Yesterday was like Death

I know I'm dreaming, but I can't wake up.

In the cold-colored ward, Gu Yuanli was missing, and I brought the young Gu Ni to see my mother for the last time.

My mother opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, as if she was trying to see something, but she couldn't see it anyway.

She is so thin, only a thin layer of skin is left on the bones, and her cheeks and eyes are sunken.

She raised her hand slowly, and as soon as I grasped it, I didn't dare to use force, for fear that if I exerted a little force, that fragile bone would be broken by me.

She was so angry that she spoke like she was dreaming: "Gu Tang...don't fall in love with the wrong person...Loving the wrong person is too painful."

She was about to die, and the last advice she gave me before she died was this.

I was out of breath from crying, and what I said was not right.

"I don't love anyone, I only love you and my sister."

She was still saying: "Gu Tang, don't love the wrong person..."

This seems to have become her obsession. All her hatred and resentment towards the world come from this.

I held her hand tightly, feeling more and more frightened.

"Mom, don't go, we can't live without you."

However, my persuasion did not work. Her eyelids slowly closed, as if she was extremely tired.Gu Ni burst into tears and threw herself on her.

A moment later, the ear-piercing instrument sounded, and her heart stopped beating.

The loud ringing replaced the buzzing of the instrument, filling my eardrums.

I slowly opened my eyes, and saw that Xi Zonghe who was sleeping next to me also opened his eyes.

When he saw me, he was taken aback for a moment, and then gradually frowned.

"Why... are you in my room?" He sat up with his forehead propped up, his face ugly.

The quilt piled up to his waist with his movements, exposing his muscular upper body.He looked down, and when he realized that only a pair of underwear was left on his body, his face was brilliant.

I also sat up and wiped my face: "I was afraid that you would vomit in the middle of the night, so I stayed here to take care of you."

I have reasons and evidence, and it's for him, Xi Zonghe's face is indulgent or ugly, and he didn't speak coldly to each other after all.

"Thank you." He was rather reluctant.

I smiled: "You're welcome."

I blinked at him and he looked at me.Neither of us moved, he held back for a while, and finally couldn't help it: "Can I invite you out? I have to wash up."

He even said "please", the education is really good.

"Where is your whole body that I haven't seen?" But I didn't want to give in.

He has been rejecting me thousands of miles away, even if Jiang Mu rejects him mercilessly, will he stay by my side obediently?

Sitting and waiting is not the answer after all, the only way out is to take the initiative.

He seemed to see through my little trick, and sneered: "It's up to you." He lifted the quilt and got off the ground in his underwear.

From the back, he also has a good figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, especially a pair of long legs, with undulating muscles, slender and powerful, which makes people imagine.

After all, he was dissatisfied with my rebellion, entered the bathroom, and slammed the door loudly.

I plucked my aching ears, sat on the bed for a while, and then got out of bed.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to turn on the coffee machine and make a cup of Americano for Xi Zonghe.

This has become my habit. Even if I never drink coffee, I can tell the quality of coffee beans from the aroma.

Xi Zonghe likes Western-style breakfast, but I still love porridge and side dishes.

It was halfway through eating before sitting at the dining table before Xi Zonghe slowly went downstairs.

I got up and poured him coffee, and he sat down in the dining chair, taking my service for granted.

Afterwards, apart from the soft sound of the tableware colliding with each other, we didn't have a redundant exchange.

"I have a road show tonight, so I can't cook for you. Remember to have dinner by yourself." I put down my chopsticks and said.

"Road show?" Xi Zonghe took a sip of his coffee, "How many days?"

I certainly wouldn't be so affectionate as to think he cared about me.I'm afraid he wishes I could stay there as long as possible, so that he can temporarily get rid of me as an annoying spirit.

"Just one night. It was temporarily confirmed that the other lead actor couldn't catch up. I was saving the day. I rushed over today, and I'll be there tonight." This was a movie shot last year. Less than 10 minutes.

Xi Zonghe will not interfere too much with my freedom to take pictures, and he doesn't care whether I am popular or not.I asked him to pick a script for me, and he would pick it for me, but he wouldn't give me a long talk if I didn't agree with his choice.

Whether to act or not, which one to act in is my own business.Whether the performance is good or not, what achievements are there, they are not as good as him anyway.

This movie is also the same, I want to act, even if it is a small supporting role with no role, he sees that I am determined, and let me act without even asking.

I don't know whether to say that he is too indulgent with me, or that he doesn't care at all.

After breakfast, Xi Zonghe turned his head and went into the study, while I went into the bedroom to pack my simple luggage.

Just for one night, you don’t need too many things, a small bag that can be carried on the plane is enough.

After ten o'clock, Sang Qing came to pick me up. I knocked on the door of the study and said goodbye to the people inside.

"I'm leaving, don't forget to eat yourself."

It took me a long time to reply inside: "Okay, I got it."

As soon as I got in the car, Sang Qing was shocked to see the dark circles under my eyes.

"My ancestor, did you become a thief in the middle of the night last night? How much powder do you need to cover the dark circles under your eyes?"

It's not to blame Xi Zonghe.

I unfolded my sunglasses and put them on: "Isn't that all right?"

Sang Qing stared at me speechlessly: "Fortunately, I didn't make an airport street photo shoot for you."

I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes to meditate: "I'm not Xi Zonghe, who cares what I wear? Maybe I still have to wonder what kind of pheasant I am stealing the show."

Sang Qing was so pissed off by me, hated me for not being up to date, and didn't talk to me all the way.

The air ticket was paid by the film studio, and Sang Qing and I were booked first-class seats, and Wenwen was an economy seat.

The total flight time was about three hours. Just half an hour into the flight, I heard a loud noise from the bathroom, which woke me up from my sleep.

Sang Qing poked his head out to look, and whispered to me after a while, "It seems that someone fell down."

The stewardess quickly rushed to the person and anxiously checked the other person's situation.

"I'm not breathing!"

I let Sang Qing get out of the way, squeezed out, and came to the person who fell in a few steps.

The other party was a young girl in her 20s. At this time, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was pale, and she looked unconscious.

I checked her breath, but it was gone.

"Get out of the way." I pushed the stewardess away and performed CPR on the girl.

The sooner cardiopulmonary resuscitation is performed, the better, and the higher the survival rate. Although I have never had a serious illness in my life, I have often been in and out of the hospital. These things have already penetrated into the bone marrow.

Passengers in the first-class cabin were either sitting or standing looking over here. After a moment of stupefaction, the stewardess quickly recovered and asked about my occupation.

"I'm not a doctor, I just learned first aid techniques. You'd better ask if there are any serious medical staff among the passengers." I replied while pressing the girl's heart.

After a while, the broadcast of looking for a doctor sounded above the head. It was broadcast three times in total, but unfortunately no one came.

The purser squatted beside me with a serious face: "There are no medical personnel on board, sir, we are planning to return home."

I didn't have time to reply to her, and kept doing artificial respiration, hoping to win back this young life from the hands of death.

After doing cardiac resuscitation for more than ten minutes in a row, I was already sweating profusely.If she couldn't recover to breathe spontaneously even after [-] minutes, then she couldn't be saved.

The purser suddenly cried out in surprise: "I saw her eyelashes move!" She hurried to check the girl's breath and pulse, "She recovered, she recovered!"

I opened the girl's eyelids and found that the pupils contracted in response to the light, and her pale complexion also improved a lot. In this way, the cardiopulmonary resuscitation should have been considered successful.My heart was relieved, and I sat down on the ground. I obviously didn't do any strenuous exercise, but I was still panting badly.

The stewardess adjusted the girl's seat to the lowest position and lifted her up with several flight attendants.

The girl who recovered to breathe spontaneously was taken care of by them, while I quietly returned to my seat.

"I was scared to death, so nervous." Sang Qing patted his chest, "Fortunately, you shot in time."

I unbuttoned the front two buttons of my collar, and blew the wind towards myself.

"But it's time to return, and I don't know when it will take off again. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the road show."

Sang Qing was also worried: "The road show is at seven o'clock in the evening. It was originally expected to arrive at three o'clock. Now it is difficult to catch up with the situation."

As soon as the plane landed, the ambulance that had been waiting on the tarmac for a long time drove to the gangway, and everyone worked together to lift the unconscious girl off the plane.

Taking advantage of this gap, Sang Qing took out her mobile phone and quickly called the person in charge of the road show to explain the situation.I don't know how the other party replied, Sang Qing's face became darker the more he listened, and when he hung up the phone, he wanted to drop the phone.

"Dog, snobbish!" He was furious and scolded non-stop, "You didn't know where you were when grandpa entered this business! We are saving the field, and we are already saving face, so we don't want to go, just go back Home? What rubbish!"

I probably already guessed the reason for his anger. People are so realistic. It is normal to step on the low and hold the high. We have encountered a lot of neglect over the years. I thought he was used to it.

"Then don't go. He's right. Anyway, we won't be able to catch up if we go, and we'll waste one night's rent."

Sang Qing was very angry, and wanted to refute something, but when he looked at me, he was discouraged again.

"Well, you did a good thing today, and it's not in vain."

I smiled and said, "Yeah, God probably sent me to be a hero."

When the purser came to ask our opinion, I asked her to refund our tickets directly.

Because it was all carry-on luggage, we got off the plane together with other passengers who were in a hurry to change their tickets, and soon left the airport, returning to the nanny car that had been parked more than an hour ago.

"It's really unpredictable. I finally participated in a road show, but I even encountered a return flight." Wenwen complained in a low voice while buckling up her seat belt. Sang Qing scratched her eyes, stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Back at Hengyue Mountain Villa, I dragged my luggage and opened the door exhaustedly.I didn't actually do anything, but I just felt tired and flustered.

Passing by the living room, he inadvertently saw Xi Zonghe sleeping on the soft sofa by the window.

The whole floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun is very good in autumn and winter, and it warms my body. I also like to take a nap there.And Xi Zonghe, he likes to fuck me there.

I put my luggage on the sofa, took a thin blanket and tiptoed close to him.

A cartoon that I watched when I was a child suddenly popped up in my mind. The stupid hunter held a net to catch the sleeping dragon, and approached cautiously, but always woke him up at the last second.

When I was about to cover Xi Zonghe with a thin blanket, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at me, like a waking dragon, completely frightening me, making my hands tremble.

"Why are you back?" He looked at the sky outside in confusion.

I still put the blanket on, and briefly summed it up: "The plane has returned, and I can't catch up with the road show, so I just came back."

He didn't really want to know the reason, he said "oh", and fell asleep with his head tilted in troubled brows and eyes.

I stared at his sleeping face for a while, then sat down on the sofa beside me, turned on my phone's Weibo, and posted a Weibo.

"I'm sorry, I can't go to the "xx" road show tonight. I'm really sorry for making everyone happy for nothing."

I didn't even read the comments after posting, so I quit the software directly.

Xi Zonghe fell asleep until after five o'clock. I was reading the script on the sofa, and saw him stretching out. He woke up, closed the computer, got up and went into the kitchen.

I simply made a chicken noodle soup and had a decent meal.

While eating, Xi Zonghe suddenly poked his bowl of noodles and asked me: "Have we lived like this for the past five years?"

I don't know if he is referring to this type of getting along, or specifically to the bowl of noodles.

But I think it should be a face problem.I was in a bad mood, so I started very casually, and I could barely make my stomach full, which was not delicious.

"If you're not used to eating, I'll order takeaway for you, but the place here is relatively remote, there are very few takeaways, and there are not many choices."

Xi Zonghe struggled for a while, and finally said: "No need, that's it."

He didn't even allow his assistant to enter his private territory, so how could he eat food made for him by a stranger.

Sometimes I really wonder if he suffered some kind of trauma when he was a child, so he will be so defensive about other people.

Sang Qing called at eight o'clock in the evening. I was about to take a shower and I took off my clothes. Seeing him calling one after another, I was afraid of something urgent, so I answered it anyway.

"Gu Tang, check Weibo! You're on the news! Social news!"

I was so frightened that my scalp exploded. No matter how I think about it, it's not a good thing for an artist to be on social news.

Could it be that Gu Yuanli's crimes were found out on me?

"What's going on?" I turned on the computer to search while talking to him.

"The video of your rescue in the afternoon was posted on the Internet, and the news reported on the return flight. They also said that you were 'Mr. Gu' who left silently after doing good deeds. Your latest Weibo post went viral!"

I stared blankly at the computer screen, as expected, the world is unpredictable, the name "Gu Tang" will one day be in the news for being a good person and good deed.