Became a vicious male mother

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In the cozy little house, a big boy and a little girl sat upright on the sofa, and in front of them were two tiny cameras.

"Okay, next scene."

The person holding the script stood in front of the camera, glanced at it a few times, and said loudly, "Kid, try to look natural. It's your turn next."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cameraman's face appeared from inside the room: "Little friend, come in."

Xu Mufeng yawned on the sofa and turned his head to look to the side.

"Go quickly, and good luck."

Gu Xinglan smiled and patted the child on the shoulder.

"Sister Wang, the camera is installed."

"It's installed outside too."

"The tenants in the building have been contacted."

The staff member glanced at the schedule and then went out.

As soon as the door opened, several smiling landlords crowded outside: "Handsome young men, you've worked hard. Would you like to go out for a meal?"

"..."

There were all sorts of people. Amidst the noise, when Assistant Director Sister Wang pinned a miniature camera and microphone to Gu Xinglan's collar as a marker, she gently patted Gu Xinglan's arm with her eyes crinkled.

"Mr. Gu, we're counting on you now."

After saying that, he pointed to the cameraman behind him.

It's that cameraman from before.

His face was dark, and he said in a deep voice, "Mr. Gu, it's been a long time."

The person in the photo is thin and pale.

I was much more reserved than before.

"Let's go now." Gu Xinglan smiled and nodded, then picked up her phone.

The original phone was lost in Fusong, along with all the contacts and daily records stored on it.

He tried to get the police to retrieve it.

But he had no idea when or where he lost the item; going from Wushui to Fusong was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

This one was found at a secondhand market.

He glanced at the time on the screen.

It's 3 p.m., and in another hour it will be time for Lihetai School to let out.

Facing the camera, Gu Xinglan looked timid: "I don't know if little Li likes me..."

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I didn't have money for a taxi, so I came to rent a bicycle.

The bicycle had a rusty seat on the back.

Gu Xinglan tried to climb on it, and it was surprisingly smooth.

"How's my bicycle? Pretty good, right?"

An old man at the scrap yard was reclining in a chair, legs crossed, reading a newspaper. His eyes peeked out through his cloudy reading glasses. He asked at the opportune moment, "Little Gu, don't you work for a big company? Now you can't even afford a car?"

Gu Xinglan, who was test driving, felt a pang of anxiety: "I was fired last week and I'm still looking for a job."

Hearing this, the old man got excited and sat up from his recliner, chattering on and on: "You're not young anymore, everyone drives these days. Someone got hit by a car in the rain because they didn't have one! It was horrible! I heard their brains were spilled out! Luckily, my son-in-law bought a car last month, a high-end electric car! On the market..."

"..."

On a crowded street.

The cyclist was extremely fair-skinned, and every glance and movement inexplicably evoked a sense of youth. In a few seconds of rapid footage, the small black car carrying the camera had already sped past, while Gu Xinglan could only keep pedaling with her mind at ease.

Step from the withered trees on both sides to the city center lined with famous shops.

The city center was even more crowded. He didn't know how long he had been riding, and he was panting heavily, exhaling more than inhaling.

For the first time, I felt like time had stood still.

Looking at the endless road, Gu Xinglan wiped away his sweat heavily, pursed his dry lips a few times, took out his phone and checked the time—damn, only forty minutes had passed! ...When the sun reappeared and the two so-called "wild vines hanging from the clouds" old camphor trees appeared.

He immediately breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had been elevated to a higher level.

As the system shouted "[Host!]", a luxury car sped past, and a rusty bicycle emerged from the crowd. Then, with a few loud crashes, the person on the bicycle fell off. The tall figure rolled around and around until it finally came to a stop under the big camphor tree.

Just then, a loud piano melody rang out on campus, and the violets hanging from the camphor trees swayed in the wind, their petals fluttering down, a few landing on the white collar and sleeves of my clothes.

But those luxury cars of various colors and shapes picked up people and left, and no one stopped to look after the person who had fallen.

The people here are glamorous, but also extremely indifferent.

"Sister Wang, something's happened!"

The unlicensed taxi driver, who had witnessed the entire incident, immediately made a phone call: "Mr. Gu fell outside and can't get up yet!"

But on the other end of the phone, other things could be vaguely heard, such as a new child beating up the host family, or a dog in a wealthy family biting a hole in a newcomer's hand. The driver was dumbfounded.

As he hesitated, a figure approached the large camphor tree.

The camera instantly focused on that person.

Under the gazes from all directions, Li Hetai, carrying his schoolbag, stood before the fallen figure, his eyes as still as dead water.

First, there was that incredibly unfashionable bicycle, and then the person who collapsed.

The face that was exposed on the ground was extremely pale, and the chest was still heaving.

Soon, people gathered around.

The newcomer noticed that the person lying on the ground was having increasingly difficult breathing, his chest rising and falling more and more slowly, as if he was about to stop breathing. Not to mention the exposed face, whose lips had completely lost their color, with only a pair of long eyelashes still fluttering slightly. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he half-squatted down, his eyes dark, and said quietly, "I'll give him artificial respiration."

Then I saw the child standing next to me kneel down on one knee and actually start chest compressions using standard CPR techniques.

Li Hetai stretched out his arms.

His gaze was like a sharp blade. Sensing the dissatisfaction beneath his palm, he slowly moved his hand to that face.

As their breaths drew closer and intertwined.

Then, the hand that had been motionless on the ground for so long suddenly covered the face that was getting closer and closer.

Gu Xinglan, lying on the ground, opened her eyes. Her face was as pale as paper, and her bloodless lips trembled slightly, like petals about to wither in winter. Weak and powerless, she managed to say with all her might, "Get out."

-

Deathly silence.

A still beauty is beautiful, but when she moves, she becomes utterly beautiful and beyond compare.

The man in the suit and tie half-squatted down, holding a handkerchief in his palm.

"Hello, if you don't mind, I can give you a ride."

The scent of driftwood completely overpowered the surrounding floral fragrance.

Gu Xinglan slowly came to her senses and looked up again.

There was no longer any sign of Li Hetai's face in front of him, only this stranger.

There were also photographers and drivers rushing over from the side.

As soon as the camera equipment appeared, the person who handed over the handkerchief froze for a moment before his face fell.

But Gu Xinglan had no energy to observe that. She looked at the camera and sighed pitifully, "My bicycle is broken and I have no money on me. Can you give us a ride?"

As expected.

The camera panned slightly, suggesting that a helpless subtitle would likely be added later.

With cars coming and going, after helping the person, the driver looked around and exclaimed in surprise, "My goodness! Where's the child?!"