I want to be your white moonlight

"The operation can be performed." Professor Yuan said firmly. He put on the silver half-frame mirror and looked at Huo Sirong.

"The chief surgeon is my favorite student and a member of the national top talent plan. He has rich surgical experience and has many cured cases. Do you think you want to discuss with the patient about radical surgery?"

Huo Sirong frowned and thought.

Mrs. Xie and Mrs. Xie, who came here in a hurry, couldn't hide their sorrow, and sat on the waiting chair supporting each other.

Xie Dong was livid, Madam Xie patted his arm.

"Do it." Huo Sirong said hoarsely, Xie Dong raised his head and stared at him, pointed at him and said angrily: "How did Lin Xiang know such a thing as you?!"

Wen Yao hurriedly persuaded: "Mr. Xie, calm down. The most urgent thing is to rescue Lin Xiang first!"

Xie Zongyao slapped his thigh heavily: "Hey!"

When discussing the operation, Xie Zongyao and his wife, Huo Sirong, and Wen Yao were crowded in the ward. Lin Xiang just woke up from a coma, and glanced at them sleepily.

"What are you doing, are you holding a meeting?" Lin Xiang asked in a low voice, and Huo Sirong handed him the warm water.

Lin Xiang hugged the glass and drank a couple of sips, Huo Sirong took the glass, and drank the warm water right where Lin Xiang drank.

"Xiangxiang, I need to discuss something with you." Mrs. Xie said softly, "About your operation."

Lin Xiang sat up cross-legged, looking straight back at the old lady.

……

Lin Xiang agreed to the operation and signed the operation notice in person.

The day before the operation, Lin Xiang had to go out to play, Huo Sirong asked where to go, Lin Xiang tilted his head to think about it, and answered casually: "Playground."

Huo Sirong embarrassed him: "How old are you, and you still go to the place where children play?" Lin Xiang retorted: "I think I am still a child, and you are the old man."

Huo Sirong raised his hands, smiled and nodded in agreement.

After seeking the consent of Xie's couple and Professor Yuan, they went out.

At the end of winter this year, there was a lot of snow.

White hair in the snow sounds very romantic.

However, Lin Xiang was destined not to have such an opportunity. He was wrapped into an impenetrable rice dumpling by Huo Srong from inside to outside, from top to bottom, which can be called "armed to the teeth".

Even when it snows heavily in winter, the playground is still overcrowded. After the heavy snow, two weeks of winter will be the New Year's Eve, and it will be another new year.

Wen Yao drove to the gate of the playground.

Lin Xiang was curled up in the back seat, and Huo Sirong put on a hat, scarf, mask and earmuffs for him, covering Lin Xiang into a furry ball, and only then did he completely enter the "combat readiness state".

Lin Xiang didn't want to walk, so Huo Sirong walked to his side, knelt down and said, "Come on, carry you."

Lin Xiang sniffed, and the body sitting cross-legged on the back seat fell outwards, rolled onto Huo Sirong's back, carefully wrapped his neck around his neck, and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't forgive you."

"Yeah." Huo Sirong stood up from the snow with difficulty. His right leg was not very good, and it was even worse when it was eroded by the cold during the snowy season.

Wen Yao couldn't help sweating for him, and Huo Sirong's forehead was clearly borne in a cold sweat.

Lin Xiang was too thin, and Huo Sirong, who was carrying him enduring the pain, thought he was not heavy enough.

Huo Sirong stepped deep into the snow, and Lin Xiang's hot breath swept over his ears.Huo Sirong's mind was shaken for a moment.

Lin Xiang patted him on the shoulder: "Steady your back, do you know how much I'm worth?"

Thinking of the interest-bearing capital of Lin Xiangcun Bank, Huo Sirong laughed dumbfounded, lifted him up, and nodded honestly: "I know."

Passers-by had probably never seen their posture before, and turned their heads sideways.

A big man is carrying another young man who is not low in stature, no matter how you look at it, it is so strange that you panic.

Huo Sirong was still wearing sunglasses and a mask, and Lin Xiang was armed to the teeth, unable to see his face clearly.

Huo Sirong asked: "What are you playing?" Lin Xiang was gearing up, "Extreme roller coaster."

"..." Huo Sirong ruthlessly refused: "Don't think about Lin Er, the old man can't stand that thing, let alone your worth, what if you stumble over it?"

Lin Xiang thought about it again, yes, he couldn't have an accident up there without surgery, and he would really die before his success.

He pondered for a long time: "Then tell me, what are you playing?"

In an instant, Huo Sirong's mind flooded with the girl Ben he played when he was young, such as romantic Turkey, meeting in Italy, making love with Mount Fuji, and the indispensable scene: the Ferris wheel!

Huo Sirong thought to himself, I'm really too witty.

"Ferris wheel." He cleared his throat and suggested very seriously.

Lin Xiang's face was full of indifference: "Old man, you are so stupid."

Huo Sirong coaxed softly: "Go, go."

"Okay." Lin Xiang reluctantly agreed.

The Ferris wheel rises slowly, without causing the feeling of weightlessness when ascending like an elevator.The whole world seems to be spinning slowly before your eyes, like staring at the vast expanse of heaven and earth in a crystal ball.

Twilight falls.

The silvery white snow reflected misty white light, the neon lights of the city illuminated the night sky, and the world turned into a silent ruin, stretching like an endless distance.

Pedestrians slowly shrink, and the ground is getting farther and farther away.

Lin Xiang grabbed the window, blinked, and exhaled hot air onto the window.Huo Sirong carried him back, and drew a crooked love heart on the misty window.

"Lin Er..." Huo Sirong embraced him from behind.

Lin Xiang was sitting by the window, Huo Sirong hugged him, and pressed his forehead against the back of Lin Xiang's neck. With [-]% nostalgia and apprehension, he carefully asked: "When you recover, we...start again."

Lin Xiang froze all over, without turning her head, she just stared out of the window.

Farther away, the light beams of anti-aircraft lights pierced through the grotesque halo and shot straight into the dark sky. The skyscraper, a landmark building in Ningbei City, had a halo of light all over its body, pointing directly at the sky.

In a city with distinct blocks, the flow of traffic is surging and the crowds are overwhelming.

"I...don't dare anymore." Lin Xiang softly rebuffed: "Forget it, Huo Sirong, let's settle the matter, and later... later..."

after--

The road is facing the sky, go to one side.

Huo Sirong didn't say anything, just hugged him tightly, and kissed his side cheek affectionately, "I'm sorry." Huo Sirong said tremblingly, "I'm sorry."

Lin Xiang wiped his eyes, Huo Sirong hugged him and rubbed his hands.After that, during the other half of the Ferris wheel, the two were relatively silent.

The couple hugged in the heavy snow, and the family of three discussed what new year's goods they need to buy for the New Year, whether to go back to the man's house or to the woman's house for the New Year.

The old man carried the young man on his back, walked through the snowflakes all over the sky, and walked alone among the street lamps, the shadows stretched and shortened, a sidewalk, leading to an unknown journey.

Lin Xiang was tired after riding the Ferris wheel, and yawned wearily on Huo Sirong's shoulder.

"Tired?" Huo Sirong asked softly, Lin Xiang mumbled slightly.

Wen Yao came forward with an umbrella: "Sir, the doctor told me we can't stay outside for long, let's go back!"

Huo Sirong turned his head to ask Lin Xiang's opinion: "Lin Er?"

No one responded, Huo Sirong called out again: "Lin Xiang?"

Wen Yao stretched out his hand to test Lin Xiang's breathing, and patted Huo Sirong's shoulder: "Fall asleep."

Huo Sirong heaved a sigh of relief.

The next day, Xie's couple, Huo Sirong and Wen Yao sent Lin Xiang to the operating room. Lin Xiang blinked and asked, "Is there really no problem?"

Huo Sirong patiently explained to him how awesome the chief surgeon is. Lin Xiang listened carefully, then rubbed his hands and said, "Okay then."

Huo Sirong leaned over and kissed his brow, Lin Xiang closed her eyes, and was pushed onto the operating table.

Maybe he waited for a long time that day, until Huo Sirong thought that they were on the verge of life and death, maybe it was a long time.

The color faded from the eyes, and everything turned into an annoying gray, only the light on the lintel of the operating room was dazzling.

Lin Xiang finally came out, and he fell asleep with his eyes closed.

After discussing with the chief surgeon, Professor Yuan dutifully reported the situation to the family members: "The lesion has been resected, and chemotherapy drugs need to be taken regularly to assist chemotherapy after surgery. The process may be a bit difficult, but you can recover after bearing with it."

Just like the [-]-mile long march, after going through difficulties and obstacles, ups and downs, the gentle dawn radiates hope and waves to all the suffering travelers at the end, so people save their remaining strength to chase the bright enough sunrise.

"Thank you, thank you!" Xie Zongyao held the hands of Professor Yuan and the chief surgeon, so excited that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Regardless of poverty, wealth, or religion, when faced with intractable diseases, their attitudes are generally normal. If they are saved from a death sentence with the help of a doctor, they will definitely regard the other party as a god.

When life is weighed on the scale of life and death, money, fame, and status are all reduced to nothing.The eternal fairness in the world is only life and death.

Three days after the operation, Lin Xiang lived in a well-equipped special intensive care unit closest to the nurse's station.

Huo Sirong read through the doctor's order carefully, received repeated orders from the doctor, learned three layers of medical professional knowledge, and took care of Lin Xiang with all his heart.

Chemotherapy has strong side effects. Not long after Lin Xiang swallowed the oral medicine, his limbs became numb and he felt nauseated. He lay on the bed dizzily and muttered: "Old Huo, Lao Huo..."

Huo Sirong wiped his sweat for him, and kept kneading his legs and two arms for him.He learned some techniques from his therapist, and he used them on Lin Xiang exhaustedly.

Lin Xiang started to lose his hair. He thought he was ugly, so he insisted on wearing a hat.Huo Sirong sent the hat to be sterilized and sealed, then took it back and put it on him.

On the way, Lin Yan came a few times, and every time he laughed cruelly at Lin Xiang's bald head.Lin Xiang clamored angrily to send Lin Yan to the Middle East tomorrow.

Huo Sirong didn't want to see Lin Yan very much. As soon as Lin Yan came, he concentrated on wiping Lin Xiang's hands with a handkerchief. Lin Yan called Brother Huo, but Huo Sirong didn't agree, as if he had never heard of it, so Lin Yan was interested away.

Lin Xiang stroked his chin, watched Lin Yan leave, and turned to look at Huo Sirong: "Bai Yueguang is gone, hurry up and chase after him!"

Huo Sirong pressed his shoulders, lowered his head and bit Lin Xiang's mouth that refused to let go, slapped him hard twice, hugged him and said, "You are right in front of me, what are you chasing after?"

Lin Xiang rolled her eyes and snorted softly, with an expression on her face that I don't know anything.Huo Sirong laughed dumbfounded, and continued to knead his stiff and numb limbs.

Lying in bed all day is really boring, Lin Xiang crossed his legs and flipped through the cartoons of the island country, talking about how he would immediately overthrow the Trump administration and establish a new Chinese overseas colony when he was released.

Huo Sirong was aware of the unrealistic delusions in Lin Xiang's head.

The day before, Lin Xiang felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, and he clamored to go back to director Zhao to make up the last scene of "Vertical and Horizontal". Su Qin's five horses were torn apart with real knives and guns. Lin Xiang's neck roared: "How dare you murder your own husband!"

One day, Lin Xiang was watching TV and saw a column introducing contemporary writers. Without looking twice, she immediately picked up the pillow and yelled at the innocent Huo Sirong: "Change the channel!"

The old man pointed at his hand with a sad face and said, "The remote control is with you."

Lin Xiang grabbed the remote control and threw it into Huo Sirong's arms, lay down angrily, wrapped her head in a quilt, and pretended she couldn't hear, couldn't see, or didn't know.

At that time, Huo Sirong understood that the literary dream in Lin Xiang's heart had never been extinguished.

No matter how many ups and downs, years of erosion, and loss of inspiration, after being poor and rich and arrogant, what remains consistent is still what Lin Xiang once regarded as a dream.

Huo Sirong sat by the bed, picked up Lin Xianglian's quilt, put a layer of quilt on his cheek, and said softly: "Xiangxiang, Zhang Zihao and I have a special destiny, and we have a good relationship. He heard that You are ill, I will come here to visit you in two days."

The person in his arms seemed to be trembling, Huo Sirong hugged him even tighter.

Afterwards, no one spoke. Thousands of warm winter sun poured over the windows, and the birds chirped endlessly among the dead branches and leaves. Winter seemed to be over, and spring seemed to be coming soon.

After a long silence, an imperceptible "um" rippled and spread in the air as silent as the surface of a lake.

After Zhang Zihao came, he chatted with Lin Xiang for a long time.

Huo Sirong waited silently outside the ward, watching Lin Xiang with good eyes through the gray lattice window on the door.

Perhaps it was Zhang Zihao who talked about something interesting, and Lin Xiang burst into a smile. Zhang Zihao handed him the latest two issues of "Young Meng" magazine. Lin Xiang cherished it in his arms and nodded heavily to Zhang Zihao.

"Literature comes from real life. As long as you are still alive, you will be able to write works." Zhang Zihao mentioned a few examples of writers who were stuck in bottlenecks, and patted Lin Xiang on the shoulder: "We share a set of words, but we can transform them into How to enrich the sentence structure, how to choose words and construct sentences, and how to express the true feelings is all up to you.”

"Don't give up lightly. Only use a pen to write when you feel uninspired. There will always be a bright future." Zhang Zihao said very officially.

Perhaps these similar admonitions are common in any periodical on how to persist in writing, but for Lin Xiang, it was the belief he once insisted that broke through the heavy clouds, and after three years of broken and mottled years, stretched out to him again. hands.

Maybe everything can start again, as long as you are still breathing.

After Zhang Zihao left, Huo Sirong came in with a thin and light laptop. Lin Xiang glanced at it and seemed to feel it, but didn't say anything.

Lin Xiang's right hand has been hanging on a drip, infusion of nutrient solution.

Huo Sirong set up a small table in front of him, turned on the laptop, and put the power on on the table. Lin Xiang poked the keyboard with an index finger of his left hand, making Huo Sirong laugh wildly.

Comrade Xiao Lin poked earnestly for a long time, but he failed to find three hundred characters. He was immediately discouraged, pushed away the keyboard and said nonchalantly, "I don't want to write anymore, I don't want to write."

Huo Sirong sat behind him, his chest pressed against Lin Xiang's back, through a layer of thin cotton clothes, Lin Xiang seemed to be able to feel a strong heart beating under the hot chest behind him.

When Lin Xiang was in a trance, Huo Sirong pushed away the laptop, put a piece of grid paper on it, stuffed the gel pen into his palm, then squeezed that hand, tapped the white paper with the tip of the pen, and squeezed Lin Xiang's ear Jian, who thought he was a domineering CEO, said pamperingly: "I'll take you to write."

Lin Xiang said indifferently: "Old man, you are too rustic."

Huo Sirong was puzzled, thinking to himself, no, isn't this a common plot to tease girls in TV novels?Could it be because Lin Xiang is a boy that it doesn't work?

Huo Sirong coughed to cover up his embarrassment, and said relentlessly, "Then I don't care, hurry up, what do you want to write,"

"Write..." Lin Xiang raised his head and thought for a long time, then said distressedly, "Write Xiao Huangwen?"

Huo Sirong spat out a mouthful of old blood.

That night, the old man was brutally tortured.Lin Xiang handwritten an [-]-ban restricted-level Ace Love, Heart, Body, and Blood-vomiting Xiaohuang Wen, and the subject's name was Huo Sirong.

Due to the side effects of chemotherapy, Lin Xiang's fingers were weak and he couldn't hold the pen, so Huo Sirong squeezed his hand, grabbed the pen, and drew stroke by stroke on the manuscript paper.

That posture looked like gathering the strength of two people to complete a shocking masterpiece.

In fact, Lin Xiang pointed while reading: "Huo Sirong was imprisoned."

The old man: "..."

Many tragedies during the process are omitted, anyway, after writing the short story, Huo Sirong felt Lin Xiang's heartfelt hatred more deeply than ever before.

Lin Xiang was still angry after finishing writing, so she yelled at Huo Sirong arrogantly: "Go, post it on Weibo."

Huo Sirong's face was covered with blood and tears, and he thought, Huang|violent, I will seal your account every minute.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xiang woke up feeling uncomfortable, Huo Sirong asked him where he felt uncomfortable, Lin Xiang said that he felt uncomfortable everywhere.

In fact, chemotherapy has a great impact on the human body, but if you don't do it, how can you cure the disease.Lin Xiang cried and said: "I'm dying!" Huo Sirong hugged him into his arms: "Be obedient, observe for another month, and we'll be discharged from the hospital."

Huo Sirong was more uncomfortable than him. Since Lin Xiang was hospitalized, Huo Sirong took care of him in a perplexed way, and he knew his physical condition better than Lin Xiang himself.

Even if Lin Xiang fell asleep, he couldn't live comfortably. He could wake up from the pain at any time. He couldn't tell where the pain was, and occasionally he couldn't breathe. After the doctor's examination, he said it was a normal symptom after chemotherapy, and Huo Sirong was so angry Call them quacks.

Lin Xiang received a lot of painkilling injections and anti-emetic injections. After the injections, she leaned weakly in Huo Sirong's arms, physically and mentally exhausted: "In the future, I will definitely insist on exercising every day. Keeping healthy is the most important thing."

Huo Sirong wrapped his arms around him, lowered his head and kissed Lin Xiang's top hair, wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry, suppressed an ugly smile, and agreed in a thick nasal voice: "Okay, I'll enroll you in a Tai Chi class later."

Mrs. Xie ran all the way to Hanshan Temple to ask for blessings for Lin Xiang, and seeing the aura in the temple, she lined up for a long time and made a fortune for Lin Xiang.

The fortune-teller who shook his head and spoke like chanting sutras said: "It's a good fortune to be rich and powerful, but there have been many disasters in the past two years. If you get through it safely, you will be safe, happy, healthy and long-lived in the future."

Mrs. Xie won the lottery, and she took the pains to ask the people around her for evidence. Strangers who didn't know each other said that the Taoist was very good at divination. One hexagram told another hexagram, and he had thoroughly understood Zhou Yi and the way of heaven. , Naturally, Fuze is lingering.

Mrs. Xie was happy, she waved her hand and donated a lot of incense money, and returned to Ningbei excitedly, and gave Lin Xiang and Huo Sirong the hexagrams that the old Taoist said.

Xie Zongyao reprimanded her for being superstitious, but Mrs. Xie disagreed.

After the Xie family couple left, Huo Sirong put his arms around Lin Xiang, kissed his eyebrows, nose and eyes, and finally fell on his lips, and said softly and gently: "Did you hear that, you want to live a long life. "

Lin Xiang fell asleep after being gnawed by him, wiped the pimple on his face, and muttered softly, "You're annoying like a dog gnawing on a bone."

At that time, Huo Sirong didn't say that his family would accompany the bed, but insisted on sharing the bed with Lin Xiang. Lin Xiang's back was facing him, and Huo Sirong's face was pressed against the back of Lin Xiang's neck.

Lin Xiang woke up with a start, and he asked confusedly, "Why are you crying again? Are you a primary school student?"

Huo Sirong sniffed: "I didn't cry."

Lin Xiang shrugged: "My clothes are all wet from your crying."

Huo Sirong became angry from embarrassment, poked his lower back, and pinched him: "You talk too much, sleep."

Lin Xiang turned to face him. In the dark night, he blinked and said thoughtfully, "I believe it now."

"Believe what?"

"You probably sincerely love me so much that you can't extricate yourself."

"..." Huo Sirong rubbed the back of his neck: "Little heartless, I never joke."

In the darkness, Huo Sirong didn't see it. The playful smile on Lin Xiang's face gradually faded, and his eyes were cold. He suppressed his voice and closed his eyelids: "Go to sleep."

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This time it's really coming to an end~