after boyfriend rebirth

"Be obedient, sleep for a while, when you wake up, you will see me when you open your eyes." Xie Yanchu lowered his head and kissed his forehead.

Yang Yimu closed his eyes obediently, his dense eyelashes closed lightly, without any will to survive.I thought to myself, see you again, there will only be an afterlife.

"Uncomfortable..." Yang Yimu curled up into a painful angle, and unconsciously, cold sweat broke out all over his body.

"Mumu? Mumu?" The familiar voice brought Yang Yimu out of the nightmare, sitting on the edge of the bed with a warm towel to wipe his sweat, except for Xie Yanchu, who was supposed to be filming in Yunnan, there was nothing else.

"Why are you back?" Yang Yimu took the towel and wiped it off by himself, feeling a little wet and sticky on his body.

Xie Yanchu's eyes sparked for a moment, and his tone became more serious, "What did I say before I left. You just take care of yourself like this? People are neither human nor ghost, and they don't even make people worry about sleeping!"

"Xie Yanchu, I have a question, you must answer me truthfully." Yang Yimu looked into Xie Yanchu's eyes, his eyes were serious and clear.

"I've never lied to you, in the last life, in this life and in the next life." Xie Yanchu still had dissatisfaction in his words, "It's not like some people who are riddled with lies and can't do big or small things—"

"Are you reliving your life too? Bringing the memories of your previous life with you? Otherwise, how could you make the sweet and sour pork ribs that I used to like? Why do you reject Song Baicheng so much? Tell me the truth, I can't hold it back anymore, and I will go crazy if I don't ask." .”

"Yes." Xie Yanchu did not hesitate.

Yang Yimu was prepared to be patted on the head by him and said, "You're sleepy, right?" He was trying to think about all the details that he had missed before, but he was blown up by a time bomb that fell from the sky.

"What should I say?" Yang Yimu tried to smile, but tears came out first.

"Don't say anything. I know everything." Xie Yanchu wiped away the moisture from the corners of Yang Yimu's eyes with his fingertips, and patted him on the back with a gentle and stable tone.

"I don't understand." Yang Yimu pulled his hand down and held it in the palm of ice coldly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Watching me deal with everything around me carefully every day, my life is like a tight string, Every day I struggle with whether to love you now without any grievances, or to die again, maybe I can see you at that time..." Yang Yimu collapsed in his arms, "I have thought of any way, I have thought of any way Try to go, are you punishing me, have you punished enough so far?"

"I don't know yet." Xie Yanchu had long arms and legs, habitually encircling his ice-cold limbs and pulling back the quilt.

Yang Yimu suddenly fell into a warm environment, his body fluttered uncontrollably and unrealistically.

"When were you reborn?"

Xie Yanchu smiled, "When I give you milk."

Yang Yimu thought about it carefully, a little uncertain, "...before you hit my palm with an iron ruler?"

"kindness."

Yang Yimu left a tooth mark on the chest muscles he trained in the slapping scene.

"What's the matter, it doesn't hurt to be hit by a car, but it hurts if you hit you twice?"

"Ten fingers connected to the heart, hello." Yang Yimu didn't even have the strength to refute when he was poked on the point.

"Why can't you think of me when you were hit by a car. What's the matter with charging interest?"

"Can we turn the page, can I want to hit the car by myself! I'm not sick! If I don't ask you, when are you going to tell me, and never tell me for the rest of your life?"

"It's been so long, no matter how stupid you are, you should have discovered it." Xie Yanchu wrapped him around him, and the lost and recovered became more and more like jewels.

"..." Yang Yimu was dissatisfied, and tried to raise his head frequently, "I'm so stupid! I'm Yang Jiji!"

Xie Yanchu pressed his restless head back to his chest, "Go on to sleep."

"Your heart has hardened." Yang Yimu complained in a low voice.

"So if you do something wrong again in the future, you will really be beaten." In a place Yang Yimu couldn't see, Xie Yanchu closed his bloodshot eyes, and kept patting his back with his hand without stopping.

"You don't want to..." Yang Yimu's eyes widened, and he tried to look up at his expression again.

"Do you want to try?" The head was pressed down again, and the voice above was a little cold.

"No, no, I can't sleep, I want to drink."

Xie Yanchu wanted to pat him on the back like a coaxing baby, and he almost fell asleep when he patted him so fast. Suddenly, Baby Yang came up with such a clever stroke, Xie Yanchu let go of him, and pointed to the suitcase in the corner without opening his eyes, "Take Yulin Spring and Lancang River in Yunnan. Go, don't drink too much."

When Xie Yanchu woke up again later, Yang Yimu had already leaned over beside him, and the wine bottle on the ground was empty to the bottom.

"Old Xie is not popular! It's hard to tolerate the law of nature!" Yang Yimu, whose hands and feet were spread open, smelled of alcohol, and did not forget to let out a loud voice.

Xie Yanchu kissed the corners of his lips that twitched from time to time, "It's pretty cute when you're drunk."

Impatient, Yang Yimu slapped him on the face, turned to face Xie Yanchu, opened his eyes wide to recognize him, and began to tell a cold joke with a smile, "Do you know why Mulan was not recognized? Because Mulan doesn't have long breasts, Ha ha ha ha!"

Xie Yanchu was helpless, instead of saying the joke was funny, it was better to say that the person who told the joke had vivid eyebrows and eyes.He was beside him, his face was slightly drunk, and his whole body exuded the smell that made his heart beat, no matter how many times he did it again, it would not change.

There are always people and things in life that are predestined, but he firmly believes that God's will cannot be violated.

"Ha, ha, ha, chirp." The person lying down gradually became dishonest, rubbing against Xie Yanchu's legs, perhaps inspired by that cold joke, Yang Yimu began to recite Mulan Ci with great effort.

"Mulan has no elder brother. Willing to be the city's pommel horse, from now on for the master! Conquer!"

Xie Yanchu laughed out loud, "If Honeysuckle knows about it, I have to give you a political lesson."

"Thousands of miles to go to the military plane, Guan Shandu is like flying. Fei...huh?" He forgot some sentences in the middle, and Xie Yanchu helped him recall, "Go to Ma Rufei with weak alcohol."

This poem is a series of poems, the two played in class before, Yang Yimu squinted his eyes and pointed at him suddenly, "It's interesting, I remember you."

"Continue to recite." Xie Yanchu didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Go to Ma Rufei, the wine power is weak..."

"I actually forgot to record the video." Xie Yanchu regretted that it was too late to go to the study to get the DV, and Yang Yimu might have finished memorizing it before he came back.

"Slow down."

"Ah? Oh. Okay." Yang Yimu consciously slowed down his speech by three points.

"So good." Xie Yanchu took the mobile phone that was charging on the bedside table. Fortunately, the data cable is long, and it is convenient to stand up and record.

The next day, Yang Yimu woke up with a hangover, and his face was disheveled after seeing the video.

"The general died in a hundred battles, the strong man, hiccup, returned after ten years! Come and keep drinking! Don't be like Lao Xie, who won't accompany me for a glass of wine!"

"I don't even know how you did it, but you went back behind your back." Xie Yanchu explained, "At that time, I just went to get my phone."

"..." Yang Yimu has a dark face. It's shameful enough to recite Mulan Ci when he's drunk, and hiccups can be interpreted as a physiological reaction, but now he's actually being persuaded to drink... There was a suspicious jitter on the screen for more than ten seconds , and Xie Yanchu's suppressed laughter was faintly heard.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it!" Yang Yimu rubbed his head back, trying to block Xie Yanchu's sight, and at the same time snatched the phone away.

The chest of the person behind him vibrated irregularly, Yang Yimu was about to get annoyed, but his big hand changed direction, put the phone on the bedside table, and circled him from behind.

"I really don't want you to go to Yunnan."

"Then let's go." Xie Yanchu sighed with a smile, "I should be content with this."

"I want to know what happened after my death." Yang Yimu paused, seeing that Xie Yanchu's Yintang was blackened and faintly resembling thunder, and added bluntly, "Huh? Was there a hereiam at the funeral at that time? There was also a sea burial No?"

"You are really undercut all the time." Xie Yanchu gritted his teeth, "I was short of money at that time, so I found the black market and sold your body. The kidneys were sold to Argentina, the stomach to Mumbai, the corneas to the United States, and the head. what-"

"What's wrong with your head." Yang Yimu blinked his big eyes a few times.

"They say you've been lying down for too long, and your cerebellum has shrunk, so you can sell it cheaper than your cornea."

"Pfft, don't be funny."

Xie Yanchu's face remained unchanged, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him, "Later I heard that the black market boss is very perverted, he likes to collect corpses, and he has a habit of cooking and eating the brains of beautiful corpses."

"……and then."

"He gave me 60 yuan. I used this money to buy a small company that was on the verge of bankruptcy. It took two years to make it bigger. In the end, I probably sold you, so I suffered retribution. I reorganized a group and came back. There was a car accident on the road."

Yang Yimu didn't believe it at first, but after listening to him speak vividly as if it was true, he became dubious, "What's the name of that group?"

"Zhou Shi."

Yang Yimu swallowed, "Then have you ever asked Song Baicheng why he always targets me?"

"It's a long story."

"Let's talk about the important ones first, and I'll add the specific details later!" Yang Yimu's phone rang untimely, and after hearing a few words, Yang Baobao, who was still reluctant and persuasive just now, immediately bounced back and pushed Xie Yanchu's away bravely and accurately. "I have something to do, let's go out first, hurry up, get up and go back to filming."

"..."

Yang Yimu comforted the sullen person on the bed while putting on his trousers, "Really, I have a surprise for you when you come back. It doesn't matter if you win the prize or not, okay?"

"I decide for myself."

"Okay." That's a surprise.Yang Yimu fully agreed, and at the same time, he was ready to deny any account.

In the viewing restaurant, Fang Lang's father sat where Fang Lang sat last time, with a kind face, but what he brought was not good news.

"I've already paid 100 million, and I've made it clear what needs to be said. How can you suddenly go back on your word?" Yang Yimu's heart was filled with anger, but since he was an elder, it was difficult to question him too much.

"Xiao Yang, it's really uncle who's sorry for you this time. But uncle didn't mean it, it's really helpless..."

"What the hell happened?"

"Key links in the processing chain have been seized."

"Who?" Yang Yimu's right eyelid twitched suddenly, "At least, let me know how I got stuck."

"Zhou Shi."

"What?!" Yang Yimu's violent reaction almost choked Papa Fang who was drinking coffee.

"You really know him?"

Yang Yimu got up in a hurry, "Uncle, I'm leaving first. Don't rush to return the money to me, I'll think of a way."

More than knowing.Yang Yimu felt his scalp tingling. The car accident that paralyzed him in his previous life happened on the way back from Zhou Zhi's house.

Originally, he set foot on the way back with full of joy, thinking that he was heading for the days of Qingfan Hengyuan, with him and wine, mountains and seas, and a lifetime.

But the side issues are unreasonable, and after waking up, the city is still lost in wind and snow.