after boyfriend rebirth

Beicheng Meteorological Observatory issued a blue warning, heavy rain at noon.

The water curtain falls from the sycamore leaves, and the fog in the distance makes it difficult to distinguish the depth.

Zhou Zhi collected his accounting textbook, and took out a dark red umbrella from the side of his schoolbag.

Young, strong taste.

Xie Yanxun, who was sitting behind him, made a few insinuations about this man's strange aesthetics, and at the same time declined the umbrellas offered by several girls with cheerful or shy gestures.

He just felt that, in the words of the old professor just now, if there is a loan, there must be a loan, and the loan must be equal, but it is just an umbrella, not to mention the contact information, all kinds of troubles that may arise in the future, but it is really a troublesome bad debt .

In fact, in the final analysis, there is only one sentence, those girls don't have Zhou Quan's face.

The ex-girlfriend was a bit like Zhou Quan, but later on she looked less and less like her, and became more and more pretentious. Xie Yanxun resolutely broke up with that girl.

Therefore, Xie Yanxun would rather be hungry, frowning and searching for the takeaway numbers he used to eat on his phone.

A light blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him, "Let's go back together. I ordered two takeaways during class break, but I still can't get in touch with Yang Yimu. He probably won't be back."

"Brother Yang hasn't come back these days, his father is in the hospital." Xie Yanxun put the phone in his pocket.

Zhou Zhi choked for a moment, "It's not serious, is it?"

"I heard that the liver cancer has recurred." Xie Yanxun felt restless every time in front of Zhou Zhi.

Zhou Zhi was sluggish.

The man had already left with long legs, Zhou Zhi rushed down two steps at a time, and only caught up with him when he was about to reach the corridor.

"Don't go so fast, it's raining in the corridor..."

Xie Yanxun gave him a displeased look, and Zhou Zhi noticed that Xie Yanxun was on the phone with a headset in his right ear.

"Eat on time, how skinny are you? It's ugly as hell."

What was said there, Xie Yanxun paused, "In this way, if you weigh a catty, the money you owe me will be free of [-]."

Zhou Zhi walked quietly on the outside where there was rain, the fingers holding the umbrella were so cold that he almost lost consciousness.

When Xie Yanxun took off the earphones, Zhou Zhi asked with a smile, "Is it Bai Cheng?"

"How do you know? Don't eavesdrop on other people's calls in the future."

Zhou Zhi thought to himself that this person is really amazing, "Then please don't treat the people around you as deaf if you make private phone calls in the future. I will pay you how much Bai Cheng owes you."

"It's none of your business." Xie Yanxun gave him a cold look.

Zhou Zhi suddenly laughed.

When Song Baicheng was reading the script at home, he once pointed to a passage and complained to him, "This male supporting role is too difficult to act, so I always tell the female lead, don't touch my back! Such a naive man is destined to be a male supporting role." I'm dead."

Zhou Zhi was busy reading and answered casually. Song Baicheng suddenly rushed over and leaned on his lap, "Look, does it look like Xie Yanxun! Xie Yanxun is more serious! He's full of reverse scales!"

Xie Yanxun frowned, "What are you laughing at?"

"Xie Yanxun." Zhou Zhi corrected his expression, "My head is about to explode, but I can't figure it out. Did I provoke you after returning to China?"

"Yes, I can't figure it out either. How can you live with such peace of mind if Zhou Quan is taken care of like this?"

Zhou Zhi suddenly clenched the umbrella in his hand, and was about to ask again, when Xie Yanxun said calmly, "No matter what you have done before, or what you are doing now. Remember, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Ask yourself for good luck."

Under an umbrella, the sound of the rain cut off everything.

In the early morning, Father Yang was finally out of danger and woke up.

Yang's father's liver imaging showed that the lesion had recurred.

The lights in the operating room were on all night, and Yang Yimu and his mother also sat outside the door all night.

In the middle of the night, Yang Yimu begged his mother to close her eyes and rest for a while, but Yang's mother turned a deaf ear to her.

The lover is racing against the god of death, and she can't rest or miss a moment.Maybe, when... the child will no longer have a father.

The doctor pushed the door out and signaled the family to sign the critical illness notice.

"Doctor, I know you are used to seeing life, old age, sickness and death, but I really can't afford to lose my dad again... My liver is healthy, and the matching match last time is consistent! Please save him!"

"However, I still need to explain to you that the patient's current situation is very difficult, even if—"

"I believe in you!"

Papa Yang's surgeon is the top doctor in Beicheng City in terms of liver, if she is not sure...then Yang Yimu has no choice but to accept his fate.

After the necessary preparations, Yang Yimu was also pushed into the operating room.

"If they all come back safely..." Mother Yang said softly to the shadow next to her, "Actually, I've already felt what happened to you two. I don't know how to deal with it. You are all good boys, so I can't open my mouth."

Near the nurse's desk, there was a silly kid trying to shrink his height, squatting there motionless.

Mama Yang raised her head and met Xie Yanchu's surprised eyes.Eyes similar to Yang Yimu's were bent down, and he beckoned to Xie Yanchu.

Xie Yanchu felt that he was walking on cotton all the way.After sitting down next to Mother Yang and calling Auntie, my heart slowly fell to the ground.

One more person spends his days outside the operating room like years.

The people who were waiting for the male god to clarify his blog suddenly posted a new Weibo without text, with two pictures. The first one is a teenager wearing a high school uniform lying on his desk and sleeping, with black hair and a A pinch of small curls, long eyelashes hiding the sparkle, a slightly open mouth, and a crumpled English paper under the arm.

The second is a blank piece of paper, simple, with Xie Yanchu's handwriting on it.

"Accepthim, orabandonme."

Take him, or leave me.

During the few days when Yang Yimu was lying on the hospital bed, he didn't know that the outside world had set off a huge wave of public opinion.

Xie Yanchu's astonishing move was tantamount to adding another handful of firewood to the wind in the heated discussion.

There are passers-by who are so handsome by that sentence, and there are not a few who feel sorry for him.

But these are not what Xie Yanchu is paying attention to right now. He rents a DIY kitchen near the hospital, where he cooks soup for Yang Yimu every day.

"It's pork liver soup again." Yang Yimu began to peek at it when he opened the lid of the thermos, and after confirming that it contained tomatoes and pork liver this time, he collapsed and lifted the quilt up, protesting with practical actions.

"Don't you like spinach very much, this time the taste should not be so bland, sour and sweet. Try it?" Xie Yanchu put the bowl and spoon on the table next to him, coaxing a child to pick his quilt.

"You are not afraid that I will grow pig's liver!" Yang Yimu glared angrily while grabbing the quilt, although he said that he could eat whatever he wanted, but there are a few family members of patients who can do this!

Spinach pork liver, wolfberry pork liver, egg pork liver, chrysanthemum pork liver...

"Which nurse can do as well as I can?"

"You're not extreme, you're extreme!" Yang Yimu complained, with flames in his big eyes, "You just bully me and I can't move. If I can get out of bed, I'll rush to Long Dongqiang to eat ribs right away! I can't get enough of soup! !"

"Okay, don't make trouble!" Xie Yanchu stopped his restless body, "The incision doesn't hurt anymore? You can only eat liquid food now, and when the doctor allows it, I will make you what you want right away, plus a meal of sweet and sour pork ribs, OK ? You are eating now... uh, soup!"

"Don't coax me, liquid food is semi-liquid food, and I can't live through this day." Yang Yimu tried to turn his back to him, accidentally touched the wound, wanted to cry out but felt ashamed, and only coughed.

"Do you want to drink it or not? If you don't drink it, I'll pour it out." Seeing that he was so stubborn that he hurt himself, Xie Yanchu felt distressed, and his voice became much colder.

No matter what kind of soup it is, no matter how much effort you put in, drinking it every day is indeed boring enough.

Yang Yimu only knew that the clear soup lacked water and he was unwilling, but Xie Yanchu used earthen pots and a charcoal stove to burn charcoal for three hours in order to make the soup more palatable.

Yang Yimu was a little confused by his sudden loudness, and also a little wronged, and he was reluctant to throw him away, as if he was wasting his hard work.

"Then I'll drink five sips. I'm not hungry today..."

"Ten mouthfuls."

"Seven bites can't be more! That's it!" The combination of tomatoes and pork liver is really weird, brother.

With Xie Yanchu's expression of resignation, Yang Yimu's mood, which had been gloomy for several days, finally became more energetic.

The silly smile continued until he saw Xie Yanchu take out a spoon that was three times the usual size.

The shadows are scattered, the fog is exhausted, and the clouds are born.

More and more people speculated that the boy on Xie Yanchu's Weibo should be the non-entertainment person who formed a CP with Xie Yanchu.

The third master's Weibo has been thoroughly searched, and the one that interacts with Xie Yanchu is almost on the Guinness Book of Records.

Jin Xingchen's Weibo has been growing for many days, and the only updated Weibo is today.

When Yang Yimu wrinkled his face and was poured soup with a XXXL spoon, Jin Xingchen sold him on Weibo.

"Some people say that the third master dare not show his face? The director of "Yu Zhan" forced him to participate but failed, and he is still depressed.Saying that he is an Internet celebrity and has no talent? He participated in the creation of the script of "Dark Cliff", and En Jin did not dare to forget the change.It's no wonder that someone is anxious to break out of the closet, and if he doesn't declare ownership, he is afraid that the door of the closet will fall. 』

Xie Yanchu just let out a cold snort when he saw it, and Yang Yimu was so soured by the soup that night that he couldn't speak.

How innocent.

"What's in it?"

"Zhenjiang Balsamic Vinegar."

"anything else?"

"Later, I forgot and put Shanxi mature vinegar again."

"...Your heart is really big!"

There are many people who admire the movie "Dark Cliff". Since Jin Xingchen made a clear statement, the balance of public sentiment has tilted more toward Yang Yimu.

Wei Nanxi and Song Baicheng, who had become CPs with Xie Yanchu because of these two movies, couldn't help but get involved.

Wei Nanxi: "I wish you happiness. I'm still in the Fairy Party for 1 years!"

Song Baicheng: "Wow, wow, I wish the two students happiness! Another! Me! Don't! Suspected! Shou! It's a thing! [doge] senior [goodbye]"

Yang Yimu stretched out his hand, "Give me my phone... I've been lying down for a week, and I can't keep up with the times."

"Wait a little longer." Xie Yanchu typed the keys beside him, pretending not to know the restlessness of the people around him.

I don't want him to see the negative comments affecting his emotions, let alone hear any form of denial of this relationship from him after he insists on telling the world.

From the beginning when she knew that her mother was going to take care of her father, Yang Yimu never asked why Xie Yanchu could appear here every day.

"Look at my dad's physical condition... we still don't have any contact for now." A similar tone appeared silently when Xie Yanchu was awake and in his sleep. He even fantasized about Yang Yimu's subtle expression when he said this. , and magnify it infinitely, pervading the self.

It was as if he had rehearsed countless times of self-torture, and when he was hurt by that person again, he would be painfully numb.Instead of bouncing back in pain when unprepared, accidentally injuring that person, even if it wasn't intentional.

"Then you talk to me?" Yang Yimu touched a magazine and threw it over, "Storytelling is also fine. My wound is almost moldy."

Xie Yanchu took the "Friends" with an unhurried voice, "Why do young girls draw their swords at each other? An in-depth interpretation of the social harm of puppy love. Su Marie is..."

"... Forget it." Yang Yimu pressed his hand, "Xie Yanchu."

"En." Xie Yanchu looked at the magazine, as if he was always ready to continue reading, and seemed to be attracted by the stories in the book.

"Look at me." Yang Yimu's hands tightened again.

Xie Yanchu was silent for a few seconds, and finally raised his eyes, which were dark and unpredictable.

"Look at my dad's current physical condition..."

coming.There was a heavy apology in Yang Yimu's eyes, Xie Yanchu sighed in his heart, angry at him letting go so easily, but also couldn't bear to put him in a dilemma, struggling to be that bad person in every possible way.

"Are we still not in contact for the time being?"

Yang Yimu looked at him in surprise.Xie Yanchu lowered his head and opened his fingers one by one, "I know what you want to say."

When the fingertips were about to leave, Yang Yimu suddenly grabbed his hand again, and his eyes were red.

"what do you know?"

You stupid guy.

I only know to put the emphasis on not to come and go.

Then you don't know.

When I say this, the emphasis is on the temporary.