After the white moonlight cuts the black

When Meng Huaiming arrived at the hospital, Yan Hui had already been sedated and was lying in the emergency ward on the first floor for observation.

Jiang Hua, who sent him here, quickly registered to get the medicine, and stood in the corridor to read Yan Hui's medical certificate.

Yan Hui's condition is not serious, just a stomachache, and the dangerous symptoms in the car are caused by acute pain.

But Jiang Hua's right eye was black, and Meng Huaiming frowned: "How did you do it?"

"It was a taxi." Jiang Hua pointed to the temporary ward behind him, "Mr. was agitated and refused to cooperate to get out of the car."

Meng Huaiming's breath suddenly tightened, and Jiang Hua added in time: "The doctor suspects that it is a mental problem, and we can't judge until the husband wakes up."

"Mental problems?" Meng Huaiming was completely biased, thinking that it was Yan Hui who didn't want to contact him.

On second thought, Yan Hui's name of Yan Ran can be understood as an attachment to his relatives, and asking Yan Ran to kill him is obviously nonsense.

"What else did he say?"

"Basically can't hear clearly." Jiang Hua hesitated: "Brother Meng, sir, he couldn't recognize anyone at the time, and he didn't know what he was afraid of. He looked like..."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work today, you call a car and go back first."

Jiang Hua shut up immediately, he realized that Meng Huaiming didn't want to hear the description of Yan Hui's abnormality now.

In the middle of the night, the emergency department of the hospital sent a few more traffic accident victims, and the beds on their side had to be vacant.

Meng Huaiming wanted to hospitalize Yan Hui directly, but he didn't have his ID on him. Fortunately, Jiang Hua arranged this in advance and moved a corner so that they could spend the night temporarily, but it was past midnight, and the nurse couldn't find him. , Meng Huaiming asked someone to move the ashes to the ward by himself.

Even if there is a nurse to help, he has to do the lifting and changing of the bed.

He lifted Yan Hui's shoulders, only to feel that the skin and bones under his palms were thin, Yan Hui's head was leaning against his shoulders, and when he lowered his head a little, he could see a piece of bone at the back of the young man's neck, propped abruptly, like a broken bone with his bare hands peach branch.

From the house of the swearing man to throwing Yan Hui to the back seat of the car, he carried him all the time.

In the movements of grabbing and looting, his shoulders were pressed against his abdomen all the way.

It's so annoying, Meng Huaiming didn't think about it, I didn't even have time to look at his face, whether he was uncomfortable or in pain, I didn't even have time to see.

He clearly noticed that his mental state was not right before, but because of his anger, he easily ignored it.

All the single rooms in this hospital have folding beds behind the doors. The reason why Meng Huaiming knew this was because Yan Hui had a high fever for some inexplicable reason. He wanted to share a bed with him. Yan Hui told him: " There's a rollaway bed behind the door."

When Yan Hui said this, she obviously didn't want to let him sleep on the folding bed, but she still told him.

When Yan Hui entered the door, she noticed that there were four dark brown marks on the floor on the right side of the single ward, and there were no deep marks on the seat of the small seat beside it, and there were two sets of pillows on the bed in the ward.

It is not without reason that this hospital is well received. Although there are rumors that non-patients are not allowed to stay overnight, for patients who are hospitalized on the first night, it is really difficult to live alone.

After Yan Hui repeatedly asked Meng Huaiming about tomorrow's itinerary, she was relieved that he would stay and accompany her. He wanted him to stay, so she had to ask carefully.

Meng Huaiming sometimes felt that he was too considerate, and a meticulous lover would understand his mood and make people feel sorry for him in a clever way.

That night Yan Hui couldn't fall asleep, his throat was dry, and his body was suffering from a fever. Meng Huaiming hugged him and told him not to talk, but to listen to himself.

He said that when I was seven or eight years old, I also had a fever at night like you, but my father was outside socializing, and my aunt was already asleep, so I dared not go to her. To have someone visit me, and when I grow up, I want to be that person who visits the sick.

It was a shift of responsibility, from the weak to the strong.

Meng Huaiming gave Yan Hui an earphone, and the accordion was accompanied by a deep male voice, lingering and endless.

Yan Hui's eyelashes trembled, and he didn't speak again.

"How many years later, the past will follow the clouds."

Meng Huaiming still has this song in his playlist. Even in another time and space, this song is still lying there, just like the sickly night, sinking deep in his memory, leaving a silhouette.

Yanhui's long eyelids are like the wings of a butterfly spreading out in the early morning, and there are sporadic dew in the lights of the outpatient department building opposite.

Now he still has eyelashes like a butterfly's wings, restless in his dream.

What have you been through?

My spring breeze is intoxicating, and my green grass is like a rug.

Yan Hui slept too long this time, the days were shortening, and the dawn was getting later and later. He opened his eyes, his eyes were confused and divergent. Meng Huaiming patted the calling bell and reached out to touch his forehead.

His brows furrowed tightly, Yan Hui dodged the touch and fell into a coma again.

Yan Hui's energy is very low, Meng Huaiming can directly see his tiredness, the reason may be from the romantic marks on his body, as long as the eyes are not blind, one can judge.

Meng Huaiming couldn't describe his feelings.

He didn't think Yan Hui would find another love so quickly.

Yan Hui asked him to rearrange the logical order, and what he wanted to express was clearly the direction of lovers looking for true love after they broke up. But in this situation, how can Meng Huaiming believe that he has really found someone he can trust?

As for that vulgar man, the one who told him to "get out of here" and didn't care about him being taken away, how could he be worthy of Yan Hui's support.

The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he went out to smoke a cigarette.

A pop-up window reminded him that Su Yaowen had updated Weibo again, and it was a fresh selfie.

The drama he was filming was Zhixing Entertainment, which took the majority of the capital. After Meng Huaiming read the script, he was happy for a while, and praised his vision for taking the script.

The characters seem to be tailor-made, and they are based on progressive and inspirational characters. Although there is no explosive point, the advantage is that the author of the original text is an old-timer in the literary world. The excessive drama between people and ups and downs is perfect.

Where is such a good thing.

Meng Huaiming remembered that after this drama, Su Yaowen's contact with him became less and less, and the number of times he went home to stay was even rarer, but the reasons were given perfectly every time.

A man's career should always be respected. Meng Huai knew that he was serious about his career, so he let him run around every day. Whenever he had time, he would go to the set to watch him.

Later, the number of times he was found was also less.

Su Yaowen was his first love. From the third year of junior high school to university, Su Yaowen's parents died early, and he was adopted by his uncle, who gave him an excellent education, so that he could study and go to school with people like Meng Huaiming. Obviously it was due to the disparity in status, but in the end it was Meng Huaiming. Be the one looking up at the clouds.

Su Yaowen is too difficult to chase, it is almost as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.

The two maintained an ambiguous good buddy relationship until graduation, Su Yaowen insisted on going abroad, Meng Huaiming's family was undergoing capital inspection, and he stayed in China.

On the night of sending Su Yaowen to board the plane, Meng Huaiming drank a lot of wine, and felt that a part of his body was being ripped off, and the pain was piercing.

Chen Shao greeted a group of brothers to watch his jokes and taught him the principles of life that brothers are like brothers and lovers are like clothes. Money, you can still pick it up if you cut it by hand, cut it quickly!

Yan Hui appeared too late in his life, and everyone said that the airborne hoisted bamboo horses, but no one knew the operating rules behind this principle better than Meng Huaiming.

The reason why the bamboo horse was hanged and beaten was because he was not the protagonist's life.

Who can determine who will become the protagonist in life.Su Yaowen withdrew, Yan Hui walked in, Yan Hui left gently, Su Yaowen came in high-profile, and finally refreshed the plot, which may not be a good ending.

Meng Huaiming exhaled a puff of smoke, and the faces of the people hurrying in front of the inpatient department building looked sad.

When Yan Hui was discharged from the hospital, he stood in the same position, looked at these blurred-faced patients or family members, and pinched his palms with his fingers. He said that he didn't like hospitals, and he didn't like places where human emotions were too strong.

This surprised Meng Huaiming. Hospitals, schools, and orphanages are the places where writers often draw materials. He asked Yan Hui if he was not feeling well. So sentimental."

If Su Yaowen's change was Meng Huaiming's self-deception, then Yan Hui's change was too abrupt.

The young man with a bright smile in the bookstore has become pale and indifferent, and his current state reveals strangeness everywhere.

... His sister, that man, was pointing fingers everywhere.

Meng Huaiming pinched the bridge of his nose. At this time, the director of "You Come and I Go" called and asked him how the script was written. Meng Huaiming casually said a few words, hung up the phone and went to Yan Hui's ward.

Yan Hui has already woken up.

He leaned against the head of the bed, his gaze fell out of the window, Meng Huaiming felt palpitations for no reason, and walked over to try to close the curtains, but Yan Hui stopped him: "Don't."

Meng Huaiming asked, "Do you know your situation?"

Yan Hui blinked, this appearance was almost the same as his usual appearance, a bit innocent and well-behaved, he smiled with lips curled up: "Yes, I know."

This is willing to talk, Meng Huaiming sat on the chair next to him, "What happened during this time?"

"Huaiming." Yan Hui's smile was too familiar to him, it was the gentleness he would have when he wanted to make an irrelevant joke, lie on the sofa and be amused by the character he wrote, or when he hit it off with his point of view.

Meng Huaiming seemed to know him for the first time.

The elements contained in Yanhui's young body were too warm, gentle, sunny, optimistic, bright, and lazy, all of which were positive tones. Occasional shortcomings were also temper tantrums and picky mouths. Flaws are cute in the eyes of the beholder.

"Let me guess, the reason why you came to me is because you and Su Ye are at odds, or have you broken up? I am the only person you have been with since Su Ye left. You are a... How should I put it, Very nostalgic people, you don't jump into trying to start a new relationship."

Meng Huaiming didn't want to listen anymore, he had never felt that Yan Hui's tone could be so harsh.

"Now is not the time to talk about me." Meng Huaiming was not used to him saying these words in such an intimate tone, Yan Hui pursed his lips and smiled, usually it meant being a villain and secretly biting a chocolate bar.

"Me? I have nothing to say. My sister is driven crazy by the huge amount of usury owed. I can't afford that much money. There are two parents and one younger brother behind her."

He speaks fast, always rushing to talk: "I have thought of all the ways I can think of, but fortunately there are still some things that can be used. To be honest, I am still surprised, after all, I am not someone in the circle."

"The funder supports this theme, and he has life experience. The effect must be good. Do you want to change it? Huaiming."

Yan Hui's expression remained unchanged, Meng Huaiming stood up suddenly, Yan Hui raised his head to meet his gaze.

He said sarcastically: "The problem has been solved, Huai Ming, there is no suspense, if you want to talk about the only foreshadowing..."

"It's just that I was not what you imagined from the beginning."

"You know a lot of actors, how about my acting skills? Is the reproduced lover perfect?"

"Is there anyone who knows how to coax people better than someone who is used to writing about love?"

"From the very beginning, I wanted you to take me out of that ghost place, but how did I know it would become like this."

"I live in such a mess."

He didn't sigh, but said plainly: "Meng Huaiming, that's it. In this script, you help me achieve success, and I cooperate with you to pretend to be affectionate. Now I'm done playing around. I'll blame myself. I'm tired enough now. You make me clean." .”

Yan Hui finished speaking in one breath, almost dripping with joy, looking up, waiting for Meng Huaiming to slap him, breaking the relationship completely.

The terrible silence gradually fermented.

Meng Huaiming clenched his fists, turned his head and slammed the door out.

* "Lake Baikal"