you are my baby [rebirth]

In the first half of Lu Xiye's sentence, there was still a sporadic smile, but the second half of the sentence sank somewhat unbearably.

There was a moment of silence on the phone, and Lin Jun even lowered his voice, calling him: "Lu Xiye?"

"En." Lu Xiye responded.

Lin Jun called again: "Lu Xiye?"

"It's me." Lu Xiye couldn't help laughing: "It's also what you think."

"Then I'm a little curious," Lin Jun finally digested the news: "What kind of person is it that makes us Lu Shao so worried about gains and losses? Male or female?"

"Boy, he is a very good person." Lu Xiye said.

He added, "I'm afraid I won't be good enough."

Fear of not being good enough is not necessarily true, but fear of scaring people away is not.

This feeling has been suppressed for too long, and it has long been integrated with his flesh and blood, but for Jiang Suifeng, this is not the case.

He doesn't even know him.

Therefore, no matter how eager and eager he is in his heart, he must be more restrained and forbearing on the outside.

He couldn't take another loss.

Even if he never had it.

Most people would be surprised to hear what he said, but Lin Jun was not.

He is a very pure person, and he treats his feelings more seriously and sincerely.

Never act superior because of how superior one's own conditions are.

So he didn't say anything like "Lu Xiye, how could there be someone you don't deserve?" Instead, he thought of countermeasures for his friend very seriously.

"Among so many people who pursue you," Lin Jun asked, "is there no particularly interesting way of pursuing you that you can learn from?"

"It doesn't have any technical content." Lu Xiye subconsciously held the scarf in his palm and stroked it lightly: "It's not at all tempting."

"That's because you don't like it." Lin Jun made a very experienced gesture: "If you really like it, even if that person doesn't do anything, you will still be moved."

It's all about complaining, but he still couldn't help but recall the little tricks Fu Jiujiu made when he was chasing him before, and couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

The laughter came through the microphone, and it was very contagious.

"What's wrong?" Lu Xiye asked.

"It's nothing," Lin Jun said, "I just think Xiao Jiu is cute."

Lu Xiye: ...

"But Xiaojiu's routine is not suitable for you." Lin Jun continued: "Stalking, acting like a baby... are all children's tricks."

Lu Xiye: ...

Since his rebirth, he often went to watch Jiang Suifeng secretly, wondering if it was also a child's trick?

He pursed his lips, and heard Lin Jun's question from over there again: "Who is the person you like? Did you know each other? Did you finally put down that child from before and stop looking for it?"

After Lu Xiye came back from City H, he told Lin Jun about Jiang Suifeng as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, they never found him.

"It's still him." Lu Xiye said.

"What?" Lin Jun was taken aback.

"It's still him," Lu Xiye said, "I found him."

"How did you find him? Didn't you say that you didn't even know his face, only his eyes?" Lin Jun couldn't stop the microphone from his surprise.

"Well," Lu Xiye said with fine sand in his throat, "but even with only one pair of eyes, I still recognized him at a glance."

This is a regret that he could not let go of in his previous life until his death.

In the huge vortex of regret, he has imagined such a scene countless times:

In that year, when Qin Moyang introduced the illegitimate son of the Qin family, Qin Moyan, into the circle, he recognized him at first sight.

After all, that was the person he had been looking for for nearly five years.

But in fact, even though he was shocked at that time that his eyes were almost exactly the same as that person's, he quickly dispelled the idea that they were the same person.

Because the boy he met had a very poor life.

It was the kind of life that the illegitimate child of the Qin family would never live.

Almost everyone in the circle knew that the Qin family had to pay the illegitimate child a large sum of money every year, which had almost become a unique joke of the Qin family.

But even so, he still confirmed with Qin Moyang whether he had another name.

But Qin Moyang told him, never, he has always been called Mo Yan.

Since then, he has never thought about it again.

It would be great if he recognized him immediately at that time.

That was the possibility he had fantasized about over and over again for the rest of his life.

If he had recognized him then, wouldn't their future have been completely different?

Every time he didn't dare to think deeply, fearing that he would never wake up from being indulged in such fantasies.

He also wants to visit his grave, save him, talk to him in front of his tombstone, and send him many roses...

These fantasies, he never uttered, and could not utter.

This was the sharpest thorn in his heart for the rest of his life.

But now, he has returned to the past, back to the time when everything can be redeemed, and he can finally speak out this fantasy.

The moment I said it, I didn't feel relieved as I imagined, but it hurt to the extreme.

in case……

It would be nice if there were in this world.

The thin smoke spread little by little, and the cigarette finally burned to the end.

He skillfully raised his hand, and extinguished the spark in his fingertips.

In the pain that was not very clear in body and mind, he heard Lin Jun say: "Send flowers, both boys and girls like flowers, Xiao Jiu likes sunflowers."

When Jiang Ying woke up in the morning, Jiang Suifeng had already cooked the noodles.

Stir-fried tomatoes into a sauce as a base, put green vegetables, and laid two poached eggs.

When the mother and son were eating noodles at the simple desk, Jiang Ying suddenly thought of Qin Moxun.

Back then, her due date was originally on 11.22, which was nearly a month behind Gu Qingrong's.

But in order to send Qin Moxun into the Qin family, she had to undergo a cesarean section in advance when Gu Qingrong gave birth.

Her child was forced to be born early, but she couldn't even cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him...

Her eye circles turned red, and she looked up to see Jiang Suifeng's red and swollen cheeks.

He is eating noodles with his eyes downcast, his eyelashes are very long, and the shadow hits the high bridge of his nose. Looking from the side, he looks especially like Gu Qingrong.

An uncontrollable disgust rose in her heart, but she still stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to caress that red and swollen cheek.

Before the fingertips touched it, Jiang Suifeng quietly avoided it as if he had sensed something.

Jiang Ying's tears fell down, no matter when, as long as she shed tears, the child would be soft-hearted and compromise.

In the past 18 years, she has been tried and tested.

Tears and his reliance on family affection are the magic weapon for her to hold him in the palm of her hand and make him flat and round as she likes.

"Mom shouldn't beat you." Her tears fell into the noodle bowl: "But Mom was terrified at the time. Mom only has you. If something happens to you again, Mom doesn't know how to live."

"It's okay." Jiang Suifeng finally raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, with a comforting smile: "Mom, don't worry, if Qin Moxun dares to trouble me again, I promise to break one of his legs and find two Once, break two."

In her previous life, she used the relationship between mother and child to manipulate him, so now, he also uses the relationship between mother and child to return her.

Sure enough, Jiang Ying's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hand holding the chopsticks tightened as if cramped.

In the last life, he fulfilled his final obligation to her, and there should be no connection between them.

In this life, he doesn't want to accommodate her, or anyone else.

Jiang Suifeng lowered his head and drank the noodle soup, got up and picked up his schoolbag: "Mom, I'm going to school, put the bowl there after you finish eating, I'll come back and wash it."

Before Jiang Ying could react, Jiang Suifeng had already walked up the narrow stairs in the basement.

"By the way," he stopped after walking two steps, "How long will you be staying this time?"

"Oh," Jiang Ying came to her senses, "I'll be leaving in a while. It's very busy over there. I miss you so much that I asked my boss for a day off."

Jiang Suifeng nodded, and said after a while: "Why don't you go, I will earn a little more, and our mother and child won't have to be separated anymore."

"How can I do that?" Jiang Ying said hastily: "You will study or get married in the future. You don't need any money. Mom has to save some money for you."

Jiang Suifeng smiled, lowered his head, and hummed lightly.

This night, when Jiang Suifeng appeared at the bar again, he had a dandelion tattoo on his usually indifferent face.

The flying dandelion seeds, like small umbrellas, are placed at the end of his eyes, haloing ethereal beauty under the stage lights.

He could feel a lot of eyes on him.

But slowly, other lines of sight were blocked by the hottest one.

It seemed that there was only one gaze left in the audience, which was tightly glued to him, causing an unusual heat to flow from his back.

When he returned to the backstage lounge, he rarely rolled up his cuffs a few folds, revealing a section of his thin white wrist.

There are light brown spots on the wrists, which are the scars caused by the splashing of hot oil in the cauldron when he first started making the breakfast stall.

After a long time, those scars have long since disappeared, but they remain permanently on the wrist and even the upper forearm.

He was used to seeing it a long time ago, and he didn't care too much. He just lowered his head and tapped a cigarette between his lips, but forgot to light it.

Holding the drumstick in one hand, he wiped it subconsciously over and over again.

I don't know how many times I wiped it, my eyes suddenly brightened.

A ray of fire suddenly ignited in front of him, held by a beautiful hand, and approached his lips a little bit.

He didn't look up, just took a puff at the approaching flame, watching the bright sparks emerging from the cigarette butt, like small unexploded fireworks.

The flame died down, and the hand was withdrawn.

He raised his eyes and met Lu Xiye's gaze.

Lu Xiye was looking at him, his eyes were soft and focused, not aggressive.

It was completely different from what he felt on stage.

He looked first at his wrist, then at his tattooed side cheek.

The pain there is no longer there, but there is still a faint sense of swelling.

"It's beautiful." He said, his voice was low, and his eyes were not as soft as they were at first, and became darker.

After a while, he asked again, "Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Suifeng's fingers tightened suddenly.

He didn't know where he was asking, but instinctively pulled down his sleeves.

Lu Xiye didn't give chase, he was still standing there, looking down at him, looking calm and unrestrained.

"Sorry to offend you yesterday," he said after a moment of silence, "Shall we have a meal together?"

The offense he said should be about wearing a scarf for him.

That was his own problem, no offense.

He raised his eyes to reject him, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a voice from the door.

"Go ahead," Lin Fang walked in and said to him, "This little friend is worth making friends with."

Jiang Suifeng glanced at Lin Fang in surprise. There are not many people who can make Lin Fang give such a high evaluation.

The smoke between his fingers was about to burn out, and his eyes only moved up slightly, before Lu Xiye stretched out his hand and squeezed it, and pressed it out in the ashtray.

His movements were so natural that he had the illusion that he was always staring at the cigarette butt in his hand.

Jiang Suifeng blinked, and looked at his empty fingers in astonishment.

Lu Xiye seemed to think he was cute, or maybe he thought he was stupid, and a soft smile could not be restrained from his eyes.

"Go." He said again, his voice was very soft, as if he was coaxing a child.

Not only has the authority of the parents, it is undeniable, but also full of patience and pampering.

Jiang Suifeng had never heard Lu Xiye speak in such a tone, nor could he imagine that someone like him would have such a tone.

The sound was like a feather scratching the pinna, tickling.

In a daze, the best time to refuse has passed.