She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

Ning Xiangxiang looked at the black coat that was soaked by the rain, and then glanced at his broken leg.

Huo Xingyu walked so fast, and his legs were inconvenient to move because of the plaster cast on his legs, so it was already impossible to go out and chase him.

Thinking about it, she pulled out her phone.

Scroll down on the WeChat interface, and click into the chat box of the black avatar.

There are green and white chat records intertwined on it, and all the conversations are still on the day when I asked her to go to the video game city.

Looking at those previous conversations, Ning Xiangxiang was silent for a while, stretched out his hands to type, and mentioned that her clothes were still here, so that she would come and get them later.

After a while, the chat interface did not wait for the new message to pop up, so Ning Xiangxiang put down the phone and looked out the window.

Outside the window, the drizzle was falling, and looking out of her window, she was facing the small garden built by the hotel and the entrance of the underground parking lot.

She looked out, and suddenly saw Huo Xingyu standing in the corridor by the side door downstairs, sheltering from the rain.

It wasn't that Ning Xiangxiang was deliberately looking for her to see if she left.

It's someone like Huo Xingyu who is born to stand out. No matter where she appears, she can catch the attention of others.

Just like the master sculpture exhibition in those art museums, the most stunning statue in it.

No matter how far apart, it can firmly catch everyone's eyes.

This side door is the closest to the underground garage. Usually, people in the hotel will go to the front hall and wait for the driver or the parking staff of the hotel to drive the car to the main entrance. Generally, no one stays at this location.

But Huo Xingyu is the kind of person who splits 1 minute into 3 minutes. He reads financial newspapers for breakfast and listens to stock advice for exercise.

As long as it saves time, she will definitely choose the door closest to the garage to go out.

The rain outside the window drifted down, and the wind blew the shadows of the trees.

Ning Xiangxiang was sitting upstairs, looking at her from a distance through the glass.

The parking driver parked Huo Xingyu's big G at the side door. That Rapide had already been crashed last time.

The woman standing in the corridor was tall and slender, with a pair of shapely and slender legs wrapped in ripped jeans, wearing her Mickey short sleeves, and walked into the rain with the umbrella she gave her.

A gray umbrella hid her figure.

Ning Xiangxiang felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart, as if people also had an inexplicably uncomfortable feeling along with this cold rainy night.

Thinking about it, she picked up the script on the table and flipped through a few pages in an evasive manner. After reading it for a while, she couldn't help but look downstairs.

Huo Xingyu was still standing in front of the car.

The gray umbrella in her hand had long been left aside.

The whole person propped his arms on the car, lowered his head, as if he was enduring something, his back was trembling constantly.

The dense drizzle in the air fell lightly on her body, drenching her again.

What's going on here?

Ning Xiangxiang put down the script in his hand, stared at her closely, doubts arose in his heart.

Seeing Huo Xingyu's abnormal figure downstairs, she turned sideways and picked up the mobile phone on the table. While dialing the number Liu Si saved in her mobile phone last time, she looked out the window observingly.

The mechanical female voice and the busy tone in her ear reminded her that the phone number she dialed was in the middle of a call.

Is she on the phone?

Ning Xiangxiang pushed the wheelchair forward and leaned forward, almost touching his forehead to the window glass.

On the ground next to Huo Xingyu's feet, which had already been puddled by rainwater, lay a mobile phone with its screen turned on.

Ning Xiangxiang's heart jumped violently, and a feeling of panic surged up.

She saw from a distance that Huo Xingyu was holding the door of the big G with his hands. After a while, he fell slowly to the ground as if he had completely lost his strength.

Huo Xingyu lay on the rain-soaked asphalt ground, curled up, gasping for breath, clasping his hands to his neck, as if,

It was as if someone had strangled the throat and couldn't breathe.

What's going on here?

Why does Huo Xingyu look... as if out of breath?

Her mind is full.

It echoed Chi Jing's half-truths and half-false words when he was drinking that day.

["It's snowing, this freak is squatting at the door of the apartment, as if being strangled by a ghost, unable to breathe, I was the one who drove her to the hospital..."

"The list of diagnostic records is all about psychiatry, and it's the kind that goes once a month..."]

In an instant, Ning Xiangxiang's mind went blank.

it is true……

It turned out that what Chi Jing said was true.

Panicked in her heart, she grabbed the mobile phone beside her and pushed the wheelchair towards the door.

While talking to the emergency center, I took the elevator down.

She looked at the numbers that kept going down, feeling dazed and panic intertwined, and the image of Huo Xingyu falling alone on the black road appeared in her mind.

She seemed to be out of breath along with her.

Can't breathe?

Huo Xingyu actually had this kind of disease. He had lived with her for ten years and didn't know anything about it.

Because of this anxiety, Ning Xiangxiang was thinking wildly in his mind.

Will something happen?

Could it be, could she have died like this in her previous life?

The same is true, like falling in the rain, lying in the study without anyone knowing.

After struggling to breathe and struggling helplessly, what awaited her was death.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiangxiang's eyes were so anxious that tears welled up, and his heart was enveloped by a huge panic.

Seeing the elevator door ding-dong open, she pushed the wheelchair outward as if she had grasped a life-saving straw.

In this panic, she clearly realized that it would be useless even if she ran over hastily, with a broken leg and such a thick plaster cast, she couldn't even stand up.

It was extremely difficult to do anything for Huo Xingyu. As soon as she rushed out of the elevator door, she first called a few hotel staff, and then went to the remote side door near the parking lot.

Leading the hotel staff there, Ning Xiangxiang saw Huo Xingyu lying on the ground in front of the big G.

The thin body was drenched, and the ups and downs caused by the violent panting were particularly obvious.

She was terrified, and ran into the rain regardless of whether she was covered or not.

Only when you get closer can you see that this delicate and arrogant woman in the past is lying on the ground in embarrassment, the rain drenches her completely, and her long curly hair hangs loosely on her pale side face.

Huo Xingyu stared blankly ahead with half-opened eyes, as if he hadn't lost consciousness yet, but he didn't have the strength to give her any response.

Several staff members gently carried her to the waiting room to wait for the car from the emergency center.

Ning Xiangxiang was so anxious that tears kept falling down his face.

She sat on the side, afraid that Huo Xingyu would fall into a coma and would not wake up, so she reached out and patted her face while calling her name:

"Huo Xingyu! I've already called an ambulance! Huo Xingyu!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly saw the drenched Huo Xingyu's violent panting gradually calm down.

The whole person seems to have gradually broken away from the state of suffocation to coma.

In those beautiful slightly slanted eyes, the blank gaze seems to be looking at her, and it seems to be looking at the nothingness behind her, murmuring something in her mouth.

Ning Xiangxiang bent down hard and listened closer, only to hear Huo Xingyu's soft question:

"Ning Xiangxiang?"

"It's me! It's me. I called an ambulance and it will be here soon. You..." She wiped her tears and said comforting words.

She didn't know, and didn't dare to think if Huo Xingyu was okay. Before she finished those soothing words, she heard Huo Xingyu's weak murmur again,

"No, don't call an ambulance."

The moment I fell in the rain.

The first reaction in Huo Xingyu's mind was that he just took a shower and the floor was dirty.

Going back to wash again.

But when her body actually fell to the ground, hitting the gravel and triggering that pain, it seemed that she also broke free from this weird dream.

The feeling of suffocation stuck in his throat slowly loosened, and Huo Xingyu desperately sucked air from the loose space.

The sharp chirping in my ears also gradually weakened, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

But she still fell to the ground without the strength to get up, and her eyes were still blurred.

Listen to the clear sound of rain 'tick tock' in your ears.

The gears of her thoughts began to turn gradually.

She has had symptoms of not being able to breathe like this before, but not frequently.

When I was studying many years ago, I was bumped into by Chi Jing once.

This kind of hyperventilation symptom, if she slows down on her own, she can usually get over it.

But the inexplicable pictures she dreamed or saw, and the auditory hallucinations in her ears, were something she had never experienced before, and she couldn't figure it out no matter what.

Is the person in the sack talking to himself?

Huo Xingyu was a little dazed.

dad?

how is this possible.

My father died in a car accident more than ten years ago, and I sat in the same car with him that day.

When the truck hit him, he put his arms around himself and was caught under the wheels, dead.

Huo Xingyu's memory of everything about that day has been blurred, but in her perception, that's how things were.

The person lying in that woven bag is absolutely impossible to be his father.

Recalling those chaotic hallucinations, her thoughts were at a loss, wondering if she should take time to see a doctor, and after a while, her hands began to move with strength.

The world in front of him slowly became clear. Just when Huo Xingyu was about to prop himself up and sit up, he heard a burst of footsteps and crying behind him.

When she wanted to say that she was not dead yet and didn't need to cry, she saw Ning Xiangxiang's little face full of tears and panic.

She suddenly remembered that at her funeral, Ning Xiangxiang also wrinkled his face, pinched his thighs and cried so much.

Another time, it was at...

She looked at Ning Xiangxiang, trying hard to piece together the memories in her mind, but she couldn't remember anything.

She only remembered that at the entrance of the hospital, she also saw Ning Xiangxiang squatting there crying, but she couldn't remember why.

When being moved to the lounge, Huo Xingyu was still thinking,

It's all because Ning Xiangxiang loves to cry too much.

This crying bag always sheds tears, so many times that I can't remember when I saw it.

Thinking about it, Ning Xiangxiang suddenly took her hand, and her cheek rubbed against the back of her hand, and the wet tears and the warm side of her cheek burned her skin for a while.

Although Huo Xingyu didn't want to admit it, she did have the strength to stand up now and regained her consciousness.

But looking at Ning Xiangxiang, who was sad for her and showed infinite concern for her, she couldn't help feeling proud in her heart,

Huo Xingyu is someone who died once.

She is also someone who has invested in movies and idol dramas.

According to the script and the funeral experience, Ning Xiangxiang should throw himself into her arms at this time, sobbing and twitching, saying that he can't bear her, that he loves her so much, that she should not die.

She squinted her eyes halfway, pretending to be losing consciousness, tried her best to restrain the raised corners of her lips, and was waiting for Ning Xiangxiang to say something, when she suddenly saw the petite girl in front of her, stretched out her slender hand, and suddenly patted her hard. His own face, crying while patting:

"Huo Xingyu! I've already called an ambulance! Huo Xingyu!! Wake up!"

Huo Xingyu, who was a little unbearable by her strong hand, could no longer remain unconscious.

She slowly opened her eyes, came back to life with an astonishing recovery speed, grabbed Ning Xiangxiang's hand that was shining on her face, and murmured weakly:

"No, don't call an ambulance."

Hearing Huo Xingyu's first words when he woke up, Ning Xiangxiang asked a little blankly: "Don't call an ambulance? But you're already like this, why don't you go for an examination?"

"If I go to the hospital, the stock will go down."

After stepping into the gate of hell and coming back, the first reaction is that the stock cannot fall.

Yes,

As expected of Huo Xingyu, Ning Xiangxiang fully affirmed her in his heart when he saw her serious expression.

She was just about to use her mobile phone to call the emergency center, when suddenly Huo Xingyu who was beside her grabbed her hand.

She turned her head blankly to meet her gaze.

Looking at Ning Xiangxiang's fair face covered with tears from crying, Huo Xingyu thought to himself, it's time to comfort him again.

From before to now, she is very good at grasping every opportunity that appears in front of her. This talent is fully reflected when making money.

But facing Ning Xiangxiang, Huo Xingyu didn't have that kind of confidence.

Even though she was really bad at coaxing girls, she still raised her hand to wipe Ning Xiangxiang's tears.

During this time of wiping away his tears while his eyes met, Huo Xingyu thought over and over in his heart, kept phrasing, and finally mustered up the courage to say:

"Don't worry, I won't die. Lord Yan won't let an elite like me die so early."

"Uh..." Listening to her words, Ning Xiangxiang couldn't find the inner logic, and asked, "Why not?"

"I'm afraid I will disturb the underworld stock market."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-03-03?23:17:21-2021-03-04?17:33:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Tongbinger, persimmon sheep? 1 piece;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!