One Useless Rebirth

Chapter 102: Nightmare

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On the first day he ran away from home, He Bai felt very guilty and worried about Di Qiuhe.

On the second day after leaving home, He Bai’s high fever subsided, his cold symptoms were much better, and his mood improved. Di Qiuhe was really honest, not only did not talk nonsense, but also actively cooperated with Xing Shaofeng to put online The public opinion of the tone change was guided back.

On the third day after leaving home, Di Qiuhe attended another event. He Bai was nestled on the sofa, eating snacks, and watching the live broadcast of the event, he was almost flying away.

The fourth day after leaving home... He Bai didn't want to go back.

Bai Youbai: You can go to accept the award of "The Married Army". I'm not going anymore. I want to eat delicious food outside.

Di Qiuhe immediately played a video call over.

He Bai hung up decisively and continued to post: The weather forecast said there will be snow in the past two days, and I am going to take a snow scene. I haven't taken a landscape photo seriously for a long time.

A bird born in autumn: I will accompany you to take pictures after receiving the prize.

He Bai squinted his eyes and typed: Grandpa sent two bodyguards to take care of me. I am not going out alone, so don't worry.

This time the other side was quiet for a few minutes, and then came back with a slightly accusing message.

A bird born in autumn: ... Would you rather bring a bodyguard instead of me

He Bai snorted and replied: Of course, you are not as good as a bodyguard.

Di Qiuhe put down the phone, raised his hand and wiped his face. He found Fan Zhai's phone and dialed it. After he was connected, he asked dryly, "Uncle Hu, do you and Grandpa always know where Xiao Bai is?"

"I know, Xiaobai's child is caring, so I don't want to worry about it. He will call to report his safety every day." Uncle Hu replied with a smile, and then calmly said, "You can work with peace of mind, and Xiaobai will take care of it. There is a problem."

"Then Xiaobai now..."

"Don't tell me, the kitchen is still stewing soup, so I have to pinch the fire and let the bodyguard send it to Xiaobai. It's dead."

"..."

Putting down the phone that ended the call, he clicked on the WeChat interface, stared at the chat box for a long time, and typed slowly: Xiaobai, I miss you.

The phone vibrated and the message came back.

Bai and Bai: Sweet words are useless, I won't go back early! Not even going to the award ceremony! You don't want to lie to me, and then talk nonsense while I'm not prepared! I have seen through your routine, you can't lie to me!

"..." This year... it really was a difficult winter.

The next day, the heavy snow arrived as scheduled, and He Bai was very happy to take his bodyguards out of the house, ready to go to the suburbs to take snow scenes.

"Wait, go buy some chocolate and warm babies. It's cold in the mountains. We have to pay attention to add heat and keep warm."

When passing by the supermarket, He Bai called to stop the car and ordered one of the bodyguards to find a place to park, and then took the other bodyguard out of the car and into the supermarket.

After buying the things that should be bought, he saw that the bodyguards were wearing thin clothes, and he bought hats, scarves and gloves for the two bodyguards. In the end, it was not enough, so he ran to the coffee shop and packed three cups of hot cocoa.

"Drink some warmth, you have worked hard with me." He gave the drink to the bodyguard. Seeing that it was not early, he was about to greet the two to leave, and suddenly a familiar figure was swept away from the corner of his eyes, and he took a step. Instinctively picked up the camera and turned it over and pressed the shutter.

One of the bodyguards looked at it alertly, but found nothing, and asked in confusion, "He Shao, is there anything wrong?"

In the freeze-frame picture, there are only a few lively shops on the side of the road and some hurried pedestrians. There is nothing familiar. He Bai raised his hand and beat his head, shook his head to shake off the sense of disharmony, put down the camera and laughed," Nothing, get in the car, let's go early and get back early."

After the three people left, a woman poked her head from behind a billboard placed at the entrance of a shop, took a look at the direction they were leaving, breathed a sigh of relief, took out her mobile phone, found a number, dialed it, and asked in a low voice after the call was connected. Said, "Madam, where are you now?"

"Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Bo Yi went out late today. I was afraid he was suspicious, so he came out a bit late, and then I just ran into it..."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Someone behind me is following. It's not suitable to meet today. I'm gone."

"Wait, then my dad and those photos..."

"talk about it later."

The phone was hung up, the woman frowned and bit her lip, took a deep breath of emotion, put her phone away and looked around, then turned and walked away from the other direction quickly.

After a day of filming, He Bai returned to the hotel contentedly and immediately began the editing work.

After being lazy for too long, his editing speed slowed down a bit, and it was almost midnight when it was all done. He stretched his waist, appreciating today's harvest with satisfaction, then picked up the phone and returned the good night message from Di Qiuhe, holding the mouse and preparing to turn off the computer.

While the mouse was shaking, he accidentally clicked on another discarded photo that was placed on the desktop and was about to be deleted. After buying hot cocoa in the afternoon, the photo he took was popped up, zoomed in and took up the entire screen. He was taken aback and looked at it randomly. A photo, shook his head, clicked delete, and turned off the computer.

Consciousness seemed to float in the clouds, the light of the lighthouse suddenly appeared, the second hand of the pendulum clock moved, and a regular sound was made. The night wind rose, and a familiar figure suddenly jumped down on the balcony of the tall building.

"Autumn Crane!"

He Bai sat up in a cold sweat, leaned forward in a panic, picked up his mobile phone from the bedside table and called Di Qiuhe, anxiously waiting for the connection.

"Puppy?"

A familiar voice that was still sleepy came through the electric current, his tight body suddenly relaxed, he leaned against the bed, his chest was suffocated by the fast beating heart, and his throat was tightened, making him say no for a moment. When speaking, he could only make some heavy breathing sounds.

"What's the matter with you? Xiaobai? Xiaobai, say something."

The voice on the other side quickly became sober, with a trace of worry and anxiety.

He Bai raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, swallowed dryly, and replied, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare. You go to sleep, I'm sorry to disturb you."

Because his throat was dry and tight, his voice seemed a little hoarse. Di Qiuhe frowned when he heard it. Before thinking about it, he lifted the quilt and got up, picked up a coat and put it on, then picked up his wallet and car keys, and walked out. Said, "Where are you, I will find you."

"No, it's too late—"

"Where are you, give me the address."

Rare command tone, voice heavy because of worry.

The beating of his heart slowly stabilized. He Bai remembered the dream just now, but still felt a little unreliable, so he no longer suppressed the desire to see him in his heart, and after reporting the address, he asked him to come with his bodyguard instead of acting alone.

Di Qiuhe replied, and calmed down a few words to comfort him, but his brows kept frowning because of worry.

He Bai opened the door as soon as the doorbell rang. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, he was hugged by Di Qiuhe.

"Don't be afraid, I am here."

The familiar breath surrounded him, and his back was touched comfortably. He Bai was stunned, his body slowly relaxed, raised his arms back to hug him, patted his back lightly, and whispered, "I'm not afraid "I just want to see you.

Di Qiuhe hugged him tightly again, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, then turned his head back to signal the bodyguard to leave, walked two steps in, closed the door, raised his hand to touch his face, frowned and asked, "Why? Suddenly have a nightmare and feel sick? Or can't you sleep well?"

"Neither." He Bai raised his hand and held his hand. Just as he was about to explain, his hand was firmly grasped, and then the back of his hand was gently rubbed.

"Why is it green here?" Di Qiuhe stared at the bruise marks on the back of his hand, and took a close look at the dim light at the door, his eyebrows were erected, "Are you sick? Going to hang water? What's the matter? Did you go to eat something delicious? You lied to me?"

"Uh..." He Bai was a little dazed by the question, and didn't know how to fool him for a while-carelessly, forgot to cover the traces of the injection on the back of his hand.

Di Qiuhe didn't give him a chance to quibble. He picked him up and put him on the bed without saying anything. He turned around and walked around the room. As expected, he found some cold medicine that had not been finished on the small table in front of the sofa. It's dark.

He Bai glanced at his dark complexion, and carefully shrank into the quilt. Suddenly he felt that he was panicking in the middle of the night because he had a nightmare and called Di Sansui to be stupid and hypocritical... This is over, the naive ghost is about to explode.

"A box of medicine is almost finished. How many days have you been ill, I..." Di Qiuhe turned around holding the medicine box, frowning, trying to talk, but seeing him shrank in the quilt pitifully, he couldn't bear it. He opened his mouth, and in the end he only tucked the quilt on his face, and asked, "Is he ill?"

He Bai nodded quickly, and held his hand to please.

"... Sleep, I'll guard you." Di Qiuhe compromised and sat down by the bed.

He Bai hurriedly rubbed against the bed, opened the corner of the quilt, and pulled his arm.

"I will pack you tomorrow." Di Qiuhe frowned and shook his hand back, took off his coat and lay on the bed, took him in his arms and rubbed him gently, kissed the top of his head, and ordered. "Go to sleep, don't think about it."

He Bai let him knead, moved his hand carefully under the quilt, gently hooked his clothes, closed his eyes comfortably, and said vaguely, "Di three years old, you are so handsome." , For naive ghosts, wearing a high hat is the best way to coax people.

And the three-year-old Di who just killed him is really handsome... It's a pity that I didn't take it.

Di Qiuhe was praised by him, his frowning eyebrows stretched out, and he pulled him into his arms again. Although his tone was still fierce, he couldn't hide his petting and gentleness, "I said, go to bed," I'll kiss you again."

He Bai cocked his mouth, raised his head and kissed him, then put his leg on him and fell asleep in his arms.

Di Qiuhe couldn't help but patted his ass.

A few minutes later, He Bai fell asleep peacefully. Di Qiuhe took care of it. He raised his hand and rubbed the blue purple on it. He kissed him distressedly, and then put a sticker on his forehead and listened to him. After making sure that everything was normal, his tight nerves relaxed, helped him tuck the quilt, and hugged him to sleep.

He Bai slept very heavily during this sleep, and did not wake up until the sun on Sangan. At this time, Di Qiuhe had already learned from his bodyguards his detailed whereabouts and physical condition these days, and leaned on the sofa with no expression on his face. , Staring at the camera and computer on the table sulking.

Seeing him like this, He Bai's relaxed expression stiffened, and he hurriedly rushed to his side and hugged him, fawningly.

"Go wash, and then come over for breakfast." Di Qiuhe restrained the urge to hug him, and ordered with a straight face.

"Sneez!" He Bai sneezed without holding back.

Di Qiuhe immediately broke his work, took the blanket on the sofa and put it on him, then used the remote control to raise the temperature in the room a few degrees, and said with a darker expression than before, "First wash, I will take you there later. hospital."

"No, my cold has been healed for two days. It's okay, don't worry about it—Sie!" He Bai covered his nose, looked at him with a guilty conscience, and laughed, "This... Um... It's probably a bit repetitive, it's okay, the medicine is still Yes, I’ll just have some."

Di Qiuhe didn't feel comforted at all, but became even more angry. He couldn't help but questioned, "So you just ran out to the suburbs to take a snow scene because of a cold? Are you still blowing the wind for a day outside?"

"... Sorry, I was wrong." He Bai apologized decisively.

Di Qiuhe choked with anger on his face, and suddenly felt that his straightforward apology was a bit familiar... How much like himself after making a mistake some time ago.

The anger disappeared suddenly.

"I'm wrong." He raised his hand and touched He Bai's hair, his brows were still frowning, but his tone and movements were much gentler. He hugged him and kissed his profile, self-examination, "If it wasn't for me to anger you , You won’t get up in the middle of the night... You won’t get a cold in the end when you get up to play with ice cubes. I didn’t take care of you.”

He Bai blinked, and immediately climbed along the pole, stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, and behaved, "You're right, it's me who doesn't know the right way. I promise I won't make trouble like this again in the future."

"You are a trouble..." Di Qiuhe lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, hugged him to sit on his lap, and finally let go of his frowning brows.

The two were tired and crooked for a while, ate breakfast after washing, then abducted to the hospital to get some cold medicine again, and went home together.

"I'll go to the awards ceremony tomorrow. Take a good rest at home, and Aunt Xu will come over and cook for you." Di Qiuhe placed He Bai on the sofa, squatted in front of him, looked at him, and said softly, "You Don't worry, I promise you won't talk nonsense tomorrow. You can publish it whenever you want. It's up to you."

Perhaps he was affected by a cold or the familiar environment at home made him feel relaxed. He Bai suddenly felt that his emotions at this time had become a lot more fragile. He just wanted to get tired of Di Qiuhe for a while, so he nodded obediently and leaned forward. He hugged him, rubbed his side face, and replied, "Okay, then you come back early after receiving the prize, I'll wait for you."

Di Qiuhe hugged him back, his heart softened, "Well, I'll be back as soon as possible."

With his lover by his side, He Bai's sleep became solid, and he didn't even have a dream.

Early the next morning, Di Qiuhe got up early, made breakfast for He Bai, and went out with Xing Shaofeng. He Bai vaguely heard the movement of him getting up, but his mind was a little dizzy because of the cold, and he couldn't wake up.

After the room was quiet again, he fell asleep again, but his consciousness became dizzy, like a dream and awake.

In the dizziness, the picture of Di Qiuhe falling from the building suddenly flashed in his mind, and the picture became bigger and bigger, as if he wanted to force him to see clearly. He struggled to wake up, but to no avail, he could only passively watch the light of the lighthouse getting closer and closer, and the figure standing on the balcony of the tall building next to it became clearer and clearer, and then the picture freezes, with a white arm belonging to a woman. Is slowly reaching out. When the night breeze rose, a corner of the curtain was lifted, faintly revealing the line of a woman's chin...

"stop!"

As if the curse had been broken, he opened his eyes suddenly, his consciousness was finally awake, and his limbs regained their autonomy. The last picture that appeared in the dream was as clear as he was right in front of him. He suddenly remembered something, ignoring the cold sweat on his forehead, got up and lifted the quilt and ran out of the room barefoot, found the laptop he brought back last night in the living room downstairs, and turned it on. Later, the photos deleted yesterday were restored from the recycle bin.

It was still the picture that couldn't be seen at first glance. The background was a bit messy. Passersby were wrapped tightly and hurriedly walked past the shops on the roadside and rushed to their destinations in the cold wind.

He moved the mouse to zoom in on the photo, looking for it anxiously, and finally fixed it on the glass window of a roadside shop.

There is a cartoon Christmas tree painted on the window. It should be that the store didn’t have time to remove it after Christmas. In the corner of the window, half of a woman hiding behind the billboard was printed on it indistinctly, and the woman held it by hand. Looking at the billboard, the line of the chin is exposed while his face is sideways, and the arc of the arm out looks very familiar...

He opened his eyes wide, held his breath unconsciously, opened the editing software, and kept adjusting the photo data after importing the photos, trying to make the blurred figure in the window clearer.

Three minutes later, with sweaty hands, he let go of the mouse, staring at the photo that was brought up, lost his senses.

The same extended posture, the same length and arc, although one is naked and wearing nothing, the other is wrapped in a sweater and most of the line is covered by a coat and cloak, but he swears by his accumulated experience in shooting for many years, this is absolutely It's the same person's arm!

And the line of the chin... The assistant An, who has a very low sense of existence, but has been staying in Di Qiuhe's team, seems to have such a rounded chin...