bookrandom Chapter 894: Rebirth
Chapter 894: Rebirth
Shen Rou saw Choubao’s WeChat video request on the mobile phone screen on the dining table. The little grandson who had not been in contact for half a year finally came to WeChat.
He excitedly put down the bowl of soup in his hand, and quickly picked up the phone with trembling hands to answer it. Jiang Shuo's clever little face immediately popped up on the screen -
After not seeing him for half a year, the child has grown taller, his eyebrows and eyes have become more mature, and he has lost some of his childishness.
"Stinky baby!" Shen Rou's voice softened instantly. "Why did you take so long to video chat? Grandma talks about you every day, and you didn't answer the last few video calls. How is Grandma Mu?"
At the bathroom door, Jiang Chengyu had just recovered from a coughing fit when he heard the word "stinky treasure". He suddenly stopped in his tracks, clenched his fingers around the door frame, and froze in place.
Jiang Shuo in the video shook his head and said in a clear voice: "Grandma Mu is doing well. She is accompanying Aunt Youyou in the hospital. The baby will be born in the next few days!"
"Where is your father?" Shen Rou asked.
The camera flickered, and Mu Xiaoji's face appeared on the screen. She looked whiter and more plump than in the last WeChat video.
Her complexion was rosy and her chin was fuller. "Mom, I'm fine. I just can't show my filial piety to you. I feel really bad."
"Hehehe, seeing my son is now plump and white, mom feels relieved." Shen Rou smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out.
When the old lady heard the sound, she struggled to come over, and Shen Rou quickly handed the phone to her.
"Grandson... stinky baby..." The old woman fumbled with the screen, anxiously asking, "When will you be back? Grandma is waiting so anxiously..."
"Grandma, we'll go back to see you as soon as we have time!" Jiang Shuo's voice was full of coquettishness. "You must eat well and don't be picky about food!"
"Stinky boy, when did grandma become picky about food? You're just talking nonsense. Oh my little stinky baby, grandma is in pain everywhere now.
"I just want Chou Bao to give grandma a leg massage and a back rub. When will this day end?" The old lady acted like a child, coquettishly talking to Chou Bao.
Just as he finished speaking, another burst of rapid coughing came from the bathroom, more violent than before, with a heart-wrenching force.
Jiang Chengyu subconsciously closed the door with his backhand, but there was still a slight noise coming out.
Jiang Shuo's expression changed instantly. He leaned closer to the screen and asked nervously, "Grandma, was Grandpa coughing just now? Does he have a cold?"
Song Shijie quickly walked over to Shen Rou and said to the camera with a smile: "Hey, stinky baby, are you missing grandpa?
Grandpa is fine, you heard it wrong, that was the sound of Grandpa pulling out the chair and making it rub against the ground."
"Then take care of your grandparents and grandma!" Jiang Shuo frowned and reminded them, "I'll go back to see you during summer vacation!"
"Okay, we'll wait." Shen Rou rubbed the old lady's hand, "Choubao, take good care of your father."
"Know it!"
Xiao Yue's figure flashed by in the video, and a gentle voice said, "Master, it's time for Chou Bao to wash his hands and eat."
"Mom, say something to grandma!" Chou Bao said. After turning the camera, Xiao Yue was completely framed in the video, and Shen Rou saw Xiao Yue's protruding belly at a glance.
Shen Rou couldn't believe it and asked: "Xiao Yue, your body..."
Xiao Yue hurriedly sat down next to Jiang Shuo and said with a smile, "Madam, Grandma, you two must take care of yourself while I'm away."
The old lady said with tears in her eyes: "Xiao Yue, since you have been by my side, you have never been away from me for such a long time. I really miss you."
"Grandma, I miss you too..."
Xiao Yue was halfway through his speech when Mu Xiaoji grabbed the camera and said with a mysterious smile: "Grandma,
Sister Xiaoyue can’t go back yet! You won’t be reluctant to leave Sister Xiaoyue and will stay by my side to take care of me!
"Grandma is so happy to see Xiaoyue taking care of you and making you plump and white! How could she possibly compete with you for Xiaoyue!
"I used to be that skinny, frail kid. Grandma didn't like him and felt so distressed when she saw him." The old lady said cheerfully.
Mu Xiaoji said in a cheerful and playful tone, "Grandma, we're having dinner. We'll video chat with you another day."
Jiang Shuo pointed the camera at himself: "Grandma, goodbye, grandpa and grandma!"
Song Shijie and old lady Shen Rou are in the same frame: "Goodbye, stinky baby, eat well."
After hanging up the video, the restaurant fell silent.
Song Shijie stood up and walked to the bathroom door. He gently pushed it open a crack and saw Jiang Chengyu holding the sink.
He leaned forward slightly, his back to the door, his shoulders trembling slightly. "Cheng Yu."
Jiang Chengyu turned around suddenly, with red veins in his eyes: "Uncle Song..."
"Why don't we go to the hospital tomorrow?" Song Shijie's voice was filled with guilt. "If Xiaoji saw you like this, he would probably feel very uncomfortable."
"No need." Jiang Chengyu stood up and patted his cheeks with cold water. His voice was a little hoarse. "My own skills can regulate it. I'm much better today."
Song Shijie looked at his pale but stubborn face and sighed, "Come out for dinner. Haven't you seen Xiaoji? He's fat now."
Compared to you, for a moment, it was as if you two had switched places. You should come back home and live there.
Aunt Zhao's meals are nutritionally balanced and better than what you can make in your apartment."
Jiang Chengyu didn't say anything, just nodded and followed Song Shijie out of the bathroom.
The food in the restaurant was still steaming, and the warm yellow light fell on his face, but it couldn't dispel the fatigue that penetrated deep into his bones.
It was late at night and the whole house was immersed in silence.
Jiang Chengyu was in the old lady's room, patting the quilt like comforting a child.
The soft voice, accompanied by the swaying branches outside the window, was like a gentle lullaby, coaxing the old man into falling asleep.
He tucked in the quilt and turned on the warm yellow wall lamp beside the bed. The halo of light just covered the old lady's peaceful sleeping face.
When he turned and walked to the door, he gently pressed the switch. The moment the main light went out, only the gentle light remained in the room.
As I walked out of the room and into the front hall, I saw Aunt Zhao coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water.
Jiang Chengyu smiled faintly and explained carefully, "Aunt Zhao, the old lady's blood pressure has been a little unstable recently. Please remember to remind her to take her medicine on time.
Stop eating desserts for now, and try to keep your meals lighter, with less salt, oil, and sugar."
"Okay, Young Master Jiang." Aunt Zhao quickly agreed and took his words to heart.
"You should go to bed early too. You still have to take care of the old lady at night!" Jiang Chengyu said, turned and walked towards the stairs.
"Yes, Young Master Jiang." Aunt Zhao responded, watching his departing back gradually disappear at the stairs.
Then he turned around and walked to the room next to the old lady - that was where Xiao Yue lived. Now Xiao Yue went to G City.
In order to make it easier for Aunt Zhao to look after the old lady in the middle of the night, she was allowed to move in.
Jiang Chengyu climbed the stairs and just passed the study, he saw a ray of light leaking from the half-open door, casting a long and narrow shadow on the floor of the corridor.
He paused slightly, and vaguely heard Shen Rou's low voice coming from inside: "Ajie, do you think Chenxi has really let go of the past now?"
Song Shijie's sigh mixed with the sound of pages turning could be heard: "It's best to let go."
"You didn't see it just now, Xiaoyue..."
Shen Songshijie looked at Shen Rou with a puzzled look: "What's wrong with Xiaoyue?"
There was uncontrollable joy in Rou's voice, and the ending tone trembled slightly, "She's pregnant!"
Song Shijie seemed stunned for a moment, and then his slightly surprised voice came: "Xiao Yue is pregnant?"
"Yeah!" Shen Rou's tone was full of joy, "Who knows, maybe mom is right.
Leaving Xiaoyue with Chenxi, they were originally a family, seeing Choubao alone and helpless,
"Having a younger brother or sister to keep me company was a really good move Mom suggested earlier."
When Jiang Chengyu outside the door heard this, he felt his eyes suddenly get hot and a hot and wet feeling instantly came over him.
Xiao Yue is pregnant... He muttered to himself, with a bitter smile on his lips.
This is better than him being unable to even have children. The Song family business is so big, it needs descendants to inherit it in order to prosper.
Thinking of this, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. Suddenly, a salty and fishy taste surged in my throat.
Jiang Chengyu hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth. Warm liquid seeped out through his fingers and fell into his palm, a glaring red.
He staggered around and hurried back to his bedroom. The moment he closed the door behind him, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.
Leaning against the door, the room was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat. In a trance, the shadow of Jiang Shuo as a child seemed to fill every corner.
At the desk, the little stinky boy with big watery eyes and a delicate look raised his tender little face and asked:
"Little Daddy, I practice writing big characters every day. When Dad comes back, will he like it?"
On the grass in the backyard, a small figure squatted there, carefully holding a little bird:
"Little Daddy, the bird is injured. Can we bandage it?"
There was also the scene when he drew a picture of the God of Longevity for the old lady. Although Choubao was only three years old at that time, he had already received the true teachings of Jiang Chengyu.
His painting skills have surpassed the basic level of an adult, so when he saw that Choubao was bored after writing the big characters, he trusted him to touch up the little boy in the birthday picture.
Jiang Shuo picked up the drawing board and said confidently while mixing the colors: "Don't worry, little daddy, Choubao will be very careful."
The three-year bond between father and son flashed before his eyes, and Jiang Chengyu could no longer bear it.
Tears poured down like a fountain, and suppressed sobs spread in the silent room, as if even the air was frozen into ice.
The remaining bright red on his lips stung Baozi's eyes - he now remembered that Xiaoji had absolutely nothing to do with him anymore.
Xiao Yue...Now Xiao Yue and Chou Bao, their family of three, are reunited!
After venting, the pain in the chest caused by the obsession gradually dissipated, as if the qi and blood that had been blocked for a long time finally flowed smoothly.
Jiang Chengyu slid down the door panel, sat cross-legged on the ground, made seals with his hands, and concentrated his mind and calmed his breath.
A stream of true energy rose from the dantian and slowly ran through the limbs and bones. A faint halo gradually emanated from the body. It was a kind of settled and powerful force.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sky outside the window gradually changed from inky black to pale white, and finally to a touch of light morning light.
Jiang Chengyu slowly opened his eyes, stopped breathing, and a breath of foul air escaped from between his lips.
It seemed as if the raging storm last night had passed, and now the sky was clear and my heart was bright.
He completely let go of the past and felt refreshed at the moment. He seemed to have been reborn and no longer looked sick as he did yesterday.
His face was rosy, his eyes were bright, and he exuded a spirit of vigor and vitality, as if he was reborn.
(Those of you who have read Chapter 870 should know clearly that Xiao Yue, the loyal servant of the Song family, is pregnant. For whom is she pregnant? Seeing Jiang Chengyu relieved at this moment, it seems that life is not so painful, right? After all, only those who are obsessed with things suffer, and only those who learn to let go can be open-minded!)