after boyfriend rebirth

"I thought you would be more interested in technology." Fang Lang himself didn't even want to take over the country that his father had won, and expressed incomprehension of Yang Yimu's enthusiasm.

"It's not the time yet. Now that the economy is in a downturn, many old industries have laid off employees. It is hard to say whether the emerging high-tech industries can survive safely. Besides, there is no shame in engaging in coal mines. Electricity, metallurgy, chemicals and building materials, which one does not need coal mines?" ?” Yang Yimu threw a melon seed into his mouth.

"You can really see it." Fang Lang folded his arms and leaned back on the sofa behind him, "Why don't we change? You go to be a coal boss with my dad, and I will go to Beicheng University for further study."

"What, did you have a problem with Sister Douya?" Yang Yimu stopped moving.

"Generation gap! I don't understand her terminology, and she is not interested in the drama performances at my school." Fang Lang looked a little far away, "I don't think my mind has changed at all. I am still the same as before, but the two of us How did it become like this?"

The waiter served two more glasses of iced Americano, and Yang Yimu sipped it, tasteless.Xie Yanchu's vision is so sharp that he can even see through the changes in Fang Lang and Xu Shanshan. How could he not know about his fancy tricks since the third year of high school?

If he is really born again.

But after such a long time, Yang Yimu himself has no scruples, and he has many flaws, he can actually hold back and smile at each other.The ruthlessness of his heart, the darkness of his means, and the depth of the city all made Yang Yimu feel panic in his heart.

In his previous life, he was so angry with Xie Yanchu...

The mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly, and the screen shook in front of Yang Yimu, and the "silly big guy" that had been remarked was replaced by "darling" by that person at some point.

"Your girlfriend?" Fang Lang narrowed his eyes and grinned.

"What's the matter?" Yang Yimu quickly pushed Fang Lang's head back, and picked up the phone with the other hand, naturally without a good voice.

"Hey, can't you call if you have nothing to do?" There was a choke on the other side.

"It's okay, I'm hanging up."

"No, I drank too much—hiccup."

Yang Yimu could feel the smell of alcohol through the screen, as if sitting in front of him was that guy, his cheeks were slightly red, and his forehead was wrinkled like an old man because of discomfort.

"One female sheep~"

"Don't call me by my name. Go drink some water, bye!"

"A female sheep!" Xie Yanchu seemed to be really uncomfortable, and after a few bangs and bangs, there was no sound at all.

"..." Yang Yimu was worried about what would happen if he really drank, so he plugged in the earphone in his left ear, and looked up to see Fang Lang's curiosity, "Look?! Drink your stuff!"

"It's so violent! It's definitely not a woman." Fang Lang trembled.

The earphones began to rustle again, "I just fell asleep on the carpet, she-goat! I will help you drink in the future, and you will help me eat meat. Huh? Drinking too much is too uncomfortable."

"But I don't like meat either." Yang Yimu's brows were soft and calm.

"……Pita Bread In Mutton Soup?"

"make a deal!"

With a burning stomach, Xie Yanchu moved to the sofa to lie down, and obediently poured himself a cup of hot water to warm it there, "You, if you hadn't met me, would you like girls?"

"Well, yes, it must be to get married. If you are in love, you should be serious." Yang Yimu replied casually.

Xie Yanchu closed his eyes and remained silent.If he hadn't planned to be with Yang Yimu at the beginning, Yang Yimu might be holding hands with a gentle and lovely girl and walking across the Shuangke Bridge in the Xiyuan of Beicheng University. Sleepy winter.

No matter who the person next to Yang Yimu is, it has nothing to do with him.

But there are not so many ifs in the world.So Xie Yanchu could only treat Yang Yimu more kindly, making up for what he had accidentally lost, the right to fall in love calmly and gently like ordinary people.

Yang Yimu was not in a hurry, and let the silence in the microphone spread between the two of them.The good-looking fingers tapped the table again and again, and when Fang Lang went to the bathroom, he retracted his hand in a leisurely manner, rubbed the coffee cup, and said in an understatement, "Oh, by the way, my request is very simple. It doesn't take much Good-looking, I only want to be emotionally specific, I am an actor."

At that moment, Xie Yanchu felt that he was suffering from severe auditory hallucinations, his whole body was wrapped in a big cotton cloud, and he was unbelievably satisfied.The heart twitched suddenly, as if it had been winded up by a repairman, and then it had the strength to overcome the resistance and walk down with a swing.

"Hello? Are you listening?"

The three souls found the seven orifices, and the warm boiling water flowed through the esophagus, the smile on the corners of Xie Yanchu's lips grew bigger and bigger.

"Well, here it is."

"Go to sleep and film well. When the time comes to win an award, I will consider promising you one thing."

When Xie Yanchu fell asleep, the cat outside the window meowed, and quietly left the balcony on the small pad.

It's good to meet Wu Yin in the drunk.

When Yang Yimu went back to school, he walked through the west gate. The owner of the newsstand was drying dried persimmons. Yang Yimu took a second look, and then his gaze stayed on the latest edition of the entertainment newspaper.On the big headlines, there is the planning of the Starlight Ceremony, the first birthday.

Yang Yimu used to call him Lao Zhou.At that time, Yang Yimu was not well-known, and his first birthday was not as sharp as later. The two once held a bottle of dark beer and blew each other on the glass roof of Xicheng Street.The atmosphere of literature and art in the sky and the ground swept in the cool wind on a July night, making the crooked wine bottles drunk all over the place.

Yang Yimu is wearing a certain brand of sportswear with a very affordable price, which is a common style on university campuses, but it shows a bit of a unique charm when he wears it.

At that time he liked to buy a size up, including shoes.In this way, when running on the court, a cloak will be puffed up on the back, and the smell of sweat will not be so heavy.

My stomach bloated from beer, and for a moment the sky seemed to be approaching dawn.

Before Lao Zhou, he was the most uncomfortable to see. "When you fall in love, do you play poker or tug-of-war? How many trump cards are in your hand or are you sure that the other party will let you go? Have you ever thought that the rules of the game may never be made by you. Even if you have kings and kings in your hand, he will I can kill you with a 1!"

"You're so talkative, let's start a talk show, it's going to be hot."

"Can you stop changing the subject?" Old Zhou is not usually a chatty person, but when he meets Yang Yimu, who is such an uneasy master, he can be driven into a lunatic no matter how precious words are.

Yang Yimu laughed loudly, and didn't take the move head-on.

"I just think that you are wasting your life in terms of efficiency, and there is little need to persevere."

"Then you admit that it is necessary."

"...Dunima said nothing."

"I understand what you mean." Yang Yimu raised his elbow to touch Lao Zhou, "but I also keep my own persistence. OK?"

When he wandered on the edge of what people usually consider a dangerous relationship, Lao Zhou did not alienate him.

When he became the third party that everyone pointed at, Lao Zhou, who knew the twists and turns here, did not give up on him.

After the photos with Zhou Zhi broke out, Zhou Sui completely gave up on him.

Not thinking about going back to the dormitory, Yang Yimu stuffed the newspaper into his backpack and got on the subway to Yichu Mansion.

As soon as he arrived at Xie Yanchu's apartment, he took a quick shower, Yang Yimu wrapped Xie Yanchu's loose shirt and plunged into the quilt.After a few deep breaths, Yang Yimu, who was tired from brainstorming today, completely fell into a familiar nothingness.

Once again, I dreamed of the time we went to Las Vegas together in the previous life.

In terms of handling things, Xie Yanchu was enough for him to follow him at ease, without reporting to a tour group, and going to an unfamiliar country.He will arrange every day of the planned trip to the hour, and let him visit every scenic spot.

Yang Yimu followed Xie Yanchu out of the house and never took his brains. He walked in the footsteps of Xie Yanchu in the sun with peace of mind. He was dazed and frizzy. The food that I have been craving for a long time in front of the picture.With all these things, even if he capriciously added inexplicable requests in the middle, Xie Yanchu was not in a hurry or impatient at all.

Every clear or secret wish will be satisfied to the greatest extent, but at that time, Yang Yimu had a heartless and just right smile on his face, but he couldn't help wondering in his heart whether Xie Yanchu was also playing the role when he was with Song Baicheng. Playing the role of such a five-good lover.

Perhaps these warm palms that were rubbing his head used to hold a hair dryer in one hand and gently stroke Song Baicheng's soft hair with the other.

Even if it was a light yellow bird's nest, it was more grand than his own, and it was justifiably named.

If the clock is turned back to the moment when he promised Song Baicheng, he will not repeat his original decision at any cost.Yang Yimu never dared to think about it, but every time he thought about it accidentally, his heart felt as if he was soaked in bitter melon juice, swaying for a while.

Xie Yanchu didn't confess his love at that time, and the two of them kept their secrets in their own minds. Yang Yimu thought that he could bear the pain of matching Xie Yanchu and Song Baicheng together.

If you decide to quit, then completely abandon that bit of ambiguity, don't start, don't pay attention, don't take a step forward, even if the price is to retreat thousands of times.

But... when you are in love, you should not indulge, not even a little bit of relaxation.

The rumbling thunderstorm blasted outside the window, and the curtains fluttered slightly. The atmosphere was exactly the same as the last night in the hospital.

Song Baicheng is here again.There was still unremoved makeup on the face, and the lines at the end of the eyes were slowly drawn and slender, but at a glance, they were exactly the same as Yang Yimu.How many times has he moved the knife to make himself look like Yang Yimu?Now that Yang Yimu's reputation has been ruined, what good is there to be like him?

"Old Xie's company is in a downturn right now. He can only eat one meal a day, and he can save a little bit. For you? He can't wait to get all the best and put it on your little broken table. What can you do? Lying here like a plant is disgusting."

Those words were like sharp cones, making Yang Yimu feel like he was lying on pins and needles.

"To tell you the truth. I don't like Xie Yanchu as much as you think, I just hate you."

"I, Song Baicheng, hate people like you the most in my life. I don't know how to be blessed when I am blessed."

"If you want to die, why don't you just die? You can't live without a clue, and you can't die like a person. I really look down on you. Xie Yanchu has been blind for so many years. Maybe it's a blessing you cultivated in your previous life. It's a pity. , was ruined by you."

"By the way, I haven't looked in the mirror for a long time. Tsk, you don't know your face." Song Baicheng sneered, Yang Yimu's face looked even paler and terrifying under the strong light of the ceiling lamp.

That fresh scar was shaved by Xie Yanchu, who was not skilled enough with a blade, so he accidentally cut it.

If it wasn't for the one-time blade, Yang Yimu would not have known that Xie Yanchu had been dragged down by him.

Who still shaves with a blade these days.

Just thinking about all the embarrassments and difficulties Xie Yanchu encountered in places where he could not see, Yang Yimu already blamed himself to the point of being unable to add more.

Song Baicheng lifted up the quilt, and the mobile phone held in the other hand slowly shot up with the movement, "Look at your current honor. If I post a second photo on Weibo, those true loves of yours back then Fan, will you show some sympathy for your embarrassment? Or do you think you deserve it?"

Halfway through the shooting, Song Baicheng's cell phone rang suddenly, and he put down Yang Yimu's quilt, "One year old?"

Yang Yimu heard Lao Zhou's irritable voice clearly, "Where did you go? Didn't you say that you are not allowed to be late for the awards ceremony tonight!"

"There's still 10 minutes left, I'm going right now, what's the rush..." Song Baicheng said, and looked at Yang Yimu again, "Well, you can just pretend to be dead here. I have to go to accept the award."

Along with the doorknob sliding down, there are two pieces of wetness in the corners of Yang Yimu's eyes.