Brilliant

Wen Mingyuan had a dream. In the pure white world, the child in black robe stood in the center of the world.His body was covered with pitch-black butterflies, and the butterflies trembled and fluttered their wings.Wen Mingyuan wanted to approach him, but the child raised his hand and pointed behind Wen Mingyuan.

Wen Mingyuan didn't look back, he wanted to know who the child was, so he stubbornly walked towards the place where the child was standing.The black butterfly on the child's body began to tremble uneasily, flapping its wings frantically.

"Don't come here!" The child uttered a shrill cry.

Wen Mingyuan stopped in his tracks.

"go back!"

The black butterfly flew away from the child's body, and in an instant the whole world shattered like shards of glass, falling into endless darkness one after another.Wen Mingyuan also stepped on a piece of glass and fell into the abyss. He saw his frantically running back in countless glass windows.

When Mo Beicheng received the call and rushed to the hospital, Wen Mingyuan had already had the operation for three hours.

The pale flashing lights, the words glowing red, the smell of disinfectant in the air, and the biting coldness and desolation in the body.

"W is here!"

"Is it really a lover?"

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

shut up...

Mo Beicheng really wanted to stuff their mouths with something.

Mo Nanxuan protected him from the noise and the crowd and walked into the hospital. Mo Nanxuan avoided the microphones that were about to poke Mo Beicheng's face.He had never seen his younger brother like this before. He didn't shed tears or cry out, but just walked forward quietly.

When he came to the elevator door of the operating room of the hospital, Mo Beicheng finally said: "Brother, I'm afraid."

he's so scared...

He was so afraid of losing Wen Mingyuan...

Without Wen Mingyuan, how would he survive...

Mo Nanxuan endured the tears in his eyes, did not answer him, and reached out to press the button of the elevator.

Mo Nanxuan could feel his brother trembling.

The moment the elevator door opened, Mo Beicheng saw Wei Qiumiao.

"The operation...is over," Wei Qiumiao had obviously cried just now, "For the time being, it was a success. Brother Mingyuan hid to the side and didn't hit his head, but it was still serious. The doctor said that he still needs to do it." During the second operation, he broke several ribs..."

Mo Beicheng spoke with a terrible hoarse voice, "Where is he?"

"In that ward." Wei Qiumiao pointed Mo Beicheng in the direction.

Through the small window on the door of the ward, Mo Beicheng looked at Wen Mingyuan who was lying on the bed with all kinds of tubes inserted into his body.

my beloved...

Lying there cold...

He finally believed that all this was not a dream.

"Wen Mingyuan..."

He whispered the name of the person he loved deeply.

Wake up and look at me, okay?

Don't leave me here alone.

Tears flowed down Mo Beicheng's cheeks.

"You can go in," Wei Qiumiao reminded him.

Mo Beicheng opened the doorknob with trembling hands, and could smell a faint smell of blood in the air as soon as he opened the door.He walked to the hospital bed and looked at the person lying on the bed.

Mo Beicheng really wanted to touch him, but he didn't dare to reach out for fear of hurting him.

Wen Mingyuan's complexion was pale, and there was blood on his forehead that was not wiped clean.

Mo Beicheng's hands suddenly began to tremble violently, and a certain desire in his heart was germinating crazily, and it was about to burst through his entire heart.Mo Beicheng grabbed the clothes on his chest. He looked around and saw white sheets on the spare bed in the ward.

Mo Beicheng grabbed the pen the doctor put on the table and walked towards the white bed sheet.

Some strange sounds began to appear in his ears. It was obvious that the whole hospital was extremely quiet, but Mo Beicheng could hear different sounds now.

It's like drums, gongs, and crazy electric steel.

Can't, can't...

Mo Beicheng grabbed his right hand.

He can't write songs at this time.

Mo Beicheng knelt on the ground, and he tapped his head on the floor until blood was all over his face.

Can't write, can't!Can't write at this time!

But he couldn't control his hand no matter what. The hand holding the pen seemed to be controlled by a god, and wrote notes one by one on the white sheet.

Mo Beicheng's left hand scratched bloodstains on his right arm, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. His right hand was still moving, and a surge of inspiration burst out. The blood dripped on the white sheet, spreading like flowers in the underworld.

what is this......

Mo Beicheng smiled wryly as he watched notes appear on the sheet one by one.

what is this......

what is this! ! !

I am now like a lunatic, a lunatic who can only create, music is no longer his wish for immortality, but the master who manipulates his soul.He is completely controlled by his talent and cannot get his own freedom.

"My God..." When Mo Nanxuan and the doctor walked into the ward, what they saw was Mo Beicheng kneeling on the ground. His hands and head were covered with scars caused by himself. On the scattered white sheets, dense musical notes were written with a black marker.

Behind them was an unexpected person—Gao Yue.

Mo Nanxuan knelt down to look at his wound, and Gao Yue took advantage of this moment to remove the white sheet from Mo Beicheng's side.

"Brother," Mo Beicheng looked at his hands, red blood mixed with black ink.

He finally realized a fact, a fact that had existed but he had never acknowledged.

"I am a monster..."

Mo Beicheng laughed arrogantly, and his tears flowed down mixed with blood.

He's a monster, he was a monster in the first place.

A monster enslaved by music, a monster manipulated by love and hate, who knows no pain and no shame, even if his lover is lying in a hospital bed, he can write songs with a pen.

He is a monster.

He is not normal.

He was the one who harmed Wen Mingyuan.

If they hadn't met, if he had jumped off the river the day they first met, these things wouldn't have happened.

"Aren't you..." Mo Nanxuan took a tissue to stop his bleeding, "Aren't you..."

"Little brother..." A weak voice made Mo Beicheng's noisy world suddenly quiet, and he separated this one from countless voices.He knelt and crawled to Wen Mingyuan's bedside. Wen Mingyuan who was lying on the hospital bed suddenly showed signs of awakening. He turned his head and looked at Mo Beicheng who was kneeling on the ground, "Little brother..."

The doctor hurried to inform the person to come.

Mo Beicheng held his hand.

"do not Cry......"

Wen Mingyuan pulled out his hand and touched Mo Beicheng's cheek. Mo Beicheng's blood was on his fingertips: "Don't cry..."

"I won't cry," Mo Beicheng lowered his head.

The doctors rushed over quickly. They pushed Mo Beicheng away and performed various examinations on Wen Mingyuan.

A nurse kindly reminded Mo Beicheng to treat the wound, but Mo Beicheng didn't respond at all, just stood aside and looked at Wen Mingyuan.

Look at the person nodding or shaking his head to answer the doctor's questions.

"The danger of life is out of the way for the time being. When the chandelier fell, he was very smart to avoid the vital position, but he has broken a few ribs, and we need to put steel plates on," the doctor seriously explained Wen Mingyuan's follow-up treatment, Mo Nanxuan Remember carefully.

The doctors and nurses who came for the examination came to a conclusion and left.

On the other hand, Mo Beicheng knelt in front of Wen Mingyuan's bed, put his head by his hand, and Wen Mingyuan's fingertips rubbed against his face, which was a small connection between the two.

Neither of them said anything.

It seems that everything has been said.

Outside the window, the night before dawn is the thickest, most terrifying, and most silent, too dark to see a little light.

But soon, as long as you get through this period, you will see the twilight of dawn.

The author says:

Wen Mingyuan was rescued!