after boyfriend rebirth

Xie Yanchu and Yang Yimu's one-on-one tutoring career was not affected by their relationship as a couple. On the contrary, Yang Yimu felt that Xie Yanchu was stricter with him.

"I'm sick of a cold, can I not finish reciting today." The message prompts.Now Yang Yimu said something casually and Xie Yanchu felt, 'Emma, ​​my baby is so cute'.See if you can use it, it's to act like a spoiled child to me.Seeing this short full stop of wanting to talk, full of uneasiness and wanting me to agree...

Xie Yanchu knew that Yang Yimu represented Beicheng in the afternoon competition against Experimental Middle School and won a championship. Now he must not be in the mood to memorize English composition.But seeing that the number of pages counting down the college entrance examination was being torn down less and less, with Yang Yimu's level, if he wanted to pass the exam, he was still hanging on.

"No. If you can't control yourself, I will use violence to help you manage it tomorrow."

Yang Yimu was lying on the bed with the trophy in his arms, touched his phone and saw Xie Yanchu's ruthless and unreasonable trouble, and wanted to respond to him.

"Just once." After thinking for a while, he added, "What?" When I sent it out, I felt goosebumps increasing geometrically.

After that, I kept waiting for the reply, and felt that unlocking was too troublesome, so I just kept playing Snake with my phone.After a while, the phone turned on, and Yang Yimu opened the sign on the small envelope, and saw Xie Yanchu reply with a sentence scarier than him, "It's useless."

Zizizizi... Yang Yimu shook several times.

The hour hand moved backward one frame at a time, Yang Yimu couldn't calm down at all now, he was tired and sleepy, and his calves felt sore and weak after knowing it.After thinking about it, he simply set the alarm clock, planning to sleep first, and get up to recite the composition in the early morning.

Father Yang woke up anxiously at night. When he passed by his son's room, he found a faint light from the crack of the door. He thought his son was peeking at some cartoon book, martial arts novel, and pushed the door open with a frown. older years.

His silly son was wearing a thin coat, standing in front of the window sill, silently reciting English with a small flashlight.

Father Yang felt that his whole heart was melted by his son's sensibility, and a mixed feeling of relief and distress arose spontaneously, so he quietly warmed up a glass of milk for his son and brought it in.

"I haven't recovered from the cold yet. Studying is important, but the body is the capital of the revolution."

Yang Yimu was taken aback by his father's sudden utterance, and let him put on a heavy military coat, holding milk in both hands and drinking like a kitten.

"Look at how thin you are. Everyone else is in the third year of high school and has fat. Look at your cheekbones are protruding. Why do you push yourself so tight all of a sudden?"

"I'm just afraid that if I don't show myself, others will not know where my hand is if they try to pull me." Yang Yimu thought of Xie Yanchu's serious expression when he chose the topic for himself, and his heart warmed, "Dad, I am Didn't it bother you?"

"No, no." Father Yang repeatedly denied, "I just got up to go to the bathroom."

Yang Yimu sniffled and exposed him mercilessly, "Dad, you still smoke."

"I became addicted to cigarettes, so I smoked one." Yang's father had already honed his iron body in the military camp, but his son blushed, "Kids don't mind adults' business! It's okay, you can read a book." !I am leaving."

"Dad!" Yang Yimu yelled behind him, "I'm doing it for your own good. Don't smoke, it will be too late if something goes wrong with your body. There are two men in the family, so don't be so stressed."

Father Yang's back stiffened for a moment, and he turned his head and smiled, "Okay, my son has grown up."

Yang Yimu felt sour in his heart.I didn't pay attention in my previous life. In fact, my father has already been laid off at this time. The unemployed soldier has no skills, and I can't understand those intrigues. What else can I do?

But the old man is full of pride, and he is not allowed to confide the heavy pressure to his wife and children at home.It was at this time that my body began to decline, and I was addicted to tobacco and alcohol, and I was frowning all day long.But Yang Yimu himself was troubled all day long because of Song Baicheng and Xie Yanchu's affairs, and his college entrance examination was a mess. In the end, his father bent down and found an old friend from Nortel, and let Yang Yimu in through the back door.

Yang Yimu was doing well in the entertainment industry, but within a few years, rapes followed one after another.From being reported to Nortel through the back door, to being discovered by him in his father's advanced liver cancer diagnosis report, to becoming Xie Yanchu's underground lover, and finally being full of scandals and having a car accident... The accident made him fight back. There was no time, and it was so sad.

In his previous life, he was unfaithful, filial, benevolent and unrighteous, and his family, love and friendship all failed.Lost and ruined, feet stuck in mud ditch.It was all his own doing.

Yang Yimu woke up from the daze, and found that he still had a part to recite.He got up at three o'clock in the morning, and was disturbed by his father. Now the sky has turned slightly white, and Xie Yanchu will be waiting for him at the entrance of the alley in a while.

"Indeed, I'vegottolearnalotfromthishistoricalevent..."Yang Yimu thought behind his back that this passage of English was just talking about himself, and he must learn from history to face the future... I just don't know if Xie Yanchu can let me go easily if I can't recite it by then .

Yang Yimu came out to eat at six o'clock, drinking soybean juice while recalling the whole composition.

Yang's mother saw that his eyes were wandering, and she took a deep-fried dough stick and shook it in front of him, "Mumu, I heard from your father that you didn't go to bed at three o'clock yesterday and memorized the text with your arms bare?"

"..." Father Yang glanced at Mother Yang who was out of tune.

Mother Yang became anxious, and her son looked at the trembling fried dough stick, but didn't speak, as if he had become a student.

"Mumu?!" Mother Yang raised her voice.Compared to her nerdy son, she still misses Yang Yimu, who can play tricks and make jokes.

Yang Yimu turned to her with a dull expression, "Huh?"

"Mom asked what you were thinking!"

Yang Yimu was a little embarrassed, blushing, "I... haven't finished memorizing the text, I'm thinking about it." Just now when his mother was talking, he was memorizing the drive, and after being interrupted, he couldn't remember what was behind the drive.

"Hey, Lao Yang, let's go to burn incense on the ancestor's grave today, my son has opened the sky!" Yang's mother will never be on the tune.

Yang Yimu and Lao Yang bowed their heads silently and sipped the bean juice.

At the entrance of the alley, Xie Yanchu was already waiting.Today he was wearing a gray thin sweater with a school uniform on top. He was clean and fresh, typical of a male god.Seeing Yang Yimu coming by bicycle, he stuffed a can of milk into his basket as usual.

"Mission completed?" Xie Yanchu asked casually.

"Uh..." Yang Yimu is an honest and good guy. Hearing his question, the front of the car tilted.The nerves in the palm of his hand ached reflexively.

Seeing him like this, Xie Yanchu knew that if he didn't memorize well, he didn't run away.He didn't criticize him too much, but said lightly, "Ride safely."

"Oh." Yang Yimu was extremely obedient, unaware that Xie Yanchu was already secretly laughing.It's so interesting to bully the soft and cute daughter-in-law.

The third year of high school (6) was boiling as always, and Fang Lang gnawed on the buns as always, filled with spicy vermicelli.

The difference is that the desks of Yang Yimu and Xie Yanchu have been moved forward, and now Langlang is sitting behind them alone.

Langlang's original tablemate Song Baicheng, according to Xie Yanxun's wishes, moved the table and chairs out to set up his own family.The two are now in the classroom near the back door, and they are on the same line as Fang Lang.

Fang Lang stuffed the remaining half of the steamed stuffed bun into his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw Xie Yanchu and Yang Yimu coming in. Before the steamed stuffed bun could finish swallowing, he mumbled, "Change seats—cough cough cough cough!"

Seeing him covering his mouth and coughing, Xie Yanchu was afraid that he would spray Yang Yimu's brown fans with saliva, so he thoughtfully erected a barrier between the two of them with a book, "Okay, let's continue."

With tears on his face, Fang Lang raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to his right.Yang Yimu and Xie Yanchu looked back, Xie Yanxun was removing the plastic packaging of the milk tea straw, inserted it with a snap, and handed it to Song Baicheng.

"So what do you want to express?" Yang Yimu asked Fang Lang.

"You all abandoned me!" Fang Lang felt a tragic sense of untimely birth, "Stay away from me one by one! You turned me into a docile wolf! Throw me back to the grassland!"

"...Yang Yimu, memorize your composition." Xie Yanchu stretched out his hand and pulled Yang Yimu's head back, ignoring Lang Lang, a young man who can write poetry because he likes being a study committee member.

Yang Yimu showed it to him when he finished writing. Although it was timed out and there were a few grammatical errors, the historical was written as historycal, which is generally acceptable, and it can be seen that a lot of hard work has been put in.

"Didn't you just memorize the original level comparative level and the superlative level yesterday? Why was it wrong again?" Xie Yanchu circled the composition with a red pen, and he didn't care about the caterpillar-like characters. I can't see where to go.

"Violence can't solve the problem." Yang Yimu was startled when he saw Xie Yanchu pick up the full-score composition book and patted it on his hand. He was afraid that Xie Yanchu would use this hardcover book from his bookcase as a pawn for himself. Open a ladle.

Xie Yanchu frowned obviously, and said seriously, "But violence can solve those who create problems."

"...I voluntarily increase my homework today." Yang Yimu discussed with him.

Xie Yanchu knew that the tasks assigned to him were already quite heavy, and what's more, his daughter-in-law didn't want to sleep.What if dark circles like wavy waves grow out and cannot go away?But it's rare for Yang Yimu to do something seriously. Would he want to provoke Yang Yimu's chin frivolously, and say coolly and domineeringly, "I will forgive you if you call my husband"?

It was a coincidence that I flipped through the English book to find the best countermeasure, and saw that the paragraph in the book was printed wrong at a glance, and by the way, it gave each other a step down.

During the morning reading class, Song Baicheng was restless sitting in his seat. Xie Yanxun was helping him with math, so he tapped his forehead with a pen when he saw this, "Can't sit still?"

Song Baicheng blushed and said something in a low voice.Xie Yanxun almost wanted to spit, "Then go to the bathroom."

"I used to be stopped when I went to the toilet, just like what you saw last time..." Song Baicheng lowered his head, his whole body was quiet and innocent, like a small white bichon.

Bichon's eye sockets were hidden behind Mao, and Song Baicheng's pupils were hidden behind a cloud of mist.

Xie Yanxun stood up abruptly, "If you want to go in the future, I will accompany you."

Yang Yimu has been listening to the movement with his ears upright, and Song Baicheng has become someone behind him, heh.Could it be that the two started hooking up at this time?

"Xie Yanchu, do you think I don't look like Song Bai?" Yang Yimu asked Xie Yanchu in a low voice as he glanced at the right side of the empty person.

Xie Yanchu thought about it carefully, then shook his head, "Not at all. You are a purebred husky, and he is a mixed breed wolfdog."

"Pfft!" Yang Yimu laughed wrinkled and lost his jaw, "Why is it a hybrid?"

"Sophisticated, complicated." Xie Yanchu gave the definition professionally, unscrewed the black ballpoint pen without ink that Yang Yimu randomly threw in the pencil case, and replaced it with a new refill.

It is also a pleasure to watch the slender fingers do these things.Every time Xie Yanchu bought Yang Yimu Chenguang Confucian Temple Blessing or True Color Zhuangyuan Red, using smoothness is one aspect, and the blessings contained in it are another aspect.

Yang Yimu didn't come back to his senses until the end of the third class, "Why is he a wolf dog! I'm a husky!"

"Huskies are suitable as companions. Shepherds... They look good, but there is an idiom that says they are wolf-hearted and dog-lung."

Yang Yimu held his face in a daze.Until Yuan Mian'er handed out the English papers for the in-class quiz. 82 points, two points less than last time.

Xie Yanchu saw that he was slumped on the table and hadn't eaten a few bites of sweet and sour pork ribs, so he took him to skip class all afternoon to play football.

"Yang Yimu, if you feel too tired, don't force yourself." After exercising for a while, Xie Yanchu handed him a can of beer. Keep you in captivity."

"Thank you." Yang Yimu was inexplicably struck by his words, and drank a big gulp of beer, shaking the silver-white wine can in his hand, occasionally splashing a drop of yellowish liquid.

"So don't be so stressed." Xie Yanchu saw that he quickly drank the beer in his hand, handed him half of the beer in his hand, and opened another can, "Don't drink too much, didn't you return it in the morning?" Does your stomach hurt?"

"You just bought three cans?" Yang Yimu glared at him.

"It's on your face, right? You weren't allowed to drink a single drop." Xie Yanchu gave him a brain crash, and seeing Yang Yimu's expression was unusually warm and vivid under the warm red-orange sun, he could hardly control his desire to kiss him.But now doesn't seem like a good time, there are long jumpers, runners, shot put throwers, etc... Xie Yanchu lay down on the lawn, looking at the sky.

"No, don't pay the bill next time. It's unlucky."

Seeing that Xie Yanchu stopped talking, Yang Yimu lay down beside him, and the two of them watched the sunset side by side, blindfolded.The sun also carried a slight heat wave, and the feeling projected on the face felt like the temperature of the other party's fingertips.

It would be nice if time could freeze and seal.Yang Yimu thought to himself, I can keep this moment forever, and take a look at it when I feel tired.

Xie Yanchu asked, are you tired?In fact, sometimes I am really tired, like forcing myself to run a long marathon, and it is inertia to persist until the end.

Yang Yimu didn't dare to have a life of no success, but he was afraid that if he couldn't do well, he would return to the messy situation.

Only by working hard to do your best can you have the courage to ask for a little return.

I don't ask for much in this life.

As long as my broken heart warms up again.Those who break my heart do not complain.

The past life has been in decline, I hope this life will not be difficult at every step.