after boyfriend rebirth

"It's not because of me—" Yang Yimu raised his arm to straighten Xie Yanchu's head, making him face towards him, but he was frightened by the rare sternness in his eyes, and he couldn't utter half a sentence of insincere words .

If it was in the previous life, chatting with one word was not speculative, and she would shake her face and leave.They never tire of using the way of quarreling to spy on each other to see how much position they occupy in each other's heart.

Now it is unnecessary.It may be because Xie Yanchu even wanted Yang Yimu, who was paralyzed, even if he went bankrupt.This gave Yang Yimu great confidence, as if he had played a spade and had a big and small king in his cuffs, so he was not afraid of left and right.

He just didn't expect that before, he was so proud that he didn't care about others, but now he fell into an exaggerated self-loathing.

Xie Yanchu was cold to him again, and he came back to his senses. It was not his high gambling skills, it was Xie Yanchu who tolerated his cheating, no matter how bad the skills were.

Yang Yimu and Xie Yanchu looked at each other expressionlessly for a few seconds, then opened their mouths and bit on that lip.

Xie Yanchu was so burned by his legs wrapped around his waist, he threw away the book in his hand and didn't know which page he was looking at, and punched his upturned buttocks.

Yang Yimu screamed, the hot slap was not what he expected.

During these eleven days, Xie Yanchu put all his energy into filming, even when he was not waiting for the scene, he was tense, otherwise he might not have been set up by Yunlin at any time.

Eight out of ten times when he didn't answer Yang Yimu's call, it was because he was really on a show, and that time Yunlin answered his call, someone quietly told him.

Xie Yanchu upheld the attitude of being courteous to anyone who offends me, and didn't bother with her.But one time when he went back after filming Big Night and saw Yunlin lying on his bed in his pajamas, Xie Yanchu became angry.

"Get out." Xie Yanchu frowned, and began to weigh the importance and necessity of reporting her to the director.

Yunlin pretended not to understand, "Yanchu? Did you go to the wrong room? Why do you have the key card for my room?"

"..." Every time Xie Yanchu dealt with her, he had a difficult feeling, and he didn't understand why there were such shameless women in the world.

Xie Yanchu, who was in dire straits, missed Yang Yimu more and more, and the feeling of him sleeping in his arms, thin, small, obedient, and soft.

"I didn't leave first on purpose, I left a note for you!" When Yang Yimu was beaten by Xie Yanchu's leg, he raised his hand and grabbed the arm of his boyfriend.

"Yes. You didn't do it on purpose. You did it on purpose." Xie Yanchu's expression finally stopped being so terrifying. Before Yang Yimu had time to savor the sound of the iceberg crumbling on Lao Xie's face, he shouted again, "Oh, oh Oh it hurts!"

Xie Yanchu wrapped his upturned buttocks with his big hands, stopped pinching him, and rubbed him slowly, "Next time there is such a thing, just like now, the family will take care of it."

"You are domestic violence, and the country has long stopped advocating it!" Yang Yimu buried his neck and rubbed against his neck, like a little golden retriever finally recognized by its owner.

"The country doesn't advocate same-sex marriage yet, and I haven't seen what's wrong with you." Xie Yanchu came to the kitchen with the little golden retriever on his back, looked at the ingredients he bought, and was stunned, "I also bought ribs? Eat two kinds of meat in one meal?"

The little golden retriever rubbed against his neck again, with a cheerful voice, "No, I thought that if you are still angry, I will make dumplings, and if you are not angry, make me ribs."

"You are the thief." Xie Yanchu patted his butt, "Come down, I will do it at noon."

"I'll help you." Yang Yimu rolled up his sleeves, took a small basket, eager to try.

Xie Yanchu took the small basket in his hand and put it into the sink, and pushed the person to the living room, "No, you go play with yours."

Yang Yimu fell backwards, with the weight of his whole body resting on the big hands behind his back, as if he couldn't move no matter how hard he pushed.

"There is a gift I brought you in the suitcase—" Before he finished speaking, Yang Yimu disappeared with a light hand.Xie Yanchu had expected this to happen, so he turned around and continued to wash the ribs.

Yang Yimu squatted in front of the suitcase and picked up gifts, as if he had never seen the world.

Now he can look through it like he did in his previous life without any scruples and see that Song Baicheng's favorite things are also in it.Even if Xie Yanchu explained that it was what Song Baicheng wanted, it still couldn't cure Yang Yimu's inner conflict between heaven and man.

The inside of the big box with black leather snake pattern is divided into several big pieces, one piece is for food and local specialties, one piece is signed by the crew and the director, and one piece is the last time when Yang Yimu went to see him, the bus stopped in the mountains, and Yang Yimu was on the side of the road Picked up a few rocks.When he left in a hurry, Yang Yimu left the stone in the corner of Xie Yanchu's room, unexpectedly he washed it clean and brought it back.

Yang Yimu hugged the biggest rock, shaped a bit like a welcoming pine, and ran to the kitchen door to watch Xie Yanchu busy, "Hey, why did you bring this back, isn't it annoying?"

Xie Yanchu patted the scallion, looked back, very calmly, "It's not heavy."

The focus of the two people is completely different.Yang Yimu chuckled, "Couldn't it be hugging it to sleep every night?"

Before Xie Yanchu made a sound, Yang Yimu happily walked away with the stone in his hands.

"..." This child is so easy to be self-satisfied.

Three dishes at noon, sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled cucumbers, scrambled eggs with cucumbers.A soup, tomato and egg soup.

Yang Yimu caught a small rib, tasted it suspiciously, and his face turned pale, "Damn it, how do your ribs cook so well?"

The color, smell and taste are exactly the same as the ones he ate before.If he hadn't pinched himself secretly, Yang Yimu would have thought that sitting in front of him was Xie Yanchu from his previous life.

"Talent." Chef Xie raised his eyebrows.

"Who are you bluffing!" Yang Yimu didn't believe in this evil, so he tasted a few more, each one was fragrant and full of aftertaste, "I really saw a ghost..."

In the previous life, Xie Yanchu’s skills in making pork ribs were all practiced by Yang Yimu. The first time he made it, it was a pot of black slag. When he poked it with chopsticks, he could still find red meat. At that time, Yang Yimu ate one for his face, and could he not spit it out? Totally the power of love.

Just about to ask again, Xie Yanchu's cell phone rang.

"Is there something wrong?" Yang Yimu's ears were already pricked up.

There was an old voice over there, "Xie Yanchu? I'm Chu Lu."

"Chu law?" Xie Yanchu subconsciously repeated, but saw Yang Yimu's excited eyes.

"It's like this. I met you in the crew of "Wu Li Ji Shi" a while ago, and I think your voice is what I want. Are you interested in collaborating with me on a song?"

"Which song...uh..." Yang Yimu's thigh was pinched, Xie Yanchu glanced at him to signal not to cause trouble, but received a look that promised to make trouble with you, "Okay. It's a great honor."

"I'll give you the lyrics and demo right away."

Chu Lu was very efficient, and within a few minutes, there were more songs in Xie Yanchu's mailbox.

Attachment: "First Sight"

Memories are always dyed with the rouge of the Qinhuai River

Maybe the story begins in the twilight

The age is gone, don't be alone anymore

The South Branch of Yue Bird's Nest, but I went all the way north

……

Light rain on the way outside the window forms a freehand line

at a loss

The ancient city is sunny and the evening bell is ringing

Prajna wishes Yongan

Pingwu is in front of Qingchuan

fools don't say goodbye

time of ups and downs

go away again for many years

……

Perhaps because he ate too much ribs, Yang Yimu encountered embarrassment in the toilet the next morning.

There are two bathrooms in Xie Yanchu's house, and the other structures are the same, except that one has a toilet and the other is a squat toilet.

The bathroom with toilet is relatively close to the master bedroom. When Yang Yimu yawned and got up to look for the toilet, it was locked by Xie Yanchu, and the sound of water was splashing, indicating that he was taking a shower.

Yang Yimu went to the one farther away with his cell phone on the head of the bird's nest, and almost couldn't get up after squatting.

When you are constipated, you should not take your mobile phone with you to the toilet, not even a piece of paper with writing on it.When Yang Yimu realized this, his legs felt as if he was stepping on cotton, he squeezed his calf, his pulse seemed to be flowing, and it swelled a lot.

That feeling is like returning to the time of paralysis.Obviously a little fuzzy feeling, feeling that the body is his own, but he can't move at all.It doesn't hurt, but it's very uncomfortable from the bottom of my heart, because I know in my heart that sooner or later, the muscles will die, shrink, and become unsightly.

What is disabled is what is disabled.Anyone with a little life experience knows how crisp and crisp carrots are different from sun-dried carrots.

Yang Yimu leaned on the washing machine in the bathroom, touched his leg with one hand, and now he couldn't move at all.The skin seems to still have the feeling of when Xie Yanchu gave him a massage before, but the time has passed for too long, and the memory has blurred the intensity and weakened the warmth. Only the curvature of those big hands seems to be wrapped around every part of the body, and I can't forget it no matter what. Lose.

After Xie Yanchu took a shower, he changed his clothes and came out, but Yang Yimu yelled a few times, but Yang Yimu didn't answer.After searching every room, I finally found the silly child who was staring blankly in another bathroom.Without further ado, Chaoshou carried Yang Yimu back to the sofa in the living room. Yang Yimu muffled his neck and said, "The pork ribs you made are so delicious."

"In the future, we should eat more vegetables and not picky eaters." Xie Yanchu said helplessly.

On the other hand, he took a hot towel and applied it on his calf, massaging his calf.

Yang Yimu quietly put back the heat in his eyes, and stopped looking into it.

Living comfortably in Xie Yanchu's place, the two of them coincidentally gave themselves a vacation, and did not return to school for three whole days.

To put it bluntly, it’s the same in college. No reply for three days and no reply for 30 days are the same effect. As long as you have a Haidilao meal with your good friends in advance to solve the daily routine of roll call and handing in homework, the rest of the days are "please free'...

When Yang Yimu went back on April [-]st, the dormitory was still the same as when he left.The curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in.Xie Yanxun was playing games with his desk lamp on, and Zhou Zhi's quilt was bulging, and he remained motionless.

"Brush—" Yang Yimu opened the curtains.

"It's dead, it's dead!" Xie Yanxun had been playing all night, his eyes were pierced by the sun, and his hands were shaking, "He's taking the head!"

"Yang Yimu! You are killing me!" The quilt on the upper bunk slowly squirmed, and a lump of limp Bai Wuchang emerged from it.

"Hahahahahaha..." Yang Yimu saw Zhou Zhi with dark circles and dull eyes, as if his belly button had been poked on the laugh button.

"What's the matter, you got hit by the spiced itching powder?" Zhou Zhi rolled over from under the quilt, his arms hanging down feebly and shaking.

"Hahahahahaha..."

Yang Yimu's laughter stopped abruptly when Zhou Zhi threw down a light blue exercise book from the bed.

"Fuck, what is this?"

Zhou Zhi's sleepy soul is still wandering, "It's written on the leather, don't you know how to read it yourself?"

"NO! Didn't we send out a white paper earlier!" Yang Yimu couldn't believe the high-level sprint training manual, "I'm colorblind?!"

"You have good eyesight, it's because there are many things at school." Xie Yanxun started another game, "Fat Zhou said, hand it over on the weekend."

"Hey, who are you kidding!" Yang Yimu took out his bookshelf, and finally found a white exercise book based on his impressions, "Look at it! This is what the school sent! You pretend I don't know today's April Fool's Day!"

Zhou Zhi was stumped by the blue booklet thrown by the angry Yang Yimu, and he didn't have any desire to get out of bed, "Ah...Yang Yimu, let me tell you, I brought the words with me, and I won't ask if you hand it over... Sleepy……"

"Yang Yimu, take it and read it yourself!" Xie Yanxun was annoyed by his reading, "The white ones are for basic training, and the blue ones are for sprint training! Fat Zhou said it! 60% of the questions in the midterm exam are white, and 20% of the questions are white. % of the questions are blue-skinned, 10% attendance, 10% homework. You figure it out.”

"...Where's your homework? Hurry up and let me learn from it!"

Zhou Zhi stretched out one arm again.Yang Yimu rushed over and hugged it as if he saw a pig's elbow, "Zhou Zhi, are you starving? I'll take you to the city for a meal?"

"It's useless to call him uncle." Xie Yanxun added another knife, "Our class assignment was just handed in yesterday."

"Damn it! Xie Yanxun, your brother loves you!" Yang Yimu let go of Zhou Zhi's white jade elbow, and went to hold the network cable of the dormitory, "I'm back today, you handed it in yesterday?!"

"Damn it, don't unplug the network cable! What if you don't pay?" Xie Yanxun clicked the mouse and used the stun skill on the opponent before he breathed a sigh of relief, "Fat Zhou was called when he handed in yesterday, and those who didn't come will send it today past!"

"I can't even write!" Yang Yimu was chilled in the spring.

"Can you open it and have a look?" Zhou Zhi lowered his hand again, "Banhua has written it for you. Go out and turn right to the teaching building. I won't send it."

Yang Yimu experienced the warmth and coldness of the world in just a few minutes when he returned to the dormitory.

Anyway, he gave Fat Zhou his homework, and Xie Yanchu's call also came.

He has already entered the recording studio, and he tried to sing several times when he was with Yang Yimu, and he feels that he has found almost the same.

"It's hard to live, people don't even have basic trust..." Yang Yimu poured his bitterness behind the big mirror of the teaching building with his mobile phone in his hand.

"No." Xie Yanchu's voice was as if icy, "Xie Yanxun said, is there a class girl to help you with your homework? Come back tonight and talk about it."

"..."

Yang Yimu suddenly remembered an incident in his previous life. Xie Yanchu was also jealous, and the two almost broke up on the street.

"Let's go separately, I'm still in a hurry to announce, I don't want to quarrel with you." Yang Yimu's voice was low.Partnering with Yunlin was not what he wanted, and he had already quarreled with his agent because of this, but Yang Yimu could stand up alone, but he couldn't stand Xie Yanchu's cold face and harsh criticism.

"Don't make trouble, I will go to America in a few hours, can't you behave better?"

"If you want to be good, go to Song Baicheng, don't be angry with me here!"

Xie Yanchu was not brought up as a young master, but at least he has self-esteem. Hearing this, he gave Yang Yimu a hard look, turned his head and strode away.

Yang Yimu was stunned for a moment, so angry that blood rushed to Tianling Gai.

If you want to find Song Baicheng, go find him!If you want to go to the United States, go away!You are still used to it!

The temperature of the sun became a little weaker, and Yang Yimu looked at the people who had gone and returned in surprise.

As soon as he lowered his head, there was an extra few hundred yuan in his hand that was clumped together because of Xie Yanchu's hasty action of inserting money.

Feeling a bit dumbfounded, Yang Yimu held back his face and said coldly, "I have a card."

"Take it as change for a taxi." Xie Yanchu's expression was stiff, he gave the money to Yang Yimu and walked back.

Before Xie Yanchu came back, Yang Yimu had a car accident and still had the 500 yuan in his pocket.

Now Yang Yimu is leaning against the big mirror of the teaching building of Beicheng University, and because of laughing, his chest trembles a little, "I will coax you when I go back...record the song well."

"Is there a reward?" The mood over there also became better, and he began to laugh.

"If Mr. Chu praises you...um."