after boyfriend rebirth

In his previous life, Yang Yimu didn't understand it yet.Before the album that I came up with came out, I don't know if I won an award for a title, but suddenly a scandal broke out, saying that he was adopted.

This year's entertainment journalists are not good enough, so let's forget about the nonsense, and the target is wrong, and they exploded into Zhou Zhi, the chairman of Xie Yanchu's nemesis, Zhou Corporation.

In the pictures and videos, Yang Yimu and Zhou Zhi were so excited, and the theme posts became popular all over the Internet.

Coincidentally, Yang Yimu had a quarrel with Xie Yanchu these two days.The old man's quarrel was normal, but now Yang Yimu wanted to explain, only to find that all WeChat calls, text messages and emails were blocked.Yang Yimu screamed in his heart that it was not good.The vinegar jar was completely overturned.Xie Yanchu doesn't get angry easily because every time he gets angry, the matter cannot be easily turned over.

Yang Yimu resigned himself to his fate, wrapped himself up tightly, and chose the most quiet moment of the night to start the car and planned to send Vitex thousands of miles away.

Unexpectedly, something happened halfway.

Yang Yimu is still conscious, but he can't control his body.I couldn't open my eyes all the time, I could only feel that Xie Yanchu took care of me meticulously every day.

Of the five senses, only two are left, touch and hearing.He likes Xie Yanchu to scrub him and give him a massage, and listen to him talking about the company and the circle.

But Xie Yanchu didn't know.

Taking care of the vegetative who wondered if he could wake up every day, Xie Yanchu spoke softly and moved gently.His appearance seemed to be ten years older, and there was deep pain in his empty eyes.

Yang Yimu lay in bed for more than half a year and wanted to wake up a little.That day he heard Rachmaninoff: Paganini's theme of madness, the rising sun shone on his face, warm and hot, reminding him of himself who used to be the most pretender.

Hey, why did you break up with Xie Yanchu?If you can wake up, you must be a good person and earn money.Xie Yanchu loves money the most. He is so busy with money every day that he digs all the money at home, like a wild beast who can only get in and out.

Yang Yimu moved his fingers.

babble.

Look up again?

babble!

Open your eyes again?

babble--

After looking around the room in horror, Lao Yang was dumbfounded.

That's right, that rhapsody was what he listened to every day when he was preparing for the art exam in his third year of high school. He took its artistic conception and was influenced by it.

There are several football game awards on the wall, Wang Houxiong and Xue Jinxing are so friendly on the table, and Jay Chou's CD and Li Yuchun's poster are faintly exposed under the book.

Time went back to [-]!

He returned to his former room!

Old Yang was reborn and became Xiao Yang!

I looked in the mirror in disbelief and was happy.Whose child is so handsome and unrestrained Yushu Linfeng romantic suave!

Despite the unique conditions and the bonus of being reborn, Yang Yimu doesn't want to be a star again.For him, the most important thing is to pamper Xie Yanchu desperately.

"Yimu—hey, you bastard got up quite early today." My mother was ten years younger, and she was still dressed in the style that was popular in the early 21st century, staring at the same beautiful eyes as Yang Yimu.

"You call me a little brat when you get up early. Mom, you're insulting yourself."

Yang's mother lifted the quilt, and Yang Yimu, who was only wearing panties, quickly jumped up from the bed. My mother is only in her thirties now, and she is actually almost thirty. Being looked at like this is simply...

Hey, forget it.Yang Yimu put on his school uniform pants resignedly.

He took some water from the washbasin and splashed it on his face, "Flower wipe, it's so cold!"

Now completely awake.

Breakfast is already on the table, old Beicheng bean juice, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, tea eggs.Yang Yimu took some of everything, and the new skin ate the old food, the memories of the taste buds were awakened, and the cells in the body finally gradually recovered.

Yang Yimu ate breakfast quickly, took his schoolbag and bid farewell to his parents.He wanted to hurry up and meet those partners.

The hutongs of Old Beicheng are filled with the noise of selling soybean milk fried dough stick buns and everyone saying hello.

Yang Yimu was riding his father's second-hand old-fashioned bicycle with bars, humming a ditty.Something was suddenly stuffed into the basket.It's a pack of milk.

The man sped up and rode in front of him.The wind blowing from the top of the school uniform floated in the alley.

The blue and white one-size-fits-all school uniform, with the words 'Northern City Affiliated High School' marked with white rubber on the chest, was put on Xie Yanchu's body, but it looked like a white poplar before the founding of the People's Republic of China, chic and unrestrained, so fresh in the morning sun good.

I'm back, Xie Yanchu.

Yang Yimu's heart moved, he accelerated and rode a few times, the classic Phoenix car made a creaking sound, and he struggled to catch up with Xie Yanchu's latest mountain bike.

"Hey, Xie Yanchu, don't ride so fast! Why do you give me milk? You think I'm not tall?" Yang Yimu rode side by side with him. Xie Yanchu's height was already 1.8 meters five in the third year of high school, while Yang Yimu was only 1.7 meters at this time, which is among the boys Belongs to just enough level.

"Drink some milk for nourishment. It will be difficult to find a partner in the future." Xie Yanchu calmly slowed down.

"..." heartbroken.Why do you have to worry about finding a partner when you are young!

It took about 10 minutes to drive to Beicheng High School. The two locked the cars side by side. Xie Yanchu suddenly asked, "Why did you bring so many books today?"

"You can't bring books to school!" Yang Yimu was a little embarrassed.The scumbag was discovered by the top student and actually wanted to study, as shy as if he hadn't had the first time.

Class 6 of high school.

Xie Yanchu's seat is behind Yang Yimu.In the morning reading class, Yang Yimu listened to Xie Yanchu for two years. His authentic American English made Yang Yimu never embarrassed to open his mouth to read. What's more, at a glance, he even didn't know many key words marked in bold.

Yang Yimu is drinking milk and reading a book.

Fang Lang at the same table also arrived at this time, digging out things in a hurry, with big dark circles on his face.Yang Yimu couldn't help asking, "Where did you let go last night?"

"Master Lang!" Fang Lang whispered, "Labor and capital wrote love letters until two o'clock in the morning, and this time they will definitely win...Hey, you are studying early and drinking milk again. Be careful when the head teacher comes and makes you stand as a punishment."

"Anyway, I don't know English, so I guess I've failed the exam, alas." Yang Yimu drank two more gulps, lay down on the table listlessly, his nails unconsciously scratched deep scratches on the book.

"You will definitely pass the exam." Xie Yanchu frowned after hearing this, and poked his limp spine with the test paper.

Yang Yimu is happy, and he doesn't know that he is going to apply for the Department of Business Administration of Beicheng University. According to the current ranking of 40/60 in the class, unless his head is hanging from the beam and his buttocks are pierced, he will probably end up studying Beicheng Films in the way of a crane tail college.

The cannibal circle, Yang Yimu felt guilty when he thought about it.

But Xie Yanchu's serious look really made Yang Yimu's depressed state of mind a lot better, and he moved to Xie Yanchu's desk, "During the exam, can you lend me your brain?"

Without raising his head, Xie Yanchu flipped through the test paper, "Speak in human terms."

"Give me tutoring, sir!"