" at Lin Xiang's place.

Lin Xiang was tired of Huo Sirong. Huo Sirong saw him put down his mouse and immediately got up and rubbed his arms and pressed his legs. .”

Lin Xiang asked, "What are you going to do in the future?"

Huo Sirong said: "Make money and marry a wife."

"..." Lin Xiang kept smiling: "You have ideals, old man."

Huo Sirong felt that the red scarf on his chest became brighter.

"What about you, what do you want to do?" Huo Sirong looked up at him, Lin Xiang's eyes flickered, he turned his head slightly, avoiding Huo Sirong's naked gaze, and whispered: "I don't know... ..."

Huo Sirong remembered that three years ago, he asked Lin Xiang, what do you want to do in the future, Lin Xiang didn't hesitate at that moment, and replied straight away: "Be a writer."

"I want to see you continue to write." Huo Sirong put his hands in his arms and looked at him very tenderly: "I communicated with Ningbei University when you left, and I will keep your student status for three years. If you don’t go back to school, you won’t be able to complete your studies in the Department of Literature.”

Lin Xiang blinked her eyes and said hastily, "It's been so long, I've long forgotten the old things."

"Chou remembers it very clearly."

Lin Xiang kicked him over, Huo Sirong got up and moved closer to him, took Lin Xiang's paw and kissed again and again, rubbing against him and said, "Since you didn't give up, why didn't you persist?"

That's because persistence is likely to result in no results.Lin Xiang stared at him, shook her head, but said nothing.

Lin Xiang was finally willing to step into the oversized study that Huo Sirong had prepared for him again, and Huo Sirong handed him the pen: "You don't need any inspiration, just do what you want."

Those words that were once submerged behind the mighty storm turned into dazzling stars all over the sky. They meandered from the depths of the ancient time, telling the story of singing and sighing three times, changing all phenomena in the world and life, the so-called joys and sorrows, all in Under a pen holder, he came in a hurry and walked away with a smile.

After all, Lin Xiang never went back to school. He finished his first novella called "The Wandering of His Life". Huo Sirong became his first reader, and Zhang Zihao was the second.

Zhang Zihao came to visit Lin Xiang very excitedly, and he said, "You have to persevere."

Regardless of romanticism or realism, stream of consciousness or straightforward narrative, literature has never stopped flowing.Zhang Zihao said to Lin Xiang: "In fact, literature has always been prosperous, just waiting to be discovered."

Huo Sirong adapted Lin Xiang's work at his own expense, directed and acted in it himself, and in the end the literary and artistic film unexpectedly achieved the effect of a commercial film, and the response from both the literary and artistic circles and the market was very good.

The literary and art circles feel that this film is very artistic, and the market has given feedback that the audience has seen the brave and unyielding self from the protagonist's journey of wandering and persistence.

The film premiered in Ningbei.

On the day of the premiere, Huo Sirong stood on the stage and Lin Xiang sat off the stage. They looked at each other from a distance and smiled.

At that time, the years passed silently, only the wind carried the imprints of mountains, forests, rivers, seas, lakes, and shrubs, sweeping through every period of hasty or slow time, walking on the andante like a song, coming with laughter, and returning with a smile.