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Night is like a goddess above the nine heavens...

She is cold! aloof! She looks down at the whole world...

The moonlight shone through the treetops into the room, and the shadows of all objects were pulled for a long time.

From this end to the invisible end...

The night wind blew the curtains and whirred, but Mo Xian'er turned a deaf ear. She hid herself in a dark corner and avoided the bright moonlight as much as possible.

She clasped against the wall, held her knees tightly with her hands, and buried her head deeply in front of her chest.

How long has it been? I can't remember it...

I only remember that summer, the same night, the same moonlight, the same wind, the difference is that now there is only her, but no him...

Gradually, it was late at night and the moon disappeared...

The night in Xiangcheng is like a girl with irregular menstruation and a boy with excessive fire, changing as soon as possible. The moonlight was spread all over the earth the moment before, the wind and clouds were changing the next moment, and lightning and thunder were roaring, and heavy rain poured down. The night is high

The cold goddess tore her hypocritical appearance and laughed at the stupid human beings to the fullest.

The heavy rain splashed in through the windows, wetting the curtains, wet the bed, wet the carpet, wet her, and wet an already dead heart.

So cold!

Very cold...

Mo Xian'er hugged her arms tightly, feeling chills all over, her head getting dizzy, and she unknowingly knew nothing.

...

Looking at the rain getting heavier outside the window, An Ziyang took a sip of beer. After so many years, he had drunk a lot of good wine. With his current achievements, there was nothing that he could not afford. But he still

My favorite is this kind of beer that can be made of three pieces per can. On that night, at that small stall, the person he respected all his life, used this beer to tell him: An Ziyang, you can do it!

Nowadays, the small stalls have become big restaurants, and the only thing that can be remembered is this kind of beer.

"Pu...pu..."

The heavy rain slapped the windows hard, giving people the illusion that the windows could be broken at any time.

"I don't know what she is doing in this weather?" He thought of doing it, so An Ziyang got up and called Mo Xian'er.

“Dou…Dou…Dou…Dou…”

Not working!

An Ziyang turned around and looked at the clock on the wall. It was already turning.

"She may have already fallen asleep, so don't worry about you here." An Ziyang smiled self-deprecatingly and then continued to drink his own beer.

An Ziyang is the king of heaven, the actor, and the idol of thousands of fans. But who knows that he is actually just a fool! The biggest fool in the world! He can't do anything when he sees his beloved woman suffering.

"hehe……"

The laughter was full of irony, as if laughing at a loser.

An Ziyang, who was already drunk, was full of the girl's bright smile. Then the picture turned around. The scene of the girl crying heart-wrenchingly at a cold corpse appeared in An Ziyang's mind.

.It can't be gone no matter how hard it is.

An Ziyang, who was upset, called Mo Xian'er again, but no one answered.

"No!" An Ziyang remembered that Mo Xian'er had recently answered a Mo Yanyun script. According to her temper, she would definitely study the script all night during this period. And this was just a matter of turning the clock, and the landline was blocked. She had a mobile phone.

Why doesn't it work?

An ominous premonition suddenly surged into my heart...

An Ziyang quickly picked up his coat and umbrella and went out.

Mo Xian'er's home is not far from his home. All living in this community are artists and company executives who are not as good as the company's top players. After all, with perfect security measures, everyone can save you from getting together.

Be more attentive.

In the storm, a small umbrella was useless at all, not to mention that An Ziyang was still running wildly. The rain had already wet his whole body, but he seemed to be unaware of it and just ran towards Mo Xian'er's house.

go.

"Smack it..."

No matter how An Ziyang slapped the door, no one responded. In the evening, An Ziyang watched Mo Xian'er go home. At this time, she could not be away from home, but now no one answered. An Ziyang's uneasiness became heavier and heavier.

It's right.

His brain turned rapidly, and An Ziyang suddenly remembered that Mo Xian'er had a habit before. She liked to put the spare keys in the room in the spider plant next to the door of the house. She used to prepare it for that man...

I reached into the spider plant and was still there.

When he opened the door, he didn't even have time to change his shoes, so An Ziyang went upstairs with a "thump" thump". He was more familiar to him than his own.

When I pushed open the door of Mo Xian'er's bedroom, heavy rain penetrated the window, and the window swayed randomly in the wind, while Mo Xian'er was curled up in a corner, motionless.

An Ziyang quickly closed the window, stepped forward and pushed Mo Xian'er, but there was no response. He wiped her forehead again, it was so hot!

"high fever!"

...

No matter where you are, you will always feel uncomfortable working night shifts. Think about how others are sleeping in the warm bed, but you are drinking the northwest wind here. Can this be fun?

Especially in the hospital, don’t forget that there is a morgue, maybe it’s really...

Sakura and Ami chatted at the front desk when they were free, so as to relieve the depressed atmosphere in the hospital.

"Xiaomei, Mo Xian'er is finally going to make a movie again."

"Yes, I've been waiting for more than a year. I heard that this time it's still a movie by the big director Mo Yanyun." Xiaomei sighed and continued, "I don't know if Xian'er can return to her previous state yet.

, You have to know that what happened a year ago had hit him too hard."

"No, no matter who got married, her boyfriend died in a car accident before he got married, not to mention that Mo Xian'er and her boyfriend are still so loving, a typical golden boy and jade girl!"

"What a golden boy and jade girl?" Xiaomei said dissatisfiedly: "I think our Ziyang and Xian'er are the best pair."

"I didn't have a chance before, but now I may..."

Just as the two gossip souls were burning wildly, a loud noise suddenly came from outside the door, and then the sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground frantically began. The two rushed out of the door and saw the hospital's newly changed gate lying in the rain.

He moaned in pain, and a woman's car that had just left the Porsche was parked at the door.

Before the two of them could react, a man in the car was rushing over with a woman in his arms, running and shouting, "Doctor...Help! Where is the doctor?"

When Sakura and Ami were about to scold him, they suddenly found that this person was An Ziyang in the topic of the two, and the woman with disheveled hair in his arms was Mo Xian'er.

At this time, An Ziyang had already skipped the two and rushed into the hospital.

Sakura and Ami reacted, one stopped the security guard chasing him, and the other quickly contacted the hospital leader.

...

The rain is still falling and the wind is still blowing. Ye is still laughing at the stupid people under the sky with all their heart.

An Ziyang's roaring voice spread throughout every part of the hospital, and everyone could feel the anxiety in his heart.

Sakura and Ami will never forget the moment when An Ziyang came out of the car.

The eyes were red and the face was full of anxiety. In the cold night, the only warm coat was wrapped around Mo Xian'er, hugged her tightly in her arms, bent her body, so that the rain would not be wet on her as much as possible.

At this time, An Ziyang, wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, could no longer find any place to hurry up on his body.

...

After a night of baptism by rain, the hypocritical and cold bitch, Ye finally got back to his nest obediently, waiting for the next counterattack. However, it was known that its so-called counterattack was just a trace of sunshine.

Pity, poor man...

The warm sunlight awakened everyone's nerves. Mo Xian'er opened her eyes quietly and opened her mouth. Before she could speak, a cup of warm boiled water was handed over, and a voice sounded: "Don't talk,

Drink some water, you don’t know that your high fever reached forty degrees last night. The doctor said that you had burned your respiratory system and you should talk less and cultivate well in the next month. I really don’t know what you did. You are so big, so at night

I didn't close the windows when I was sleeping."

An Ziyang's nagging words about what happened last night was like. He knew that Mo Xian'er was unwilling to mention it, so he naturally wouldn't mention it. In fact, what Mo Xian'er didn't know was that An Ziyang also had a fever last night, thirty-nine degrees

But he was still by Mo Xian'er's side all night, never leaving him, and only drank two pills. Until now, his forehead was still hot, but his health was good and he could hold on.

Hearing An Ziyang's words, Mo Xian'er didn't say anything, but just looked at him quietly and drank water quietly.

Quiet as if everything should be like this, Quiet as if nothing happened last night, Quiet as if nothing happened! Quiet as beautiful! (To be continued...)