you are my baby [rebirth]

After getting off the stage, Jiang Suifeng entered the lounge, bent down and took out his gloves.

Just as he was going to pick up his backpack and coat, a waiter came over and told him that Jiang Shishi asked him to come over.

Jiang Suifeng responded casually, put the gloves on the corner of the table, turned and walked upstairs.

He only wore a black hooded sweater, with a particularly white face, black hair and black eyes, and a very cold demeanor.

Many people looked sideways at him, but not many dared to strike up a conversation.

He walked all the way thinking about Sun Weiming and the Qin family, so that when he opened the door, he thought he was dazzled.

There were two people sitting in Jiang Shishi's office, and the two were talking with each other. When they saw him, they fell silent by coincidence.

Jiang Suifeng was stunned for a moment, and then his brain buzzed, and the skin on his face became numb, which was the feeling of blood loss in an instant.

He adjusted his expression very quickly, and walked slowly step by step.

Jiang Shishi clearly felt the change in the atmosphere.

He smiled and didn't care much, after all, Jiang Suifeng was indeed too outstanding, and there were not many people who could meet him for the first time without being amazed.

He smiled and introduced to the two people beside him: "This is our drummer, named Jiang Suifeng."

Jiang Suifeng's face became paler, his eyes were piercingly black, and he slowly lowered his head amid Jiang Shishi's introduction.

"Jiang Suifeng?" Qin Moyang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and then asked: "I have the same name as a friend of mine, sorry, can I ask where you are from?"

"People from this city." Jiang Suifeng said.

"Looking at your age, are you still studying?" Qin Moyang asked again.

While Qin Moyang was asking questions, Wei Chengbai was also looking at him thoughtfully.

The face of the child on the opposite side was extremely pale, and his eyes were extremely black, dark and cold, as if covered with a thin layer of ice or water.

These should be a pair of affectionate eyes, he thought inappropriately, unable to move his eyes away.

His lips were pale, and his expression was a little wary, as if he felt his gaze, and lowered his head even lower.

Those beautifully shaped lips opened and closed gently: "Yes, I'm still reading."

"Why do you come here to work?" Qin Moyang hesitated and asked again: "Is it because I want to experience life, or because of family needs."

"Family needs," Jiang Suifeng finally raised his eyes, and said very directly: "My family is short of money."

Qin Moyang was embarrassed for a moment.

If he was short of money, he wouldn't be the Jiang Suifeng he was looking for, he thought, after all, there are so many people named Jiang Suifeng.

The child continued to ask again, with a cold tone: "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"Cough," Qin Moyang coughed lightly. Just as he was about to apologize, Jiang Shisi called out with a smile, "Xiao Jiang."

Qin Moyang stopped and looked at Wei Chengbai next to him, and Wei Chengbai patted him on the shoulder understandingly.

"Yesterday was your birthday, and I wasn't here," Jiang Shishi said again, took out a red envelope from the drawer, and pushed it towards Jiang Suifeng: "Make it up today."

Jiang Suifeng took it with his head down, and thanked Jiang Shishi: "Thank you."

Then he said, "If it's okay, I'll get off work first."

"Go." Jiang Shishi said: "Be careful on the road."

At this time, Wei Chengbai stood up, and asked him politely and gently: "Is it convenient to exchange contact information?"

Jiang Suifeng didn't speak, just shook his head, then turned and walked towards the door.

The gaze behind him made his back ache, and when the lights flickered, he hid in the stairwell.

The tightly clenched fingers finally loosened slowly, and there was a slight crackling sound from the joints.

He lowered his head, took a deep breath, and then quickly walked downstairs, walking outside in a panic like a deserter.

It wasn't until he was rushed by the cold air outside that he noticed that he went out without wearing a coat, but he didn't have the courage to go back again.

He didn't know how he got into the car, his hands and feet were numb and painful like needle pricks.

He is a person who is very afraid of the cold.

The bumping of the vehicle made his stomach twitch and his tendons ached.

He reached out to touch his sugar bowl, only to realize that he didn't even bring a bag, the only thing he had on him was a mobile phone and the red envelope given by Jiang Shisi.

The dazzling red is like the large swaths of blood that bloomed under Qin Moyang's body in the previous life.

His stomach hurt more and more, his whole body was cold, but his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

In a daze, he remembered that his gloves were still on the table, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Lin Fang.

The car stopped suddenly, the driver cursed something in a low voice, and wobbled forward again.

His forehead hit the car window. It didn't hurt very much, so he didn't move. Instead, he pressed his forehead against the window and raised the phone to his ear.

The bell rang for a moment before it was connected.

When he spoke, his voice was distorted with pain, and he was shivering with cold: "Master, please help me see if the gloves are on the table, and put them away for me."

"What gloves?" A deep male voice came from the opposite side: "The pair I gave you?"

Jiang Suifeng's heart skipped a beat, his numb fingers could barely hold the phone, and the other party said, "Jiang Suifeng, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Suifeng kept his voice steady: "I'm sorry, I made a typo."

"What's wrong with your voice?" Lu Xiye asked again, "Where are you now?"

"It's okay, I just drank a few more glasses." He thought of a very reasonable explanation, and said, "I'll be home soon, just take a nap."

Lu Xiye was quiet for a while, and Jiang Suifeng hung up the phone.

The basement was always gloomy and cold, so he boiled a pot of hot water for himself, and fished out the medicine box from under the bed.

There was still some common cold medicine in the medicine cabinet, but the stomach medicine bottle was empty.

He shook reluctantly, pursed his lips and threw the empty bottle aside, then lay down wrapped in a quilt.

His stomach was not very good, and he was wandering and bumpy when he was young. He began to live alone when he was eleven or twelve years old.

The pain was lingering one after another, and the cold was like a shadow. The quilt wrapped her body, but it couldn't bring the slightest warmth.

When sick, people are probably always fragile, and he suddenly began to miss Qin Moyang.

If only we could meet tonight...

However, if they recognize each other tonight, Qin Moyang may still not be able to escape that disaster.

At that time, the doctor said that because of the brain hemorrhage, he may wake up in the future, or he may never wake up again.

In his last life, he was very lucky and woke up a few years later. If he did it again, would he still be so lucky?

He didn't dare to think, let alone take risks.

He remembered that before, Qin Moyang had promised him that he would take him to the playground, play many things he had never played before, and that he would take him to eat a lot of delicious food...

He couldn't help laughing, and regretted not looking at him more today.

In the daze, his phone rang. He was afraid of the cold, so he refused to stretch out his hand. He let the ring ring for a long time, but he didn't answer it.

But the ringing stopped and rang again and again... as if it would never stop if he didn't answer it.

He stretched out his hand, held the phone and gave a soft feed.

He didn't know how weak his voice was. He was so weak that the phone fell silent for a moment before slowly asking, "Jiang Suifeng, what's the number and zero of your house?"

Lu Xiye was standing downstairs holding the phone. He asked Lin Fang for Jiang Suifeng's building number, but Lin Fang kept silent about the room number no matter what.

The wind was so strong that his voice was blurred.

The person on the other side didn't speak for a long time, and Jiang Suifeng's voice came over after a while, and it sounded better: "I'm asleep, what's the matter?"

Lu Xiye looked up, not knowing which room Jiang Suifeng lived in: "Tell me your room number."

The other side was silent again, and Lu Xiye continued, "You don't have to say anything, I'll knock on doors from door to door."

"Then you go and knock." Jiang Suifeng said, then hung up the phone.

But when he was young, he heard a knock on the door upstairs.

The people upstairs started commotion, they probably didn't open the door, they were just talking through the door, he heard Lu Xiye's voice vaguely: "I'm looking for Jiang Suifeng."

Then there was another house, accompanied by the sound of iron doors opening and closing and cursing, the sound of Lu Xiye's footsteps gradually went up.

Jiang Suifeng held the phone tightly, feeling that the phone was about to be crushed by himself.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally dialed the phone.

Lu Xiye got connected quickly, and Jiang Suifeng's voice came from the phone: "Come down."

Lu Xiye was standing at the door of a house on the third floor, when he heard this, he lowered the hand he had just raised.

He walked down step by step along the way he came, until he reached the first floor, only to find that there was still a narrow staircase leading to the ground.

The old-fashioned building, the stairs are dark and old, if there is not a ray of light from below, in this lonely winter night, people almost think that this is the entrance to hell.

Lu Xiye's breathing almost stopped, and his fingers holding the metal stair railing were so tight that it hurt.

He walked down step by step, pushed open the door, behind which stood Jiang Suifeng.

The cold, perennially dark basement, the narrow space, after he entered, the two boys with long hands and long legs looked crowded together.

Jiang Suifeng was wearing a nightgown and looked at him with a pale face. He said, "Why are you like this? You don't even leave any dignity to others."

Lu Xiye's eyes were hot, his lips moved, and he reached out to hold his shoulder.

There was no heat on his shoulders, and he was trembling slightly.

He opened his coat, wrapped the person into his arms, and asked after a while: "What's wrong with you, Jiang Suifeng, are you feeling well?"

Jiang Suifeng pressed his forehead against his shoulder, and finally felt the heat come over, he said, "My stomach hurts."

"Have you taken your medicine?" Lu Xiye asked, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need," Jiang Suifeng shook his head, "It's almost over."

"How can this be?" Lu Xiye's voice became louder, and he immediately called his assistant.

Jiang Suifeng heard him explain on the phone that in addition to medicines and heating equipment.

He shook Lu Xiye's wrist and stopped him: "The wires here are too old. I've used them before, and they don't work at all."

"Go to sleep first." Lu Xiye put him on the bed, Jiang Suifeng closed his eyes, his face was translucently white, as if he didn't have the energy to talk to him at all.

Lu Xiye opened his closet, there were not many clothes in it, but the padded jacket he gave, and the few clothes He Jiang Suifeng wore from his house were folded neatly inside.

He flipped down, but found nothing. When he saw two bottles of mineral water on the desk, he poured the water out and filled it with hot water.

One was placed at Jiang Suifeng's feet, the other was wrapped in a towel and placed in his arms.

Not long after finishing, his assistant's call came.

Lucino opened the door and went out, and came back after a while, and he fed the pills into his mouth.

Jiang Suifeng's lips were a little cold, but they were soft, and when the medicine was in it, he sucked his fingertips moistly.

Lu Xiye's fingers seemed to have been electrocuted, and they curled up suddenly, then looked down at him with great concentration, watching his Adam's apple slide up and down, and swallowed the medicine.

Then I filled a few hot water bags bought by the assistant with hot water and put them under the quilt.

Jiang Suifeng took the medicine, and his complexion improved a little. He didn't know whether he had passed it or the medicine had worked.

He said: "I'm fine, you go back."

He stretched out his hand again, let Lu Xiye hold it, and said, "Hands are hot too."

Lu Xiye reached out and touched his back, but there was still a slight coolness.

He sighed, took off his coat, and wanted to hug him into his arms: "I'll keep you warm."

Jiang Suifeng tried to break free, but was hooked back again. During the struggle, the front of his pajamas opened, revealing a trace of white flesh and bony collarbone.

Lu Xiye hugged him tightly, and tucked his collar tightly.

Jiang Suifeng stopped moving, pursed his lips, seemed to be tired, and kept bumping his upper and lower eyelashes.

The beds are small and they are very close together.

He lay on Lu Xiye's chest, and fell asleep in the breath that he was not very familiar with, but Xiao had thought about it for a long time.

Lu Xiye looked at him and kissed his brow lightly. From this point of view, he was neither cold nor hard.

The lips returned to their rosy color, the breath was soft and soft, and although the fingertips were calloused, they still felt soft to the touch.

He intertwined his fingers with his own, and pressed his forehead against his. His voice was deep and painfully hoarse.

"Let me warm you up," he said, "Qin Moyan."

Qin Moyan, Qin Moyan...

Whether it is body or life, let me warm you up.