She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

Because of an almost imaginary dream, I began to have doubts about reality, which can be called absurd.

In Huo Xingyu's scope of thinking, doubts about himself have never been included.

She will not doubt her decisiveness, nor will she doubt her own judgment. Finding the optimal solution from overlapping and confusing options has always been what she is good at.

But when she was repeatedly entangled by this absurd dream, she had to start to fall into a kind of self-doubt and confused thinking,

Did those weird plots in the dream really happened, or did they come up with their own imagination?

The car was quiet, and a slight dull sound could be heard when the rainwater hit the car body.

Huo Xingyu looked at the tightly sealed windshield. In the dark night, fine raindrops splashed on the toughened glass, reflecting his expressionless face staring ahead.

This self-doubt and speculation forced her to embark on a dark road.

On this dark road, she came to a fork in the road alone.

Huo Xingyu has always thought that she is a person who knows how to make trade-offs. Among the many options, she is used to breaking through information asymmetry and appearance confusion, and moving towards the goal of profit, but the fork in front of her now is different from what she has experienced in the past. What you see is different.

Walking to the left, she had to start to wonder if her mental state still belonged to the category of normal people.

This coherent and strange dream kept reappearing when she was ill. The pieces of broken fragments made up a life she had never experienced in the dream, constructing a Huo that she didn't know or know star language.

In this dream, the dignified and decent biological mother in her memory was a murderer, while her adoptive mother, who had a high self-esteem, became an accomplice who abetted and participated in the murder.

The two of them wanted to kill themselves together.

Chi Jing once sneered at the word "mentally ill"? She never took it seriously, and never considered that she would have any problems with her mental state before the age of 80.

But if that wasn't the case, how could she give herself a reasonable explanation to see those scenes in her mind again and again, which were so real that they frightened and horrified her?

Do you really believe that something is wrong with your memory?

If these fantasies were memories she had forgotten, then she had forgotten her mother and her father who died tragically.

The He Shuyi in her memory is just a fake character she conceived to escape reality. She gathered all the appearances of Mrs. Huo and constructed a woman in her imagination, so as to erase the mother's image in her memory. Tears, and the father who fell in a pool of blood.

If everything is really like this, then I will no longer be the Huo Xingyu who can cut through the waves and move forward indomitably.

if everything is true,

She was just a cowardly and embarrassed Huo Xingyu who was escaping from reality.

The storm and silence merged into a mass of night, she looked at the red light hanging high in front of her, and the red light dyed the falling rain with a strange color.

The crowd on the road held up colorful umbrellas and numbly marched along the white lines. The lights on the sidewalk kept flashing, and the seconds counted down urgently.

The announcer's voice mixed with electricity came from the car radio.

"The typhoon landed tonight, and most parts of our city experienced continuous torrential rain to heavy rain, accompanied by strong convective weather such as thunder and lightning, short-term strong winds, please pay attention to the citizens..."

Huo Xingyu reached out and rummaged through the storage box on the side of the chair, took out a pack of cigarettes, took one, lit it, and took a few puffs.

She fell backwards on the soft car seat, exhaled a cloud of gray-white smoke, put her hands outside the car window, pinched the cigarette holder with her thumb and middle finger, tapped the body of the cigarette lightly with her index finger, and flicked the burned crumbs all over the floor.

If all this is true, then besides being ridiculously cowardly, he also admits to being his mother and has been with her for more than ten years.

She suddenly had a sense of despair that she had fallen into a corner.

Looking at the green light ahead, she grasped the direction with her smoked hand. Under the driving of the engine, this excellent Cullinan can accelerate to the limit in a short time, baring its teeth like a cheetah and rushing into it. In a dark rainy night.

Huo Xingyu's car drove faster and faster, and the speeding Cullinan rolled over the low-lying puddles on the asphalt road, and the water surface hit by the wheels swayed violently, splashing out a splash of water, and smashing hard on the ground.

Her car went all the way up the winding mountain road, and returned to the home where she lived with Ning Xiangxiang for ten years in her previous life.

A few people in suits and leather shoes stood upright along the corridor outside the door, waiting for her. When they saw the gray-black car enter the door, the tall man in the lead quickly held up an umbrella and hurried to pick it up.

The car door opened outwards, and the straight and slender legs supported by red-soled high heels stepped out of the car, stepping on the wet ground, the tall man didn't dare to look up when he saw her troubled face, and only said in a deep voice, : "Miss Si, the old man is in the living room and has been waiting for a long time."

Huo Xingyu stood within the coverage of the black umbrella without responding, facing the car window to straighten her long hair that had been blown loose by the wind. After a while, she straightened her shoulders and neck, raised her head, and revealed her With a defiant standard of arrogance, he walked towards the door at the end of the corridor.

She often heard that to be an actor, one must have professional ethics. When it is time to perform, no matter whether you are happy or in pain, you cannot show it on your face. face people.

She felt that in the past thirty years, she was also like an actor in Huo's family.

In other words, in fact, everyone in this family is an actor.

Ning Xiangxiang was bound by these so-called rules and acted as a qualified little wife of the Huo family.

And I want to put on a show in this family that doesn't have any feelings at all, and play an heir who not only needs to be excellent, but also takes care of filial piety.

Huo Xingyu has performed this act for 30 years.

Weekly family dinners for inheritance distribution, and every auction, there must be a sufficiently expensive gift.

In her previous life, she could even marry Ning Xiangxiang, whom she had never met, just because her grandfather liked her.

The raindrops outside the corridor kept hitting the windows and the eaves, and the muffled sound of thunder pierced through the dense clouds and resounded through the sky and the earth.

Huo Xingyu felt that her life seemed to be about to happen, or maybe it was "already". Without knowing the reason or the result, her life changed course.

They came here suddenly in the rain tonight. It was hard for Huo Xingyu not to know what it meant to mobilize the crowd like this.

It's just for Ning Xiangxiang.

She suddenly felt that life was an unspeakable drama.

When she didn't like or look down on Ning Xiangxiang, she was under the yoke of the Huo family and had no other choice but to marry her.

Now she likes Ning Xiangxiang, but when she has to, everything is different, she wants to be with the person she likes, such an ordinary thing, but it seems like she has made a big mistake. All the people of the world came to disapprove, shouting before her,

not worthy,

Not worthy!

Fuck you don't deserve it!

She just wanted Ning Xiangxiang, even if she tore off her young master's "drama" in front of everyone, she didn't want to make any concessions.

As soon as the carved heavy wooden door is pushed open, and after turning left through the hallway, you can see "Dream of the Boudoir in Spring" playing on the large screen embedded in the brick wall, and the girl is babbling. singing;

【Separate the mandarin ducks into two parts, and feel drunk and sick all day long. Kuyi sits in a smoked cage until dawn. When I go there, flowers are like brocades. Today, the willows are green at the top of the building. Poor Lennon waits in the deep boudoir, and the begonias are in full bloom... 】

An old man with gray hair, wearing a gray Chinese tunic suit, was sitting in the center of the living room, leaning on a cane, shaking his hands with the beat from time to time, and humming a few words in his mouth.

Lin Xian was sitting on the second seat beside him, refilling the cup of water in front of him. When she saw Huo Xingyu, a smile appeared on her face. A set of tea sets:

"Xingyu is back, why are you living in the company these days? Mom wants to see you so hard."

Hearing her shout, Huo Qi rolled his eyelids, glanced at Huo Xingyu who was coming in from the entrance, snorted coldly, and said, "Boss Huo really made me wait so long."

"It's raining and there's a traffic jam on the road." She replied.

"Really? Fourth Miss Huo is busy with work. As a grandpa, I have to queue up to register if I want to see you..."

His tone was not kind, obviously dissatisfied with Huo Xingyu's behavior of making him wait.

Not only the waiting time made him dissatisfied, but there were many other things that made him unhappy.

When others saw him, they would only compliment him on how talented his granddaughter is, but what's the use of being talented?

If you don't get married and don't have children, if you marry someone, you're still a woman.

gay...

Isn't this a psychopath?

Thinking of this, Huo Qi became even more irritable. He glared at Huo Xingyu, and continued to speak: "No matter how busy you are, how can you be so busy that you don't even go home? Look at what you look like now."

Huo Xingyu raised his eyes and glanced at Lin Xian who was sitting beside him, and saw that she was sitting by the side with a calm face, as if she was about to watch some good show.

She knew what they came for this time, but she couldn't guess what Lin Xian said to Huo Qi.

Huo Qi is already eighty-seven this year, his legs and feet are already inconvenient, and he has to use a cane to walk everywhere. What did Lin Xian say that could actually provoke this old man to come here in the middle of the night despite the rain.

But no matter what he said, he couldn't get around the word "oppose". Huo Xingyu was too lazy to go around in circles anymore, so he always wanted to say it.

It's better for her to speak up than for them to go to Ning Xiangxiang again, and it's better for Ning Xiangxiang to face these things that she shouldn't have to deal with.

The corners of her lips were raised and curved: "I've been sick recently, so I can't be at home."

Huo Qi was obviously puzzled by what she said, he frowned and asked, "What's the disease? There are still diseases in this world that can't be at home?"

"lovesickness."

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