My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 126 You've Bringing a Girl Again

Chapter 126 You brought a girl back again.

"Thank you for your hard work, teachers."

In the afternoon, after filming the last scene, the female lead, Wu Yi, bowed to Zhou Heming and Lu Bai and presented them with a bouquet of flowers to signify the end of filming.

"You're the one who still has several days left to film."

Lu Bai smiled as he accepted the bouquets that belonged to him and Zhou Heming.

"Teacher Lu Bai's acting was so amazing just now, I felt like the real Su Wendie was here."

Wu Yi praised him excitedly.

"Maybe it really is."

Lu Bai made a joke.

"Can I message you later to ask you for advice on acting details? I'm quite interested in developing in this area."

Wu Yi is not from a professional acting background, but she works much harder than many young actors who rely solely on their looks and do nothing. Clearly, she intends to develop her career in the film and television industry.

"Of course, no problem. Maybe I'll even need your experience when I participate in variety shows in the future, hahaha."

Lu Bai laughed heartily.

"And Mr. Zhou Heming, although you said you are a newcomer and this is your first time acting, I think your acting skills are quite good. In the scenes just now, it felt like I was watching a veteran actor perform."

Wu Yi then looked at Zhou Heming, who was standing next to Lu Bai.

"It's just that this role suits me."

To be honest, Zhou Heming wasn't being modest; he genuinely felt that these scenes were created specifically for him, giving him a chance to say goodbye to her, who had been reborn.

Just like the eulogies he wrote for many people.

Those eulogies may not change anything about the deceased, but they can comfort the living.

He made up for a wish that might never have been fulfilled by having a wedding at a funeral home.

The crew quickly boarded a bus and set off for a city near Chengdu to continue filming and shoot more scenes.

Zhou Heming and Lu Bai waved goodbye to them.

Turning his head, Zhou Heming saw Cheng Shuangjiang.

The girl in the beige dress remained at the funeral home after the crowd dispersed.

"Let's put all our things at home first."

Lu Bai smiled slightly.

"Zhou Heming, where does your maternal grandmother live?"

"Go home first."

Zhou Heming thought that he should let Lu Bai put his things away first, otherwise it would be quite troublesome to carry the suitcase.

"Well, that's fine too."

Lu Bai took out his phone and showed Zhou Heming the map navigation.

"It's not far from my maternal grandmother's house; it's on the way."

Zhou Heming nodded.

He glanced casually at the location where the troops were stationed, at the end of their road.

"It's only two bus stops away, let's wait at the door."

It has to be said that it is indeed cooler in the countryside, especially since it was cloudy this afternoon with large clouds blocking out the sun, so we didn't have to film in the sun with a perceived temperature of almost 40 degrees Celsius like we did the other day.

There are very few buses in the town, but there happens to be one in front of the funeral home.

The three waited a moment, and then the car arrived.

This was a small bus that had been phased out by the city. It only had one door, and passengers had to get off first and then get on. But at this time, it was empty except for the three of them.

Outside the window, it's the height of summer, with cicadas chirping incessantly.

The shops, signs, men and women riding motorcycles, children playing at the door, and free-roaming dogs evoke a sense of nostalgia from over a decade ago. The old road surface, which might kick up dust whenever a vehicle passes by, makes it seem as if time has stood still twenty years ago. For Zhou Heming, who has lived in a big city since childhood, it would probably be thirty years ago, before he was even born.

Upon arrival at the station, the three got off the train.

Lu Bai led them familiarly through the alley, arriving at a cluster of low-rise residential buildings, only three or four stories high.

The houses here are all of the type with shops on the ground floor and living quarters on the second floor. However, most of the shops have rolled up their shutters and have signs like "Shop for Rent" posted on them, making them look desolate and bleak.

Lu Bai stopped in front of a building.

"Just wait for me downstairs."

She said.

Zhou Heming was a bit slow to realize it.

It's the weekend, and at this hour, Lu Bai's father might be home.

If I go up with them, wouldn't that mean I'm meeting their parents prematurely?

"Can I come up with you?"

So Zhou Heming asked.

"My dad is home."

Lu Bai used a declarative sentence.

"I want to see my uncle."

Zhou Heming said in a deep voice.

He had promised to give Lu Bai a real wedding.

So, we have to get through this hurdle eventually.

"it is good."

Lu Bai remained silent for a moment, then agreed.

"Is Cheng Shuangjiang coming along too?"

She glanced at the girl in the dress behind her.

"We can't both go up there while you're stuck down there sunbathing."

After a brief hesitation, Cheng Shuangjiang nodded.

"Put your suitcase downstairs."

Lu Bai continued.

"why?"

Zhou Heming didn't quite understand.

Since Lu Bai made this request, he complied and placed their suitcases in the inner corner of the iron gate downstairs.

The three of them climbed the stairs and reached the third floor.

The door was covered with a lot of advertisements that looked like a sore spot, like the kind of house that hadn't been lived in for a long time. Lu Bai took out his old key and turned the lock.

Zhou Heming smelled a dusty odor.

The room wasn't clean, but it was very tidy, with everything in its original place, seemingly without any signs of use.

As Zhou Heming entered the living room, he could see that the sunlight filtering through the open curtains illuminated the dust particles swirling in the air.

An old-fashioned color TV, a vintage-style coffee table, a dusty windowsill, peeling paint, and a sofa covered in mold spots—it really doesn't look like anyone lives there.

"You're back."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind them, sending a chill down Zhou Heming's spine. He turned around abruptly.

A man is standing in the kitchen on the other side of the entryway.

He was wearing a gray shirt, and his eyebrows and eyes bore a resemblance to Lu Bai's, suggesting that he must have been a handsome man in his youth.

However, at this moment, he gave people an inhuman sense of alienation.

A word suddenly popped into Zhou Heming's mind.

Describing someone as withered and emaciated.

The man looked like he hadn't had a proper meal in a long time, or like he had taken some kind of psychotropic drug. He was listless and his soul seemed to have died long ago, with only instinct remaining to keep his body functioning properly.

"dad."

Lu Bai called out.

"This is Cheng Shuangjiang, my friend. This is Zhou Heming, my, um, my boyfriend."

She introduced.

Zhou Heming and Cheng Shuangjiang immediately greeted each other.

"Boy friend."

Lu Bai's father glanced at Zhou Heming, then walked past the two men with little interest, returned to the living room, and sat down on the moldy sofa. The sunlight shone on the left side of his face, making the shadow on the right side of his face even deeper.

"You are already eighteen years old."

His voice was low and calm, devoid of any emotion.

"At your age, your mother had already starred in three movies. She was completely dedicated to her career back then. And what about you?"

Listening to Lu Bai's father's words, Zhou Heming had a bad feeling.

"And what about you? You're still filming those lousy web dramas, not even getting a lead role. As her daughter, don't you feel ashamed?"

Lu Bai's father's voice was flat, but his words were as cold as winter.

"Dad, I'm definitely not as good as Mom."

Lu Bai's voice seemed to be suppressing certain emotions.

Cheng Shuangjiang glanced at the two of them, then quickly scanned the room, her gaze catching sight of the bamboo pen holder placed next to the TV cabinet.

"You still have the nerve to date? Do you know how precious an actress's youth is? Do you know how many opportunities you'll miss because of this?" Lu Bai's father glanced at Zhou Heming. What was shocking was that even though his words seemed very intense, his tone remained very calm, and even his eyes showed no anger or accusation.

He let out a long sigh.

"It would have been better if your mother hadn't given birth to you."

Lu Bai bit his lower lip lightly.

"Uncle, isn't what you said a little inappropriate?"

Zhou Heming immediately stood in front of Lu Bai.

In any case, parents should not say such things to their children.

"Not suitable? It's perfect."

Lu Bai's father gave a forced, insincere smile.

“If she hadn’t been born, her mother wouldn’t have died, and she would definitely be a famous actress now. Our family would definitely not be like this. It’s all her fault, it’s all their fault.”

Zhou Heming had previously heard that Lu Bai's mother had died of illness when she was a child. Now it seems that it was postpartum complications that caused her mother to leave this world prematurely.

Moreover, Lu Bai's mother should also be a well-known actress?

Before Zhou Heming and Lu Bai could refute, Lu Bai's father suddenly stood up and strode towards Lu Bai.

“I understand, I understand. As long as you die, she will come back. She will be resurrected. Xuanjun can do what He can do. He can bring her back.”

As Lu Bai's father spoke, he reached out to grab Lu Bai.

But Zhou Heming grabbed his wrist first.

"Uncle, calm down."

It was only at this point that Zhou Heming finally made up his mind.

Lu Bai's father has probably lost his mind.

Zhou Heming stood in front of Lu Bai, shielding the girl behind him. Although he didn't know much about fighting, Lu Bai's father was very weak and should not be a match for him.

At this moment, Lu Bai's father suddenly stopped moving.

Then, he gave Zhou Heming a gentle smile.

"Young man, are you here to see Ah Bai and Ah Qian?"

At this moment, despite his haggard appearance, Lu Bai's father seemed to have regained his senses, resembling a kind uncle.

"What a coincidence, they should be filming now. Wait for me to call the director and ask when they can come back."

As he spoke, Lu Bai's father walked towards the bedroom.

He picked up the landline and dialed a number.

However, Zhou Heming noticed that the landline was not connected to any telephone line.

"Hey, A-Ban, when are A-Bai and A-Qian coming back? Six-thirty? Okay, I'll go pick them up. Hmm, I know. They shouldn't have caused you any trouble, right? That's good."

After speaking cheerfully to the landline, which received no response, Lu Bai's father returned to the living room.

However, there was no one left in the living room.

Lu Bai's father's expression quickly turned indifferent and cold, and he sat back on the sofa like a puppet.

The sunlight fell on him, making him appear extremely dim.

Outside.

Zhou Heming pulled Lu Bai along.

Lu Bai's expression was somewhat bitter. She tried to force a smile, but she couldn't manage it.

"What's wrong with Uncle?"

Seeing the door already closed, Zhou Heming still decided to ask for clarification, but he glanced at Lu Bai.

"Okay, let's talk about this as we walk. Let's go to my grandma's place first, it's about 800 meters away."

Lu Bai nodded.

Cheng Shuangjiang followed them downstairs, turned around and glanced at the mottled door. The hand that had been clutching the hem of her clothes finally loosened.

Zhou Heming looked at the suitcase in the corner.

He finally understood why Lu Bai hadn't let them take it upstairs.

*
"So, your mother was an excellent actress, while your father, although also an actor, only had one representative work?"

Walking on the streets of town, Zhou Heming digested what Lu Bai had told him and what he had looked up on his phone.

Lu Bai's parents were both actors. They met through a drama, which was also Lu Bai's father's representative work and was quite popular for a while.

After that, the two fell in love and got married, but continued to focus on their careers.

Later, Lu Bai's father suffered setbacks and his career fell into a slump, while her mother's career flourished, with one film after another.

At this time, their child was born.

It's hard to say whether the child was born to mend the increasingly distant and crumbling marriage of the two, but because of childbirth, Lu Bai's mother fell ill and passed away within two years.

"Actually, my dad was quite normal back then. Although he could be a bit paranoid at times, he was a very kind and gentle father."

Lu Bai followed Zhou Heming along the road, looking down at the pebbles on the road.

"It wasn't until later that he truly lost his mind and became like this, but he wasn't always like that."

"Yes, I only get sick when I see you?"

Zhou Heming had a vague idea.

Lu Bai was taken aback, his steps subconsciously halting, before he nodded.

"Maybe it's because I look too much like my mother, so when he sees me, he becomes that paranoid look he was just now, or maybe that's what he really thinks."

"So, you left him?"

Zhou Heming roughly understood the relationship between the father and daughter.

"The doctor's advice is this: I am the biggest source of his illness. The only way to help him maintain a relatively normal life is to stay away from him."

Lu Bai responded.

“Although his time seems to have stopped seven years ago when I’m not around, at least he won’t hurt anyone else or himself. I can only send money back every month and ask the neighborhood committee to help take care of him.”

"Ah."

Zhou Heming took Lu Bai's hand and led her forward.

He only just realized it.

How much hurt did Lu Bai, who was able to see through the lies, suffer when he heard the words, "If only your mother hadn't given birth to you,"?

"I'm sorry I haven't told you this about my family situation."

Lu Bai lowered his head, no longer displaying his usual arrogance.

"It's ok."

Zhou Heming stopped and turned to look at her.

“Since we got married in the previous timeline, it means that your father’s illness will definitely not affect your career or us, which means that he must be cured, right, Cheng Shuangjiang?”

When her name was called, Cheng Shuangjiang raised her eyes, glanced at Lu Bai, and then at Zhou Heming.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly.

Lu Bai didn't look at Cheng Shuangjiang, but stared blankly at Zhou Heming.

"And even if he doesn't cure you, even if you can never go back to that home."

Zhou Heming raised their hands, and the matching rings from "Reed Catkins and White Dew" shone brightly in the sunlight.

"You still have a home with me."

He said with certainty.

Behind.

Cheng Shuangjiang didn't stop, she continued forward, passing the two people.

"Let's go, it's too hot."

she muttered.

*
They hadn't walked far when they arrived at a shop with a tobacco and liquor store on the first floor. An elderly woman with gray hair was sitting behind the counter, wearing reading glasses and looking at her phone. The phone was playing Sichuan opera, and it looked like a short video.

"grandmother."

Zhou Heming immediately shouted.

The elderly man did not respond.

"grandmother!"

Zhou Heming walked to the counter and gently tapped the table.

The old woman looked up and smiled the moment she saw Zhou Heming.

"Heming is back!"

"I sent you a message, but you haven't replied."

"Oh dear, I was so distracted by my phone that I forgot. Ugh, it's such a hassle."

Grandma skillfully tossed the pot to her phone, reluctantly put it down, and looked up to see two girls behind her grandson.

"Oh my, Heming, you've brought a girl back again."

"again?"