After the white moonlight cuts the black

A chill ran up Meng Huaiming's spine.

Yanran's crisp laughter in the earphones was like a spell, nailing him firmly in place.

But the call was cut off soon, and Meng Huaiming called again, and it was a nurse who connected.

The other party happily said that Ms. Yanran's condition has improved a lot, and she gradually has a complete logic and can communicate smoothly. I hope that the family members will not give up, and the patient can return to society after recovery, and he must persist in appeasement...

Meng Huaiming interrupted the other party's formatted speech, "What did she read just now?"

The other party was ignorant: "Huh?"

Yan Hui was lying on his back, breathing shallow and lightly, as if he would disappear at any moment.

Meng Huaiming wanted to wake him up very much at this time, and asked him exactly when he started talking to Yan Ran, and what kind of meaning did that repeated English sentence have.

He felt that he was about to suffer from paranoia, and huge soap bubbles rose into the air.

Meng Huaiming stretched out his hand to hold it, and the grotesque world twisted and twisted in the bubble, but he couldn't see through the truth, and he didn't dare to pierce it.

Yan Hui once again fell into a state of relying on sleep to resist the outside world.

His thinking and autonomous action are locked in the body.

Yan Hui behaved obediently like a puppet whose hands and feet were tied with silk thread, but this was not a difficulty and restriction for him, but became a kind of nature.

Yan Hui let Meng Huaiming move almost numbly, and obeyed all his orders, quietly like a well-tamed deer.

Meng Huaiming combed his hair scattered on the pillow with his fingers, and he just stared at him with an irresistible expression.

There is only one person in the eyes and the heart, but it is too empty.

After seeing it, the doctor suggested that Meng Huaiming should send Yan Hui to the hospital immediately. The situation was too complicated and even basic communication was impossible, but it didn't look like a simple mental problem.

Yan Hui's first doctor died during the Qin family's rectification. Meng Huaiming tried his best to verify the news. The heir of the Qin family did not know what went crazy, and completely destroyed the Qin family's tradition of building a pavilion with "elders" for hundreds of generations. .

Qin's stock plummeted, presenting a precarious situation.

And at this moment, Mr. Meng sent an order to let everyone stand still. Mr. Meng asked the company to use the official account to retweet a rare Weibo, announcing that they would stand in line.

Only half a month later, the Qin family lived to death, and the elder group was destroyed.

Those unknown bloods sank to the bottom of the sea along with the red stocks all the way, and the identity of "Doctor Xu" was nowhere to be found.

Meng Huaiming didn't expect the disputes of the Qin family to be resolved so quickly, and amidst the big incident that affected the whole body, the Meng family was lucky enough to catch the last train and joined the team of the new Qin family.

The Huang family of Zhixing Entertainment stood on the opposite side.

Coincidentally, only half a month after Su Ye and Huang Tiantian's engagement news was trending, the two made another trending search because of their "discordant personalities".

The word "boiling" at ten o'clock has already dropped to the top ten in the afternoon.

Meng Huaiming no longer cared about Su Ye's right and wrong, but Su Ye still called every few days.

Meng Huaiming took it twice, but hung up within a minute, and then blocked him altogether.

Su Ye's lingering words were sent to his mailbox in the form of text, and Meng Huaiming clicked on it and read it, consciously laughing.

The person he could not ask for in the past is now frantically trying to keep him. If it were the same as before, Meng Huaiming would not even dare to think about it.

After jumping out to see the situation clearly, he also had to marvel at Su Ye's shrewdness.

He always kept his hands open, the Huang family couldn't take care of themselves, he had the courage to cut through the mess quickly, which not only showed his keenness in judging the situation, he might have already prepared the way out, and Meng Huaiming was just one of his many ways out.

Sitting beside Yan Hui's bed, Meng Huaiming was able to gradually adapt to the darkness.

He stretched out his hand and slid across Yanhui's profile, the latter opened his thick eyelashes, and followed the warmth of his palm and leaned over.

The tenderness of a deer's tongue licking salt, such a defenseless way, almost made Meng Huaiming's throat swell.

The part of Yan Hui that is not to be spied on is an unsatisfactory lover.

Perhaps he has long been used to playing a love object that makes people unable to pick out the flaws. He can perfectly interpret the ideal type of the other party, whether it is gentle or intellectual, rational or sunny, all come from one side of his character.

He magnifies this surface and makes the light the brightest, so that he can't see what kind of reality lies dormant in the shadow behind him.

If Meng Huaiming wasn't so persistent, it would be fine to just get along with Yan Hui like this, without any effort.

Yan Hui promised him that for 60 years, everything will return to the track, and now Meng Huaiming no longer wants that flawless lover, he wants to be close to the complete Yan Hui.

Correspondingly, there are traps and incompleteness, as well as his past.

How to treat the other half in love, this cannot even be regarded as an issue.

Most of the social rules and psychological theories all explain that you must first show your best appearance, let the other party like you first, everything may be voluntary, and then you will find shortcomings in getting along slowly, or even three times. If the view is inappropriate, that will be a matter for the future.

You shouldn't tell the other party your incompleteness from the very beginning, that will make the other party fear, doubt, and regress.

"Eternal phototaxis."

This sentence was mentioned in the unit story in "Rongchun". At the beginning, Meng Chuqi reminded Meng Huaiming that since he could understand Yanhui's bright side from "Little Lurongrong and His Forest Township", then There must be a book that exposed his dark side.

Words can lie the most, and words can peek into the heart.

The first two volumes have been published, and the cover can just be combined to form a complete flower. A layer of black and white is laid in the color of the flower. The petals unfold forward, and a handful of sand flows out, just like the tilt in an hourglass.

Meng Huaiming finished reading these two books.

Yan Hui's words and writings are completely different from his fairy tales, "Dear Man by the Window", "Honey Pot" and his "Glutinous Rice Balls and Wine Leses".

If "tangyuan distiller's grains" represents his ideal construction, the two collaborative books are Yanhui's ultimate disguise, and fairy tales are his pure reservations, then "Rongchun" is infinitely close to the various forms of the world he absorbs.

And what comes out of it is the truth from Yanhui.

He didn't want that perfect lover with high scores, he fell in love with that negative, incomplete, photophobic Yan Hui.

She also wanted to make the real Yan Hui fall in love with him.

"You're awake." Meng Huaiming touched his cheek with the back of his hand. This should be the most intimate gesture in the world. Yan Hui blinked slowly and nodded slightly. He glanced at the window and asked in a low voice, "Is it evening?"

Meng Huaiming said "Yes", "No, the weather is not very good today, what would you like to eat?"

Yan Hui shrank back as if sleepy again.

Just when Meng Huaiming thought he was falling asleep again, Yan Hui suddenly hooked his fingers around his sleeve, in such an attached gesture, but quickly withdrew her hand and moved her body back a bit.

"Are you real?"

Yan Hui asked, that voice was too cautious, it sounded like it would break when twisted, Meng Huaiming tried his best to transmit his body temperature, so that Yan Hui could feel his heat with his hands, which could never be covered with heat, he replied almost earnestly: "Yes, I yes."

Yan Hui struggled out of his tiredness, and Meng Huaiming's hot temperature burned along his pulse all the way to the depths of his heart. He said sullenly, "I saw Yan Ran."

"She's not here, she's in the hospital." Meng Huaiming said slowly, "Don't be afraid."

Yan Hui withdrew her gaze from the void, and looked at Meng Huaiming squarely, but her gaze was already sober, and there was a watery light in her eyes that could never be gathered, "She also fell from a building back then."

"What?" Meng Huaiming didn't hear clearly.

Yan Hui said without missing a word: "She also fell from the building back then."

Meng Huaiming choked for breath.

"I didn't find the suicide note she left for me." Yan Hui said extremely aggrieved: "She should have left a letter, why can't I find it?"

Meng Huaiming suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked something very quickly, but then Yan Hui frowned, showing a painful expression.

He was already under the impression of tinnitus and hallucinations, and Meng Huaiming's vague question suddenly went out of tune, as if he was humming with high-frequency compression. In this way, Yan Hui could distinguish the real from the abnormal.

He wrapped his hands and feet in the soft quilt, and said to this non-aggressive phantom, "Talk to me."

Meng Huaiming took off his shoes and lay on his side beside him. He stared at Yanhui Yanhui in the darkness. It was not absolutely black, but it reminded him of the wings of a glowing butterfly.

He kissed his forehead, tasted salty and wet with sweat.

Yan Hui seemed to like such a small gesture of intimacy, he approached him, and said mysteriously: "Shh, shhh, don't talk about it."

His thinking was not very clear, his language was contradictory, confused, and he clearly wanted Meng Huaiming to speak, but he was not allowed to speak. Meng Huaiming expressed his intentions in the shortest words, as if coaxing a child: "Speak."

"What?" Yan Hui pondered for a moment, then picked out a point from the chaotic thoughts: "Let's talk about you."

"It wasn't discovered, right..." Yan Hui looked like the most diligent student seeking an answer to a difficult problem, but couldn't follow his own logic: "He said he loves you."

"Su Ye?" Meng Huaiming had guessed that Su Ye had looked for Yan Hui before, but he was not sure if the two had met.

Yan Hui leaned close to his ear, and breathed lightly, almost as if she was secretly telling him a secret: "...he loves you, I know it's fake, but you are stupid, you can never find out."

Meng Huaiming suddenly grasped something crucial.

Yan Hui had already seen clearly the one-way relationship between him and Su Ye.

"I know, but I can't say it." Yan Hui's tone dropped: "I don't want you to try and make mistakes, but I have no other way. You love him, but he doesn't love you. I've thought about it for a long time. The best, but then..."

After that, there was no further text, and after a while, he sighed sadly: "How did it become like that?"

All his references are known only to himself, Meng Huaiming doesn't go into details, even though he is already extremely eager to know Yan Hui's answer, he still follows him and asks: "After that?"

"An accident happened to Yan Ran. I didn't find out in time. It was too late. Someone came to the door..."

Yan Hui's body tensed suddenly, and even trembled slightly, her teeth collided: "I... I couldn't get up, Yan Ran just went out like that, she wanted to die..."

He held onto Meng Huaiming's arm tightly, as if grabbing a tree in a violent storm, "The hospital, the hospital contacted me and told me to go quickly. She jumped off a building and was being rescued... After that, she never woke up."

This "waking up" should refer to Yan Ran falling from the building, but attempted suicide, after which the mental illness completely broke out and fell into madness.

Yan Hui suddenly lay down on the edge of the bed and retched, Meng Huaiming's thoughts suddenly became chaotic, he stroked Yan Hui's back, other than that, there was no practical meaning to comfort him, and he could only watch helplessly as if his internal organs were about to vomit. In the pain that came out, I grasped the subtle clarity.

Yan Hui pushed him away.

In a trance, Meng Huaiming saw a drop of crystal clear water falling down.

"Thank you." Yan Hui suddenly said this when he closed the door and left.

Too bad it wasn't heard.

Yanran actually had the experience of committing suicide by jumping off a building back then. Meng Huaiming held down the steering wheel, and the old man's hoarse but still dignified instructions came from the earphones.

"Hello, are you Mr. Meng?"

Meng Huaiming was taken aback: "Yes, you are?"

"That's right, your courier, no, it's a courier named Mr. Yan Hui, who has been stuck at the post office at No. 25 Dingxiang Street for several days."

"We learned that he still has an alternative address, and it is indicated that if no one receives the goods for a long time, it will be forwarded there. Now that the courier has arrived, you can see that we will directly deduct the payment."

That place is not far from Yanran's hospital.

He took a detour to get the courier, and removed the vegetables he bought today from the co-pilot's chair. It was a boxy box, but it was too light. Meng Huaiming went upstairs with the box and plastic bags of various sizes. Suddenly, there was a different smell in the room.

That's the smell of smoke.

Meng Huaiming kicked open the door of Yan Hui's room, but there was no one inside.

The thick cloud cover in the early morning has disappeared, and a lot of sunlight shines in from the window.

Meng Huaiming was about to rush downstairs to adjust the monitoring, but when he passed the living room, he saw the express box again.

By coincidence, he took it apart.

There was actually a small box inside the tightly packed box. The dark red pattern on the box made people feel uncomfortable. Meng Huaiming frowned and opened the lid.

Time seemed to freeze.

Meng Huaiming stared at those photos, and in just a few seconds, he almost experienced another life and death.

Four 10 minutes ago.

When Yan Hui heard the door opened, she still looked at the window blocked by flannel curtains indifferently.

Footsteps sounded on the edge of his bed.

wow-

The curtains were opened wide to both sides, and the sudden light made Yan Hui subconsciously close her eyes.

"You've become like this again."

The visitor laughed.

"Second time."

The body was lifted up in the air, and the weak struggle was absolutely suppressed.

Zhao Hao threw away the soft jingtai that had been smoked until there was only a small section left, lifted Yanhui's chin, and sprayed a puff of smoke in his face.

"Little lunatic, besides me picking you up, who else wants you?"

The author has something to say: In order to prevent stepping on mines, we must chatter here.Maybe some relatives will feel "this article is so long, it's so suffocating and uncomfortable", if you have this idea, you don't need to force yourself at all, there are many happy articles, and Liu Zhou also likes to write small Tianbing can understand that sometimes an unhappy article can also make Liuzhou a little depressed.Then... this article is so unpleasant (cover face).I'm really, really sorry here. (Ju)

The original thought of writing this article was "Why do you understand the truth, but still have a bad life?" So its tone is a bit depressing, but even if "beat this mediocre card to pieces", There will also be no "if this is the case, then let it be whatever" idea.Sublimation from the quagmire is a joy to hear, but falling into the quagmire from the splendor, is it really helpless?

This is probably the reason for this story.

It's not that Yan Hui has no other choice. The author also thought about whether to overthrow half of the outline and start again, so that he will be happy and favored in advance.But after thinking about it, in the past life, when faced with choices, there was obviously a fork in the road, why didn't I choose that way at the beginning?So remorse is just remorse, and there is no turning back.

The only one who turns back in the article is Meng Huaiming, but his test is even greater. If nothing changes, then he will just repeat the same mistakes, whether it is Yu Chuqi or Yan Hui.

Maybe seeing this, you will feel that we are justifying "abuse for the sake of abuse", but at least when writing "End of the full text", the author feels that the characters have never regretted what they did.

That's it.

Then I would like to thank all those who said they liked this article and commented on Tou Lei Nutrient Solution. They are really very happy. It is my honor to meet you in this article. (hug)