After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Chuqi cried in front of each other.

Meng Huaiming leaned against the door of the ward, and heard that their girl was still calm at first, but she couldn't hold back when she was talking.

Choking and interrupting her soft words, she paused several times, and finally Li Jun reached out and scratched Chu Qi's nose.

She said: "Cry if you want to cry." But she shed tears first.

Chu Qi's tears burst instantly. She lay on the hospital bed, her shoulders twitched frequently, and they held her hands one after another. The cold tears of the girls washed away the seemingly endless snow, and led the faint light into the sky. To the dark sky.

"Did anyone catch it?" Yan Hui turned off the phone screen and looked up at Meng Huaiming.

The smell of disinfectant stained his hair, Yan Hui still had infusion stickers on the back of his hand, and Meng Huaiming was holding the medicine bag from a condescending angle.

In the past, the knitted scarf of swallow gray would be piled up to the chin, and it could be used as a mask by the way, so the white neck circle was always hidden in it. Now at first glance, it looks like porcelain that has been scrubbed with snow. The first thing Meng Huaiming thought of was actually Ge Kiln's ice cracks.

Open films endow him with a dangerous and deadly aesthetic.

Meng Huaiming looked away, nodded and said: "I have caught the people who did the fighting. As for the instigator behind it, the old man and I have already figured out who is behind it. We will decide the countermeasures after we take over."

Yan Hui cleared his throat. People were coming and going in the corridor of the inpatient department, and all kinds of afterimages were reflected in his pupils. He asked in a low voice, "Will you still be a screenwriter?"

Meng Huaiming was taken aback, and sat beside Yanhui, the plastic bags made a sound almost bursting, "At least after the beginning of spring, and next winter, I won't pick up the books."

Yan Hui was silent, and Meng Huaiming asked back, "What about you?"

"what?"

Yan Hui gave him a questioning look, Meng Huaiming smiled, and his knuckles touched Yan Hui's index finger and middle finger that were caressing each other.

He took out the smoking cessation lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped the wrapping paper, and stuffed it directly into Yan Hui's mouth without asking Yan Hui if he wanted to eat it. From the corner of his eye, he saw an aunt on the opposite side as if he had eaten a fly. He took his wife and left quickly.

"Smoking less, who did you learn from?" Meng Huaiming never expected that there would be a day when he would teach Yan Hui a lesson.

The sweet taste spread in his mouth, Yan Hui leaned back, Meng Huaiming stretched out an arm to prevent the back of his head from touching the wall, Yan Hui half-closed his eyes: "It didn't feel good before, Doctor Xu said maybe I should Divert attention."

This is the first time he took the initiative to mention that "uncomfortable" time.

"That Dr. Xu asked you to smoke?" Meng Huaiming frowned: "Does he have a license to practice?"

No trace of the mysterious psychiatrist has been detected, and the Qin family has many people with weird behaviors.

Unexpectedly, Yan Hui shook her head, "It's not him, it's..."

The plastic bag made a suffocating sound. Yan knew Meng Huaiming's thoroughness in despair, but the name was still the gap between them. If he didn't say it, Meng Huaiming would not be able to cross it.

"Tobacco and alcohol are not separate, these nerve-numbing things are suitable for me." Yan Hui spoke slowly, "You have seen me like that, very scary, and I have no self-control."

Meng Huaiming said hoarsely, "Do you really like it?"

Yan Hui's eyelids trembled, "I need, at least, once needed."

He took a deep breath, "Doctor Xu said that there is a memory that is not pleasant to me, so now I can't really think clearly why I... need paralysis and addiction so much."

Meng Huaiming's pupils shrank, and then his tone became more urgent: "You said that Xu's memory is not complete?"

"Yeah." Yan Hui replied sullenly.

Meng Huaiming's heartbeat accelerated obviously, like a heavy hammer hitting the flesh and blood repeatedly. Human memory is a very wonderful thing. The Ebbinghaus curve draws a beautiful arc, but in fact, in the traces of forgetting and reminiscence, Too many exceptions exist.

He made appointments with at least three psychiatrists for Yan Hui, and they all mentioned the avoidance numbness classification in PTSD, but none of them found the breakpoint in his memory.

Seeing Meng Huaiming's nervousness, Yan Hui patted the back of his hand, "It's a good thing that you can't remember it. In fact, sometimes you can trigger memories. It seems true. It's not too pleasant, so forget it."

It seemed that Meng Huaiming was the one who needed comfort.

But Meng Huaiming said: "But 'being awake is necessary'."

"Sobriety is Necessary" comes from the second volume of "Rongchun".

Yan Hui couldn't help laughing after hearing this: "Have you seen Rong Chun?"

When writing the book "Rongchun", their relationship was already on the verge of breaking down, and they even had a fight around this book, which was perhaps the most intense dispute that happened between them, although the time was not long, it was enough fierce.

And the specific cause was not because of the book, it seemed to be a detail. Meng Huaiming remembered that it was Yanhui's glasses that he couldn't find, so he simply cleaned the house.

At that time, Meng Huaiming was talking outside about the collapse of the then-sought-after adaptation project, was drunk, and made people very sarcasm.

He was irritable, and when he came back to see Yan Hui had moved all the furniture, he said a few words impatiently.

He asked him why he was always obsessed with the glasses, wouldn't contact lenses work?After making the house so bad, I can't sit still every day, can I still write?

For some reason, the topic came to Yan Hui's recent novel. He kicked off his slippers, and said to Yan Hui who was holding a mop, "You don't know what the subject of that book is? Adaptation, ha, even publication is on the line! You Why do you do whatever you want, whose time is it wasting?"

After listening to his passage, Yan Hui didn't say a word, mopped the floor, put the furniture back in place, then walked up to Meng Huaiming with the mop, and took out the contact lenses in front of him, the gesture was like gouging out eyes.

Then, together with the mop, it was thrown at Meng Huaiming's feet.

His eyes quickly turned red and became moist. I don't know whether it was due to too much strength or emotional fluctuations when taking out the mirror, but soon he didn't say anything, and frowned and went back to the room.

Alcohol made Meng Huaiming not very impressed with this memory, but thinking about it now, it was the first time Yan Hui got angry in front of him, and what was hidden under the real anger was pain that he didn't know.

"sorry."

Sorry for the lateness.

He knew that he shouldn't vent the anger he received outside to his family, but at that time he could hardly restrain himself, thinking that Yan Hui could fully tolerate his temper.

Yan Hui's obedience and spirituality overwhelmed his feelings, and he still thought that he would give Yan Hui what he thought was the best, to achieve his career and their ideals.

Yan Hui seemed relieved, and shook her head helplessly, "At that time, I was actually very irrational. Su Ye found me not long ago, and said that you chose me because of your eyes. I don't believe it."

He frowned angrily, hinting at himself: "I don't believe it now either."

Meng Huaiming said, "No, let me tell you clearly now, no."

Yan Hui was relieved of this long-lost, unsuspecting answer. He felt that the topic had gone too far, so he turned back: "Will you still live in this city in the future?"

The main industry of the Meng family is the same as that of the Qin family. In fact, there is already a sense of wolves around the Qin family. If Meng Huaiming wants to return to the Meng family, as a direct blood relative, Mr. Meng must recall him to the headquarters .

"I won't leave now." Meng Huaiming said, "I still lack an answer." He stared at Yan Hui: "Is this a good time?"

In the corridors of the hospital, in the inpatient department where people come and go, the dust that has been cleaned is floating in the slightly stuffy air, and they even gave someone a supercilious look in the last minute.

"What is a good time?" Yan Hui murmured, "This is very good."

Sickness, chaos, life and death, crying and laughing gather together, suitable for talking about any abandonment, revealing compromise and cowardice, and also suitable for retaining and saving.

"I decided to become a screenwriter when I was 19, and I made 20 when I was a hitman at the age of 300. Up to now, I can earn 5000 million a year by writing things, excluding the mortgage and daily expenses, but there is not much funds for activities, and now I I haven’t saved money deliberately, if I work for the old man, he won’t pay me a salary, it can only be counted as performance, I roughly figured it out, 60 million, [-] years, I will definitely get it out.”

"60 years..." Yan Hui closed her eyes.

"There is only one 60 years in a person's life, and there will be no second one. I can't live to be 120 years old." Meng Huaiming also imitated Yan Hui and leaned back, "5000 million, you continue my 60 years, how about it?" ?”

A laugh rolled out of Yan Hui's throat: "Switch the concept secretly."

"I am serious."

He said: "If you don't dislike it, Meng Huaiming's 60 years has Yan Hui's participation. If you don't want to, I also have another 60 years, but there is something missing, but this is my own willingness. I live All these years, except for the last relationship, when there is no grinding, mistakes can not be made again, knowing the mistakes can make a big difference, please forgive me."

Yan Hui closed his eyes, and from Meng Huaiming's angle, he could clearly see the frantic trembling of his eyelashes. Then he raised his hands to cover his face, and took a deep breath as if he was severely hypoxic.

The water droplets rolled down quickly, gathered on the tip of his chin, and then dripped into the skirt of his clothes. Meng Huaiming waited quietly.

Chu Qi cried a lot, and shed a lot of tears. When Meng Huaiming entered, both of them had swollen eyes, but their emotions had calmed down.

Chu Qihe talked about her short-term wishes, wanting to raise a golden retriever dog, go to Tibet for a while, and then go back to study, prepare for the college entrance examination, and study design majors.

One after another leaned on the cushions and said with a smile that he would go all the way to study, do surgery, become a poet who studies pure theory, and raise a Samoyed.

Meng Chuqi laughed, and then asked to go out for a walk with the dog to visit the comic exhibition, and Li Jun readily agreed.

After Chu Qi left, Meng Huaiming had a private conversation with Li Yun.

The child realized that he would make compensation, so he offered to ask for a condition, but it was not about profit or wealth. She said, "Please assure me that after the seventh day, everything will be safe and smooth." After a pause, " She is not your child, what happened this time will never happen again."

She said not a word about the humiliation and pain she had suffered, nor did she suggest that they asked for material rewards, and no amount of money could make up for the sacrifices she made.

But she wished that Chu Qi would be safe and smooth, because she knew that Meng Chu Qi was not the child of Meng Huaiming or Yan Hui, nor Lin Jun's own daughter. Father's love and mother's love, none of them can get this.

She hoped that Meng Huaiming could treat Chu Qi as her own daughter.

At this moment, Meng Huaiming felt that Li Jun's thinking was clear and logical, but he would definitely agree to her request.

Li Qiong didn't want material rewards, and Meng Huaiming would not give them outright, but Meng Huaiming knew the high cost of the operation, as well as the follow-up care and drug supply, and if he didn't say anything, it didn't mean he wouldn't help secretly.

He used to think that children should look like children, but behind every overly mature child, there is a past, and Li has used her way to look back and leave.

When Meng Chuqi's poems lead her out of the library and towards the golden autumn osmanthus tree, she will keep going.

Yan Hui blows the air on the roof of the hospital.

In fact, he is very familiar with this hospital, and he also knows which window to turn out the roof to walk directly to.

At the beginning, he was hospitalized in this hospital for a week, and he visited it five times within a month, and the rescue of Yan Ran's suicide was actually completed here.

This building containing endless joys and sorrows seems to have been cut into his bones.

There were many other people on the roof, all of whom were regular visitors to the hospital. Yan Hui remembered that the proposal to close the roof was put forward at that time, but it has not been implemented now, only the edge railings have been reinforced.

Below is a deserted meadow, and the extra piece of land may have been a garden, but it was abandoned after re-planning.

This is too dangerous.

Yan Hui thought, if he hadn't made a mistake at that time, he would have jumped off.

He lost a memory about the "reason", but he remembered everything after that.

5000 million, 60 years.

Yan Hui thought silently, this is really too precious.

Just as he was casually diverting his gaze, a figure caught his attention.

"Wait!" Yan Hui walked towards him, feeling that the other party was too close to the edge, he said, "Don't move."

The other party turned around.

Yan Hui was taken aback.

The man was also taken aback, then smiled indifferently and made a "shh" gesture.

He held on to the railing so casually, as if it wasn't enough to catch the wind and take a break.

He winked at Yan Hui and said with a smile, "Thank you, goodbye."

Then he stepped over the railing and jumped!

Yan Hui rushed to the side of the fence, the black shadow he saw became smaller and smaller in his field of vision, and the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground was like a ghost, suddenly ringing in his ears.

"—Chu He!"