after boyfriend rebirth

It was almost morning when Xie Yanchu opened the door and came in.

The dew was even deeper, and he was wrapped in a cold wave, carrying a soup bag bought on the way home in his hand.

"Hey, don't you want to control your weight today?" Yang Yimu was playing games on the sofa in one-piece pajamas, when he heard the voice, he took the bag in his hand, sniffed it a few times, "Go to Long Dongqiang."

"But I also did it tonight—" Yang Yimu suddenly didn't want to make a fool of himself when he caught sight of the colorless and odorless object on the table.

"Eat it all." Xie Yanchu had already walked to the table, and the moment he took off the glass cover, he was grateful for his hard work, and something jumped up in his chest, as if it was going to burst out.

Today, finally, there is a little more down-to-earth reality about happiness than before.

It was cold and windy outside the door, and there were many difficulties, but there was smoke from cooking at home.

"But, aren't you afraid of getting fat? Anniversary Tete called me just now to ask me to take care of you. I just won an award, and there will be a lot of announcements recently."

"Do some exercise for a while."

"What luck..." The sound was automatically muted.Yang Yimu sat back on the sofa, played games silently, and tried his best to make a deaf mushroom.

"Are you taking revenge on me for cheating on you tonight?" Xie Yanchu picked up a piece of chopsticks with his slender fingers and put them into his mouth, frowning.

Yang Yimu recovered from the daze that burned his ears, the ball on the screen rolled around and never went into it once, "... huh?"

"Did the price of sugar drop? So willing."

"...How about I add some vinegar to you?" Yang Yimu suddenly realized that he must have lost his mind when he heard the best newcomer award. "Sweet and sour?"

"No need." Xie Yanchu paused for a moment with the chopsticks in his hand, protecting the plate from him to take it away, "If adding vinegar is useful, what do you need the chef to do?"

Yang Yimu didn't understand all of a sudden, "Is this sentence mocking me? Did I get it right?"

"I didn't say anything." Xie Yanchu took another bite.

This person clearly hates things that are too sweet.Yang Yimu wanted to laugh, "On a rainy day, the Newcomer Award and rice rolls are more suitable—"

The unfinished words were stuck on his lips.

It turns out that the sweet rice rolls taste really weird.

Yang Yimu wanted to vomit several times, but was bluffed by Xie Yanchu's eyes of "try it if you dare to vomit". He was so bitter that he swallowed without chewing.

"Don't eat it. There are still dumplings brought by my mother in the refrigerator. I'll get them for you. The soup dumplings are not cold yet."

The cabbage and pork dumplings made by Yang's mother, the cabbage is processed with her own secret sauce, which is the taste of the old North City that cannot be tasted elsewhere.

"No—if you want to stay up all night."

Yang Yimu really stopped, "Then, then I'll go wash the dishes after you eat. I'll go out with you for a run later?"

Xie Yanchu put the dinner plate on the table in dissatisfaction. The ceramic plate was white and simple, and it made a crisp sound when it hit the marble table.Yang Yimu was brought back by his collar, and he leaned back into the sofa.

"Why don't you ask?" This hint can no longer be regarded as a hint, and it can be figured out with a little bit of ingenuity.

"what?"

Xie Yanchu laughed.That smile made Yang Yimu's heart shudder.

"Okay. A little knowledge is best." The large group of shadows slowly pressed over, Yang Yimu looked at the gap and flashed to the side, and teleported to another sofa.

"You sleep in the study tonight." He said while reaching out and groping behind the sofa.

When the sofa was bought, it came with a grid that could hold things, but because of the design of the room, the last side leaned against the wall, and the grid was never used again.

"Then you have to find something that can convince me, but it seems that there is not much hope." Xie Yanchu never knew when this person learned to hide a little secret, but in the book with dark leather lines in front of him, there may be the fear he expected All of the curious.

"Well... Take a look, I'll go back to bed and see you tomorrow morning!" Yang Yimu's back looked like he was running away.

In the previous life, Xie Yanchu always processed documents in the study, but in this life, the documents in his hands have become scripts, but the habit is still sticking to it.

There is soothing incense in the study, refreshing in spring and autumn, repelling mosquitoes in summer, and keeping the house warm for a long time in winter.

Xie Yanchu opened the diary, strictly speaking, it is an irregular trivia record book.

At the beginning, Yang Yimu’s font frame roughly stayed in the pattern of junior high school, which seemed a bit naive, and the next few pages tended to become more and more pleasing to the eye. Thanks to Xie Yanchu who forced him to practice wildly before the college entrance examination, at least he knew how to write characters well. I think it has a strong character, and I think it looks good at a glance.

2006/06/23

From opening my eyes to eating breakfast, my mood rushed to the highest level.

If this is a sweet dream, I don't want to wake up.

Does the previous life really exist?

Or is the so-called past life just a dream?

Dad hummed a song and went out to buy breakfast. I suddenly felt pain in my heart, and my eyes were so sore that I dared not blink.

But the immersive sense of reality tells me that I have been so muddled.When he should be soft-hearted, he would turn himself into a hedgehog armor, but when he should be cruel and decisive, he would have a lot of scruples.

I lived my life as a downhill road, watching debts rolling down the mountain like snowballs without stopping for a moment.

If I do it all over again... I hope he won't be so nice to me.

I'll be nice to him instead.

2006/06/29

The sweet and sour pork ribs arouse the gluttons. In this life, no one can make that kind of taste for me to eat again.

2006/06/29

Today, Lao Xie hit me because of words, and I was very tired.

do not want to talk.

2006/08/02

Today is not April Fool's Day.Dad had a car accident.

Do you want to reset everything to zero again?

But I still look forward to the ambiguity like a whale entering the sea, far away and boundless.

……

The time of reunion described by Yang Yimu was turned over by Xie Yanchu page by page.

Line by line, line by line, all the trivial and ordinary days flow out at the tip of the pen, stroke by stroke, all are silent I love you.

His mind is hidden between the light and the dark, concealing wantonness, abandoning exquisiteness, thicker than the previous life, but more pure and without deceit.

Because of Wei Nanxi's pearls and jades, Xie Yanchu did not receive too much attention at the beginning of the school.People who use their spare time to pick up jobs are not rare in Nortel. Xie Yanchu is at best a good-looking person among this group of people.

Until he received the Newcomer Award of the grand ceremony in the eyes of the people of the whole country and became the youngest winner in history, Xie Xuedi's treatment soared to the top of the cloud. Even in the last bathroom, boys came to get close to him, just for the share Sign and go back to please your girlfriend.

Xie Yanchu felt very embarrassed at this time, as a new actor's professionalism made him unable to say something like 'let me finish peeing first bro'.

Otherwise, in less than 5 minutes, the scandal of him playing big names will appear on the film academy's right and wrong list.

To make matters worse, Mingming and Yang Yimu had already raised their vigilance when they were together, but this love still became more difficult than sneaking.

Apart from coughing, poverty and love, there is one thing in this world that cannot be concealed—the privacy of stars.

The 07 edition of Beicheng Morning Magazine captured two blurry figures from their backs.

#Xie Yanchu was revealed to be in love with the same sex#

#圆圆奇现真人CP，Yanqing Party is heartbroken#

#今红影星staying overnight with companions?I have known each other for a long time and have neighbors to testify#

……

Apart from the Beicheng Morning Magazine that Yang Yimu loves to read, other morning newspapers in Xie Yanchu's house also have eye-catching news.

In fact, with Xie Yanchu's status in the circle, he is not yet qualified to be on the cover.But the parents who love to watch celebrities the most in the world gossip about right and wrong, including that little-known hobby.

"Don't worry, Anniversary is already contacting the media for an urgent clarification. I got through with Yan Xun, he will help you ask for leave, and he will also pay attention to the restless person in your dormitory. You can rest at home these two days, the newspaper at the alley Sister Anniversary will buy them all in a while, and uncles and aunts probably won't see it. Don't be afraid." Xie Yanchu's voice was calm during the phone call, and Yang Yimu was originally circling anxiously at home, but now he gradually calmed down.

Usually Xie Yanchu doesn't talk that much, let alone gossip about everything.The two had a lot of calls, but they were all very concise, and sometimes they hung up in less than a minute.

"But what if my dad goes out for a walk." The restless old comrade has no hobbies at ordinary times, so he just reads the newspaper and drinks tea.

Xie Yanchu didn't pause, "So we have to prepare for the worst. If I can't hold it back, I'll go to your house right away. It's best to confess to your parents before everything is exposed."

"Who are your parents." Yang Yimu's voice became light.But there is not a lot of worry in my heart. For such things as crossing the boundary, as long as you step out, you will go beyond fifty steps. Isn't it five steps?

Let's pay back the anger from my father that I couldn't bear in my previous life.

Hanging in the study is the horsewhip given by the major general that Yang's father performed outstandingly when he was a soldier.When Yang Yimu was in the third year of junior high school, he not only killed Matt on the outside, but also had the uninhibited wandering in a foreign country in his bones and blood. Fortunately, he was brought back by Yang's father at that time, so he was able to go to school smoothly.

Although his father didn't really use much strength, Yang Yimu still felt a little shivering when he thought about it.

After such embarrassing news came out, the situation was even more serious than this life.He only hates living in his own world too much and caring too little for his parents.

Before they are ready to entertain relatives and warm seats, they will be old.If you are a little farther away, you will not be able to hear clearly.Sometimes the eyes are empty, because I forgot what I was going to do.The back of the hand is gradually covered with age spots, like the bark of a tree that dries up suddenly after exhaustion.

It's not like it used to be.

When Yang Yimu received a call from his mother, he was changing his shoes and preparing to go out.No matter where you go, it's better than sitting at home waiting to die.

"mom?"

"Mumu, come to the People's Hospital quickly, your father suddenly fainted and fell down the stairs! We are now being rescued!"

Yang Yimu suddenly felt unsteady.The cold spread from the feet all the way until the whole person was swallowed by a huge panic.After being stunned for two seconds, he suddenly moved, took out the money and passbook, closed the door and ran out.

I have never felt that the alleys in Beicheng are so long.Taxis usually don't come in, and you can only get a taxi at the place where the alley connects with the main road.Yang Yimu ran very fast all the way, and he didn't have time to respond to the neighbor's greetings, his throat was stuck up and down, and it was as sore as his eyes.I don't know if the hasty and hasty thud sound came from the movement of the footsteps, or the pain of the chest cavity about to shatter and collapse.

Fortunately, they successfully stopped one. Yang Yimu opened the car door, took a few breaths, and managed to say, "People's Hospital. Please hurry up!"

The driver glanced at him, didn't say anything, just took a few pieces of paper from the drawer and handed them to him.

Yang Yimu realized that he was sweating profusely.

In front of the car, besides the cardboard box, there was also a newspaper, the front page of which Yang Yimu was very familiar with, and clearly wished that these newspapers would disappear in an instant in the morning.

When approaching the entrance of the hospital, the driver who had been silent all the way suddenly said, "It's you in the newspaper."

Yang Yimu didn't know how to answer the words for a while.The driver understood, "This road is not easy. I have walked it before, but I couldn't make it to the end. Now I have no choice but to regret it."

Upon receiving Yang Yimu's surprised look, the driver smiled, "So, you must work hard."

Yang Yimu subconsciously nodded and agreed, "Please drive faster."

Everyone's suffering is only known to themselves.

The operation is over, and Father Yang is in the intensive care unit.

Yang Yimu walked quickly in front of Yang's mother, "Mom, what's wrong with my father?"

"Mumu, Mom asks you, is what the newspaper said true?"

The mother's concerned and heavy eyes made Yang Yimu's lips feel tense.

"Ask you something! Don't you!" Mother Yang snapped.

Yang Yimu nodded silently.In the next second, there was severe pain on the right side of his face, and he was kicked hard on the hip bone, and he staggered back a step.

Yang Yimu endured the pain and walked over again, "Mom, my dad...knows?"

"Your father was not willing to beat you, so I beat you for him." Yang's mother was powerless, "You have never done anything outrageous since you were a child, except that you rebelled and ran away from home in the third grade of junior high school. The day your father threatened you with a horse whip, I also secretly felt distressed for several days."

Yang Yimu's tears fell like money.

"I was wrong."

"It's wrong, do you know you want to correct it?! Look at what is written about you in the newspaper? Others don't know, can your dad and I recognize that it's you?!"

Yang Yimu pursed his lips and looked at the corner of the ceiling in the distance, not letting himself cry out.Dad always said that a man should be brave, dare to act, and never cry in front of others.

It's a pity that I didn't become the good boy in his heart in my two lives.

Mother Yang couldn't get Yang Yimu's answer, her expression was cold, "Speak!"

"You hit him?!" A colder voice suddenly came from behind Yang Yimu.

Xie Yanchu took off the mask and sunglasses that he used to cover up all the way, and came to the scene under the pressure of public opinion.

"Do you still have a face?"

Xie Yanchu stretched out his hand, touched Yang Yimu's hot right cheek, and gently patted his dirty clothes.Then he calmly pulled Yang Yimu behind him, and stood in front of the elder himself.

"Speak up if you have something to say, Aunt Yang, don't you feel sorry for beating him?"

It's true that the more you live, the less progress you make. I can't see Yang Yimu being wronged by others.

Yang Yimu pulled his clothes behind his back, and whispered, "Xie Yanchu, don't..."

"Okay, when his father wakes up, you can file a complaint! Only when his father is pissed off will he be at ease!"

Yang Yimu pulled Xie Yanchu aside, "Why are you here?"

"I don't worry about you."

"I want to stay alone for a while, you go back and do your work first, okay?" Xie Yanchu moved his lips against Yang Yimu's washed eyes and half of his face with palm marks, and after a long while, he only uttered a good word.

In the dark corridor, Yang Yimu sat in the corner, even if someone passed by, he would not notice that there was someone behind the door.

There was a smell of potion and stubborn dust behind the door, Yang Yimu didn't realize it, and let his face get wet and dry again.

Once upon a time, when the cool shade and the spring came to an end, from the rivers to the east to the sea, everything followed the rules and could not be changed.

Since when, the four seasons are no longer so distinct, and the waterfall can go upstream.

So we gradually get used to it and forget to live and love with the flow.

How could I, desperately trying to change the course of history.Use my blood, use the good time you deserve, use my father's life, to prove that love can tragically go to ruin.

Where do I have the confidence to be so stupid and naive.