She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

Ning Xiangxiang came to the door by pressing the control button of the wheelchair, and raised her hand to knock on the door. She poked her head through the blurry glass to see what was going on inside.

As soon as her face got closer, the bathroom door was pulled open from the inside, so fast that the broken hair on her forehead was blown by the wind from the door;

Ning Xiangxiang's hand was still hanging in the air, and she stared blankly at the cartoon Mickey that wrapped Huo Xingyu's chest and waist curves.

Tilting her head up along the waist and abdomen line in front of her, where fitness marks were clearly visible, Ning Xiangxiang's gaze met Huo Xingyu who was squinting at her with his head down.

The steaming water vapor in the bathroom spread outwards, and misty puffs of smoke kept coming out from inside.

Huo Xingyu's curly black long hair was casually tied behind his head, revealing his slender shoulders and neck. Looking up from this angle, his face with sharp edges and sharp features reflected the broken light from the chandelier above his head and split it into two parts. Light and dark.

Huo Xingyu, who hadn't put on heavy makeup yet, lost the outline of her red lips, and the aggressive beauty of her normally protruding facial features was weakened, instead showing a soft feeling, which made her a little stunned.

"Is it so beautiful?" She heard Huo Xingyu ask.

"Looks good." Ning Xiangxiang answered subconsciously, but quickly realized in his heart that he no longer needed to act as Huo Xingyu's perverted fan girl, even if he really thought she looked good, such a compliment would not be appropriate.

Thinking about it, she quickly opened her mouth to save it: "Especially the eyes, no more, no less, exactly two."

Huo Xingyu looked at her with an unbelievable gaze. After a while, he stretched out his hand to grab her wheelchair and turned it around. While pushing Ning Xiangxiang to the living room, he said:

"Thank you, your nose is also pretty, just above your mouth."

Hearing what she said, Ning Xiangxiang thought to himself, yes, it is indeed Huo Xingyu who cares about every detail and draws inferences about other cases from one instance.

When the two sat face to face, Ning Xiangxiang stared at the ripped jeans and Disney co-branded short sleeves that she was wearing.

It cannot be said that it is suitable, it can only be said that it does not match Huo Xingyu himself at all.

The glamorous and always vigorous Huo Xingyu was completely different from the glamorous and always vigorous Huo Xingyu that he usually saw. His delicacy and elegance had faded away. The ripped pants and cartoon short sleeves neutralized the arrogance and disdain on her body. The wild ripped pants mixed with a feeling of the second disease.

Although it seems that it is not so inaccessible, but there is a strange feeling that the ruthless people who usually use their hands to shoot down actually like Hello Kitty and Chibi Maruko behind their backs.

Staring at Huo Xingyu's indifferent face in front of him, he felt a little bit uncomfortable.

Ning Xiangxiang stretched out his hand and pushed the untouched dishes in front of her as if nothing had happened, and said, "You have been washing for too long, the dishes are cold."

Look at that pincer icon on the outer box of that box of butter crab.

Huo Xingyu felt a sense of depression in his heart.

She had never felt so deeply compared to Chi Jing.

This soy sauce crab roe is opened in the west of the city, and it is engaged in hunger marketing. It is sold for a limited time and for a limited time. If you want to eat it, you have to make an early reservation and queue up to buy it.

This Chi Jing, even trying to pry the corner of the wall, had to try so sincerely, and put a lot of thought into it.

Why can this mullet head please girls in such a messy place?

Why did my decisiveness and calmness when facing others seem to be useless when I was in front of Ning Xiangxiang?

She was agitated in her heart, and she turned her eyes and secretly glanced at Ning Xiangxiang who was sitting in front of her and was boringly cutting TV programs.

It takes more initiative to like someone, right?

There's nothing shameful about taking the initiative.

Even if Ning Xiangxiang doesn't like her that much, it doesn't matter, Ning Xiangxiang has been running behind her for so long, and it would be considered a break-even for her to follow Ning Xiangxiang for a while.

She doesn't know how to please girls, but there are many people who do.

It is extremely normal to ask others for advice in areas that you are not good at, and you need to hurry up and act vigorously when doing things.

Thinking about it, Huo Xingyu held the car keys and wanted to get up and leave.

But this time I left, what reason would I use to see her next time?

She glanced at the black coat on the back of the chair.

This season's new style has not yet been released in China. Every step from design to tailoring is handmade by masters. It is expensive and tasteful enough.

If you leave it here, not only will you have a legitimate reason to meet next time, but your goal will not be too obvious.

Huo Xingyu never imagined that one day he would use such a small trick as Wen Ranluo's wallet.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at Ning Xiangxiang in front of her for a while.

According to the previous experience, the most important thing to play this little trick is nothing more than two points.

One, the other party is not very smart.Ning Xiangxiang has already complied.

[-]. To catch one's attention by surprise, and to leave without warning.

Don't leave any chance for the other party to react at all.

Thinking about it, she casually picked up the dish and ate two bites, then picked up the car keys and got up to go out.

Ning Xiangxiang looked at her anxious look, and thought that she should go back to work, so he took out the umbrella from the drawer and handed it over.

Seeing her wearing the ripped jeans and Mickey short sleeves, and going out the door vigorously, I was relieved.

The feeling of tension when staying with Huo Xingyu was involuntary, and there was no way to restrain it.

It seems that wherever she appears, the air pressure there becomes lower because of her, and people unconsciously feel a sense of tension.

Moreover, Huo Xingyu's sense of presence was too high, as long as she was by his side, it would be difficult not to pay attention.

Now that the person is gone, I can continue to read the script.

Thinking about it, Ning Xiangxiang pushed the wheelchair and sat by the window, the fine rain outside the window gradually became smaller, until it was so small that the sound of the rain could not be heard for a while, only the dense needle-like rain lines could be seen.

She sighed, went to get the script on the table, and when she turned around, she saw the wet coat hanging on the stool.

Huo Xingyu turned and closed the door, looking at the gray umbrella that Ning Xiangxiang handed her in his hand, the corners of his lips could not help but curl up.

She has always been completely disinterested in most fairy tales. In these boring fantasy stories that violate the Nash equilibrium, individual rationality leads to collective irrationality, and finally leads to unbalanced resource allocation.

The frog must find the princess, which is the rational choice of the frog.

Cinderella is determined to find Prince Charming, which is Cinderella's dominant strategy.

In reality, the final result of the game between the two parties is that both Cinderella and the frog lose.

If at the beginning of the story the prince is with the princess and Cinderella accepts the frog, this combination is entirely conducive to Pareto improvement.

However, due to the lack of cooperation between the two parties, the benefits and efficiency were lost, and the story was twisted.

How can the prince and Cinderella, who are so far apart, be together?

Without common tastes and pursuits, it is reasonable to live a lifetime just relying on the throbbing of that person?

Among so many childhood stories, for her, the only one that can be called interesting is "Dream Under the Willow Tree".

Interpreted from the perspective she recognized, this story is about balanced resource allocation.

A woman at the social guidance level fell in love with a man at the guidance level in childhood.

Due to the barriers of her status, the coaches never had the courage to pursue her. In the end, the elite of the coaching class found another coaching class who matched her identity and lived a happy life.

And this guided layer has been wandering and escaping, and finally froze to death under the willow tree with those vain fantasies.

The Nash equilibrium in the fairy tale world has been reached.

Huo Xingyu never thought that his life would intersect with this kind of messy story, but he never expected that he, who was the director in his previous life, married Ning Xiangxiang out of nowhere.

What's even more outrageous in this life is that the leading layer fell in love with a directed layer who didn't love her.

She didn't have the courage to pursue, nor did she have the courage to speak out, and the person who carefully maintained her self-esteem turned out to be herself.

The person who fantasizes about vain fantasies has also become herself.

How ridiculous.

Even because of this liking, she has become cautious in everything, becoming forward-looking and backward, for fear that something will go wrong, which will shatter the good feelings that have been established with great difficulty.

Looking at the icons that keep going down in the elevator, jump from nine to one at the end.

Huo Xingyu walked to the side door of the hotel and waited for the hotel staff to bring the car over.

She looked aimlessly at the falling water droplets on the eaves and the black treetops dancing with the strong wind in the distance, the storm and silence blended into a night.

She couldn't figure out what she liked about Ning Xiangxiang.

Like her obedience?

But she also likes those sharp little thorns she avoids, resists and occasionally shows.

Maybe there is no reason for this throbbing, or maybe this liking is just because the other party is Ning Xiangxiang.

Seeing that the big G she was driving was parked in front of the side door by the staff, the staff got out of the car with an umbrella, and trotted all the way to hand over the key.

Huo Xingyu took the key and watched the rain in front of him like vertical cannon fire, hitting the car body continuously, making a knocking sound, and the splashed water droplets scattered and fled. The swinging wipers in front of the car connected the water droplets into a curtain layer lifted.

She opened the umbrella and stepped into the rain curtain. The signboard red light above the hotel was hanging high, dyeing the falling rain with strange colors.

When she approached, her fingertips touched the cold car door.

The scenery in front of him suddenly twisted and rotated, split into two shaking layers.

Huo Xingyu looked around in a daze, and could not hear the sound of the rain around him.

There is only a piercing buzzing and vibrating sound in my ears.

Her brain was like a cut-off radio, constantly beeping sharply.

Immediately afterwards, mixed with the sharp friction sound in her mind, from far to near, she heard someone singing in a low voice.

It was the song she heard in her dream.

Getting closer, getting closer, the deep female voice finally seemed to be singing faintly behind her.

Huo Xingyu felt a coldness creeping up her spine, and this coldness, along with the weeping singing, slowly tightened her throat from behind.

She stood stiffly on the spot, with one hand supporting the car body, bent over and wanted to exhale, but was squeezed by the tightly constricted feeling in her throat, and a wave of stimulated physiological tears appeared in her eyes.

Through this cloud of biological tears,

Huo Xingyu vaguely saw a huge, bulging woven bag on the back seat from outside the raindrop-covered car glass at some point.

Huo Xingyu no longer had the energy to think about what it was. She was tightly restrained by the suffocation. She opened her mouth in vain and breathed hard. Pull out the phone and press the number 1 button of the emergency contact.

After the bell rang a few times, it was quickly picked up over there.

Huo Xingyu heard the voice of a woman yawning from inside,

"It's so late, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Huo Xingyu?"

"why do not you talk?"

Hearing the other party's increasingly anxious voice, Huo Xingyu opened his mouth and tried hard to answer, but found that he couldn't make any sound, and the growing sense of suffocation made her only able to utter a few meaningless syllables .

The veins on her neck and forehead were bulging, and because she couldn't breathe, her delicate and pale face had turned a strange redness, and she could only stand comfortably by leaning against the car door.

The dense rain fell lightly on her body.

Huo Xingyu felt that he was suffocating.

Being pinched by the cold, getting tighter and tighter, it squeezed her last breathing space.

She couldn't hold the phone anymore, looking at the screen that was still on when she let go and fell to the ground while still keeping the call on, and listening to the voice inside, Huo Xingyu's thoughts began to slacken.

"Where are you, talk! I'm looking for an ambulance!"

The sense of suffocation and cold pressing on her, the upside-down blur in front of her eyes, the buzzing in her ears and the low singing voice are intertwined together,

She could only lean on the car door and try not to fall down.Suddenly, amidst the dizziness and blur, she saw the woven bag move.

It moved again, and a little blood spilled from it.

are people.

Inside are people.

Through that layer of car glass,

She could clearly hear the man in the woven bag panting heavily and talking intermittently;

"Run! Run!"

run?

Where are you going?

She has run out of strength.

"Go to the police, remember to come back, remember that Dad is waiting for you here..."

What is this man talking about?

Huo Xingyu couldn't think anymore.

This feeling of being unable to breathe forced her to slowly lose her strength, losing the strength of support, and slowly fell to the ground against the car body.

There was still ringing in my ears, that low singing voice.

[... Can't see the clouds in the sky, can't see the lights on the street,

Dark and gloomy...

You make me crazy here...etc]