you are my baby [rebirth]

Today's scene is very heavy, the whole crew is busy, this is a rain scene, Jiang Suifeng walked in the rain again and again holding an umbrella.

Nearly a third of the movie has been shot, and many important scenes have already been filmed. In comparison, today's scenes are pretty routine.

It was another rainy night, Tao Huai braved the wind and rain and entered the door.

Fang Tang's mother, Tang Nian, just came out of Fang Tang's bedroom, with a sad expression on her face, her eyes slowly lit up when she saw his figure.

Tao Huai put the dripping umbrella in the corner, and greeted him with wet and cold steam: "Auntie, how is Tangtang today?"

"Still not eating." Tang Nian wiped his eyes: "What should I do if it's more serious this time?"

Tao Huai held the schoolbag in his hand: "I'll go and see her."

"Hey," Tang Nian responded, "Auntie is going to heat up the meal, you will accompany her to eat some later."

After Fang Tang fell ill, her will to survive was very weak for a time, coupled with the extremely strong self-esteem of young people, she was very afraid that her relatives and friends around her would cast pitiful and sympathetic eyes upon knowing that she was ill.

This is why Fang's family moved quickly and kept Fang Tang's illness a secret.

Originally, this decision was not easy, but I didn't expect to meet Tao Huai here.

This boy who was the same age as his daughter didn't know what kind of magical power was in him. He not only quickly ignited Fang Tang's will to survive, but also changed her attitude of fear and avoidance in the face of the disease.

No matter what he said, Fang Tang would be willing to listen as long as he said it.

Even if Tang Nian couldn't solve the problem, if he just asked Tao Huai for help, he could always solve it quickly.

He has become the backbone of Fang Tang and even Tang Nian, seeing him makes people feel at ease.

Before that, Tang Nian never thought that he would rely on a young man.

Fang Tang was lying on the bed, when he saw him coming in, he propped himself up.

"Still can't eat?" Tao Huai asked, and glanced at the small bowl on the bedside table, which contained a sea cucumber steamed egg.

This was the third day after Fang Tang's fourth chemotherapy, and within a week after each chemotherapy, she vomited faintly, her body was sore and weak, and she could only lie on the bed and suffer slowly.

"It's too fishy." Fang Tang said.

The first four treatments used red syrup, which was kind to the hair, so Fang Tang's jet-black hair almost didn't fall out.

But it is not so friendly to the stomach and heart, so she will not be able to eat, vomit easily, and even feel uncomfortable when she smells oily smoke.

But these hardships are worth it, because the effect of chemotherapy is also obvious.

The examination before the fourth chemotherapy showed that half of the lump in Fang Tang's chest had been knocked down by chemotherapy drugs, and it was obviously smaller.

"Next time I change the medicine, I won't vomit." Tao Huai put his hand on the wall of the bowl to test the temperature, and it was still hot.

He took out a bag of Huamei from his schoolbag, picked up the bowl again, filled a spoonful with a spoon and put it near Fang Tang's lips: "Come on, eat a little, if you really can't eat, you can hold your breath, just swallow it Just go down."

Fang Tang pursed his lips even tighter, looking at him pitifully.

"Come on, let's eat." Tao Huai coaxed him patiently: "If you don't eat, your white blood cells won't go up, and if you get white blood injections, it will be even more uncomfortable. Come on, let's persevere."

Seemingly terrified of Shengbaizhen, Fang Tang finally opened his mouth, frowned and ate a spoonful of sea cucumber eggs.

"During this chemotherapy, the sister in the next bed got sick, and her husband wanted to divorce her," Fang Tang said, "Why do you still like me?"

"I got sick once and saw a person clearly." Tao Huai handed the second spoon to Fang Tang's lips: "Then this illness is not in vain."

The two chatted one sentence at a time, and Fang Tang finished the food in the bowl.

When Tang Nian came in with the food, Fang Tang had a bag bulging in his mouth, which contained a plum and sucked it slowly, unwilling to finish it all at once.

After being ill, she has to pay a lot of attention to her diet. She can no longer eat snacks as unscrupulously as before, and a plum also looks precious.

"Don't leave tonight," Fang Tang tugged at Tao Huai's sleeve, "stay at my house."

From the appointment of the doctor in charge, to the specific typing and immunohistochemistry of the puncture, to the final decision of the plan, and a 21-day course of chemotherapy, it has been more than two months since Fang Tang officially entered the treatment period. The guest bedroom has already been packed out by her parents.

Tao Huai's uncle was not at home, and his aunt didn't care much about him, so it didn't matter if he stayed out overnight.

But Tao Huai still pointed to the food on the table: "Eat a little more with me, and I'll stay."

Fang Tang laughed, eyebrows curved, and said happily: "Yes, I will eat."

It was the evening after the filming of the film, and the sunset glow reflected half of the sky red, adding a touch of rare temperature to the cold winter day.

Jiang Suifeng returned to the nanny's car to read a book, waiting for dinner and the evening shoot.

When the car door was knocked, Jiang Huang was making coffee in the small kitchen. She put down the things in her hands and went to open the door.

Wen An was standing in front of the car door, holding a piece of cake in her hand, and asked with a smile, "Is brother Xiao Jiang there?"

Hearing this, Jiang Suifeng put down his books and stood up. Jiang Huang had already moved out of the way for Wen An to get into the car.

"My mother just made some cakes for me today. They are delicious," she said, and sent them forward: "Try it."

Jiang Suifeng took it and thanked him politely with a smile.

At this time, the phone on the armrest of the seat rang, Jiang Huang walked over first, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

She raised her hand at Jiang Suifeng. Jiang Suifeng took a look and thought it was an advertisement, and said to her, "You take it."

Jiang Huang picked it up, but his face turned pale after a while: "Xiao Jiang, something happened to your mother!"

Jiang Suifeng froze for a moment, then picked up the phone.

The person on the other side spoke very fast, but the meaning was clear. He listened quietly, his face calming down a little bit.

Jiang Ying committed suicide!

"What's the matter?" Seeing that his expression was not good, Wen An asked hastily.

Jiang Suifeng turned around and pulled up his cotton padded jacket: "My mother has something happened and she's in the hospital. I have to go down."

"Then hurry up," Wen An said hastily, "I'll help you talk to the director."

"Thank you." Jiang Suifeng thanked him, stepped out of the car with long legs, and walked out quickly.

He took a taxi and went straight to the hospital.

In the corridors of the hospital there was the smell of disinfectant, and the figures of nurses in white were busy coming and going.

Jiang Ying lived in a double room, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, her face was haggard, and she really looked like she had been through many vicissitudes.

On her right wrist, where the white gauze was wrapped, it is said that several incisions were made.

"Fortunately, it's not deep," the nurse said, "Is there anything you can't think about? The family members can persuade you."

"Thank you." Jiang Suifeng thanked in a low voice.

Naturally, Jiang Ying would not commit suicide. This was just an upgraded version of her usual methods. How could she be willing to die?

Jiang Suifeng sat on the escort chair, watching Jiang Ying's face quietly.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Jiang Ying to open her eyes. Her eyes turned around and finally settled on Jiang Suifeng's face.

After a while, she turned her face away again, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, leaving two wet marks on her face.

"Why are you here?" She said, "You might as well let me die!"

"Why?" Jiang Suifeng asked, "You committed suicide because I entered the entertainment industry?"

"Why? Don't you know why?" Jiang Ying asked back: "How many times have I told you since I was a child, why don't you remember anything now?"

"It's not that I don't remember," Jiang Suifeng said slowly, "It's just that when I grow up, I don't think your words are so reasonable."

There was a fruit basket by the bed, Jiang Suifeng borrowed a fruit knife from the bed next door, and sat there looking down to peel the fruit.

His expression was calm and indifferent, completely without the sense of flustered and guilty tension before.

Jiang Ying looked at him sideways, and was shocked by the look on his face.

If she had felt something different before, but now she really felt that this child had completely escaped her control.

There were many people visiting on the bed next door, and their voices covered up the movement here.

After a while, the nurse came in, and the patient in the next bed went for an examination accompanied by his relatives.

There were only the two of them left in the ward.

Jiang Suifeng didn't wait for Jiang Ying to speak, so he continued on his own: "I remember everything you told me since I was a child. It is obvious that he is sorry for you, so why should we avoid it?"

"Mother……"

"'Mom doesn't want to lose you." Jiang Suifeng interrupted her, and said slowly: "I've heard these words numb, you won't lose me when the Qin family finds you back, so you will really lose me. "

"Do you know why?" He handed the peeled apple to Jiang Ying, but Jiang Ying didn't answer it, her eyes were fixed on his face, as if she was afraid of missing any of his expressions.

"Because I'm going crazy." Jiang Suifeng's eyes were cold, with an unusual smile.

He put the peeled fruit on the bedside cabinet, and twisted the fruit knife between his fingers, like turning a drumstick.

The sharp blade cut the seam between his index finger and middle finger, and a little blood flowed out.

He didn't care, and reached out to shake Jiang Ying's injured hand.

Jiang Ying suddenly felt some fear in her heart, and wanted to pull her hand away, but Jiang Suifeng's strength was obviously much stronger than hers.

Jiang Suifeng tilted his head, and his thin white fingers pressed tightly against Jiang Ying's skin, feeling cold to the touch.

He lowered his eyes, smiled slightly, put the sharp blade on the gauze of her wrist and scratched it twice, and asked seriously: "Do you really want to die?"

The gaze from under the eyelashes was almost bottomless, black, with a permeating madness.

Jiang Ying's heartbeat almost stopped, and she was afraid that if he exerted force, he would cut off the arteries in her wrist.

"It's okay, Mom, tell me the truth, if you really want to die," Jiang Suifeng fixed his eyes on her face, and leaned forward slightly: "I love you so much, I just die with you, That way, you'll never lose me."

The blade moved lightly, and the blood from Jiang Suifeng's fingers flowed down, staining the white gauze red, as if Jiang Ying's artery had really been severed.

Great fear seized Jiang Ying's heart. She wanted to scream and break free, but she seemed to be stuck in her throat and couldn't utter a word.

Her hand trembled in Jiang Suifeng's palm, and her voice trembled too: "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy yet," Jiang Suifeng denied, "I just think that since I can't live arbitrarily, I might as well die happily."

He spoke slowly, with a little smile on the corners of his mouth and eyebrows: "However, whoever forces me to do so must be buried with him."

"Qin Moxun, Qin Moyang, Qin Shibie," he said slowly, "all of them can't escape."

Jiang Ying opened her mouth and didn't dare to move. Jiang Suifeng asked again: "Mom, let me ask you, do you really want to die?"

The fruit knife was finally taken back, and Jiang Ying managed to let out a breath, but saw Jiang Suifeng swipe the sharp blade in her palm again, and blood overflowed instantly.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, but his smile became more obvious, as if he was very satisfied: "It's really sharp."

It seems that if Jiang Ying only needs to say the word "want to die", he can use this fruit knife to send her on the road without hesitation in the next second.

Not only that, Qin Moxun couldn't run away either.

Qin Moxun...

Jiang Ying was full of fear and fear in her heart, and she didn't know what kind of thing she had raised.

"Mom doesn't want to die," she really cried this time, her lips quivered and her face was ashen, she didn't even notice the tears: "Mom was just confused for a while."

Jiang Suifeng nodded, closed the fruit knife with a snap, and threw it on the bedside table.

He picked up the peeled fruit again and handed it to Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying took it numbly, and numbly put it on her lips and took a bite.

Jiang Suifeng seemed very satisfied with her reaction, and smiled slightly with narrowed eyes, asking, "Is it sweet?"

Jiang Ying couldn't answer because she couldn't taste it at all, so she said in a low voice, "Sweet, sweet."

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a person came in, with hurried steps, Jiang Suifeng raised his eyes inadvertently, and happened to meet Lu Xiye's eyes.

A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he put down his injured hand.

Jiang Ying made a special scene, notifying Jiang Suifeng and Lu Xiye.

But Jiang Suifeng was closer, so he arrived quickly, while Lu Xiye was farther away, so he arrived slower.

Lu Xiye walked in hurriedly, and exchanged a glance with Jiang Suifeng.

Neither of them spoke, but the expression on Jiang Suifeng's face became colder, and his brows frowned slightly.

Standing on the other side of the hospital bed, Lu Xiye bent down slightly, and asked Jiang Ying warmly, "You came to me, do you have anything to say?"

"I..." Jiang Ying glanced at Jiang Suifeng with some fear, and saw Jiang Suifeng looking at her expressionlessly.

But Lu Xiye came here, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity. After struggling for a moment, she still suppressed her fear: "You have always abandoned my son..."

Her original plan was to use this to blackmail Lu Xiye, and let him find a way to get Jiang Suifeng out of the entertainment industry. After all, Lu's family has a big business, and they are most afraid of losing their reputation.

As long as she makes a fuss, there is a chance of success.

But before she finished speaking, Lu Xiye's eyes widened in doubt.

After a while, as if he couldn't help it, he smiled softly: "What are you talking about? Who has always abandoned whom?"

He asked Jiang Ying, but turned his eyes to Jiang Suifeng's face.

Jiang Suifeng's complexion was not very good-looking, the corners of his lips were tightly pursed, his eyebrows were lowered, and his eyelashes covered the lower eyelids, trembling slightly under his gaze.

Lu Xiye wasn't sure what he had said to Jiang Ying, but judging from the reactions of the two of them now, they must have said something.

Fortunately, his reaction was quick, and he took it abruptly.

Jiang Ying was even more puzzled by his reaction. The blows came one after another, which made her brain a little bit overwhelmed, and her head started to ache.

"I said," Jiang Ying continued, "you have always abandoned my son."

This time Lu Xiye really laughed out loud, he slowly straightened up and walked to Jiang Suifeng's side.

Under Jiang Ying's surprised gaze, he pressed his palm on Jiang Suifeng's shoulder, and then said to her word by word: "Auntie, I think you made a mistake."

Jiang Suifeng's side cheeks were snow-white, the lines of his face were extremely tight due to tension, and a tuft of eyelashes drooped, and he never intervened in their conversation.

As if he was a sculpture, what happened on the scene had nothing to do with him.

"I think you probably made a mistake," Lu Xiye said slowly, "Actually, it was your son who abandoned me all the time. I was just thinking about how to recover from him."

"Auntie," he said again, with an irresistible and persuasive tone: "Or you should persuade him, if he can change his mind, I am willing to marry him in place."