after boyfriend rebirth

Chapter 14 Coconut Milk Is Toxic

"What's the weather like tomorrow, let me see..." Yang Yimu is his father's old son, so Yang Yimu has just reached the age for the college entrance examination, and his father sometimes wears reading glasses when he reads newspapers.

Yang Yimu handed him the glasses case, "I've seen it, the high temperature in Beicheng has never been seen in three years. How many people's sweat will soak the answer sheet, tsk tsk..."

Father Yang began to greet Mother Yang, "Remember to bring a towel for Mu Mu tomorrow. There is also a pot of mung bean soup at noon, and put some lotus seeds to clear the fire. By the way, it can't be iced, just keep it warm. Candidates have a weak spleen and stomach, don't worry about it." It's a mistake to make a stomachache."

Even if Yang Yimu wasn't nervous, his nervous father would make him nervous.Mother Yang brought her own shielding radar, and came over after washing the dishes. The old god was knitting a sweater on the ground, and Father Yang was anxious, "Did you hear that?"

"I know you regretted that you joined the army without the college entrance examination. But! Calm down. Okay, Lao Yang, calm down! Mu Mu was so scared by your big battle before he took the exam that he didn't know how to go. You want Xiao Yang joined the army too? Enough is enough, I really..."

puff.Yang Yimu was no longer nervous after being made such a fuss by his mother, and went back to his room to read for a while.

Before going to bed, Father Yang brought milk in. Yang Yimu thought he would say something like a warrior on the battlefield, a gun from a pen, and political power from the barrel of a gun... or something. I didn't expect my father to watch him drink milk obediently, and he was moved. One sentence, "Time is so fast, some things have not changed. For example, at home, you have to drink milk with both hands, exactly the same as when you were a child. When you are full, you have to look at the adults, and you have to ask for praise."

Cough cough cough!Yang Xiaoshao choked on milk.

Father Yang stroked his head with rough hands, "If you don't pay attention, you will grow up. Don't be nervous tomorrow. You will be a warrior regardless of victory or defeat on the battlefield! At worst, come home, Dad still has a pension worthy of you."

Yang Yimu felt that he could no longer listen to Lao Yang's sensationalism, his eyes were too sour.

After drinking the milk quickly, Yang Yimu got an appreciative look, covered him with a thin blanket and lay down, "Good night, Dad."

Papa Yang gently closed the door, and another text message came from Yang Yimu, from Lao Wu, "Bring your things well. You are not in the same exam room anymore, so don't be nervous. Also, I love you."

"I love you too." The reply was concise, but it was a rare and straightforward one.

The exam room assignment was Yang Yimu 249, Langlang 250, Xie Yanchu 266, Zhou Zhi and Xie Yanxun both happened to be in 511.The luckiest thing is that they all take the exam at this school, unlike some friends whose home is in the south of the city, they are assigned to the experimental middle school in the north of the city, and they have to live in a hotel.

Early in the morning, a few friends met at the High School Attached to Beicheng. Zhou Zhi brought homemade coconut milk, and each had a cup, which happened to be enough for five people to share.

Yang Yimu was a little full from the bean juice in the morning, and it was hard to repay Zhou Zhi's kindness, so he took it and walked for a while, Xie Yanchu saw that he inserted the straw slowly, and was concerned, "Are you full in the morning?"

Yang Yimu nodded embarrassedly, feeling a little ashamed.At the entrance of the alley, Lao Chen heard that he was taking the college entrance examination today, so he specially gave him a few more fried buns and a bag of bean juice. The three members of Lao Yang's family survived.

Xie Yanchu took it over with a smile, "It just so happens that I haven't had anything to drink this morning, so I'm a little thirsty."

"Don't insist on drinking it for me." Seeing Xie Yanchu's eyes of "I'm really thirsty", Yang Yimu just let him go.

In the 2006 college entrance examination, the topic of the Chinese composition in Beicheng was "Symbols of Beicheng". Yang Yimu remembered it very clearly, because he seemed to get [-] points in the composition that year.Fifteen points higher than the total score of mathematics.

The symbol of Beicheng?Since he was a child, he often wandered around Nanluo Lane. He was basically a child who grew up in the alleys of Beicheng. If he didn't write from the bottom of his heart, he wasted the candy balls he bought before.

So this time he took the language test, he was not afraid at all.

In the first round of this year, Yang Yimu opened the Chinese test paper confidently, and when he glanced at the composition questions, Yang Yimu's heart was more pure than the dumpling stuffing his father chopped.This year's composition question is not the one I have prepared for a long time, but, "Mu Xin said, Taoshu didn't say that I created peaches, and I didn't join the Taozi Association. Please understand this sentence deeply. According to one aspect of it , Conceive the composition from one angle. Determine the idea, style, and title independently. Don’t deviate from the meaning of the original words, and don’t copy or plagiarize..."

Together with him, Fang Lang, who was in the 250 examination room next door, was also stunned.Langlang stared at the composition for a long time, but he didn't understand what the sentence was trying to express.

After lying on the seat for 15 minutes, Lang Lang figured it out a bit, changed his goddess of bean sprouts to goddess of peach blossoms, could he be able to write a composition?In the worried eyes of the invigilator, Fang Lang finally picked up the pen. The title was "Peach Blossoms Bloom All Over the Fleeting Years". In the front, he described his love for the Peach Blossom Goddess in a particularly gorgeous and sad way, and wrote that he was never lonely, never looking for, always They are all silently paying, and the folded thousands of paper cranes have reached 99, which are hidden in the clay jars at the Town God's Temple, and will be given to her after the college entrance examination.

What follows is the future he wrote using his imagination.The Peach Blossom Goddess was admitted to the university of her choice, but naturally rejected the boy with no merits.The young man could only silently bury the clay pot, which contained the thousand paper cranes that made his hands cramp, and immature and sincere love letters.In the past few years in high school, he was the only one who was so stupid, but he didn't impress her after all.

Later, the goddess graduated, got married, and had children.The groom is not a teenager.At that time, the teenager volunteered to be the officiant of her wedding, as a 'best friend'.At the climax of the wedding, the teenager read a colorful poem that amused the goddess, "Actually, I am the most humorous joker in our village. I used to think that I was not good enough for you, but now that the coal mines are over, I I plan to marry you. The day I love you is like the wind blowing across the field, you are my first love, not in the corn field but in the wheat field."

The visitor laughed, and the bride blushed.The host and guest had a good time, and only the teenager was drunk.

There is only one paragraph at the end, just like the thick and colorful youth often ends lightly. "Peach trees don't say that I created peaches, and I didn't join the Peach Association. But no one can say that in these quiet and happy fleeting years, peach trees have never retained peach blossoms. Peach blossoms have to bear fruit, so only peach trees Let go freely. Zigui begins to cry, and the next tree will be full of peach blossoms, but the peach tree will be speechless from then on.”

This composition was so complete that Fang Lang was in a trance when he appeared on stage, as if he had been sucked out of his essence.Yang Yimu was worse than him, and with most of his frightened to death brain cells, he managed to compose an essay, the main point of which was to discuss those "peach trees" growing silently in the contemporary impetuous literary world.After writing, his whole paw was trembling, so he just wanted not to digress. He didn't dare to think about it.

And the most unlucky one was Xie Yanchu who started to have a stomachache in the middle of the exam.

Yang Yimu didn't notice anything unusual about Xie Yanchu, because he almost exhausted all his energy in the next few exams.The last few big math problems were hit by Xie Yanchu, one was tangent, the other was ellipse, and the other was sequence... Yang Yimu was able to calculate on the draft paper with ease, a sense of satisfaction and self-doubt that he had never had before hit his face at the same time Come—there will be no traps, will there?How could I have so many questions?

The comprehensive essay exam almost broke my handwriting.The analysis of the historical significance of the political system and the geographical area, the definitions memorized before are completely reproduced in the mind, and this is thanks to Yanchu for the knowledge point context map compiled by Yanchu, accompanied by the memories of those days when he slept lightly every night. In my mind, now I finally caught up with the good opportunity to tell the whole story.

After the exam, Yang Yimu went home and fell seriously ill.On a sunny day in June, he was lying on the bed in a drowsy state, actually going through all the scenes of his previous life in his heart.

Xie Yanchu seemed to have come in the middle, wiped his sweat with a towel, and Yang Yimu spit out all the mung bean soup that was poured down, and it was all over the floor.But it's not very turbid. According to Yang's father, the child vomits five or six times a day, and there is nothing in his stomach.

Xie Yanchu helped Yang Yimu back to lie on the pillow, Yang Yimu covered his eyes with his hands, "Old Xie, don't look at me, I'm so embarrassed..."

The speech is not very clear, dizzy when I open my eyes, tinnitus when I speak, and uttering those few words is already the limit.In a drowsy state, I heard Xie Yanchu say, "What are you afraid of, I will see everything in the future."

It was exactly the same as the previous life.At that time, Xie Yanchu wiped the body of Yang Yimu who was lying on the bed and couldn't move. There was water in the corner of Yang Yimu's eyes, Xie Yanchu smiled and coaxed, "What are you afraid of, I haven't seen yours anywhere."

Xie Yanchu twisted another cold towel and came over to wipe his sweat, wiped it, touched the corners of his eyes, "Hey? You idiot, why are you crying!"

Yang Yimu just wanted to get into Xie Yanchu's arms, but he couldn't move his whole body.The more Xie Yanchu coaxed, the more wet the corners of Yang Yimu's eyes became.Xie Yanchu didn't know what to do, he simply hugged him into his arms, "Okay, okay, I won't leave, I'm here."

……

Yang Yimu recovered miraculously the next day, and he refused to admit that the mindless idiot was himself.Xie Yanchu let him use his temper, because the scores would be checked soon.

On the day of arrival at school, everyone wore Beicheng's summer school uniforms by coincidence. When they entered the class, they were all blue and white. This was the only time that everyone didn't think the school uniforms were ugly.

Xie Yanxun did not come, it is said that his father called him back to the United States.When Langlang found out his Chinese scores, he was blinded. His calligraphy is not bad, how could his Chinese scores only be in the [-]s?The composition was written with a lot of heart and soul, thinking that it would set a record, and it might be included in the "Selected Compositions for Full Scores in Beicheng College Entrance Examination", so he took this book to chase after Xu Shanshan.

"It's unscientific, it's so unscientific!" Langlang spread out on the table, as irritable as a car tire that was about to explode in the sun downstairs.

Xie Yanchu rolled up the answer sheet with a smile and threw it over, "Maybe it's the wrong score, you can apply for a score check."

"How to apply?" Yang Yimu leaned over, and he had to be curious about everything.

"Just be honest." Xie Yanchu took his head under his arm, regardless of his insistence on pulling it out like a carrot, the two of them had a lively time, Zhou Zhi still couldn't bear it, took the time to say to Fang Lang, "Ask Teacher Jin. Usually, the teacher checks for you. You have to pay a handling fee, and it will come out in about a day. But you can only check whether the scores are correct, and you can't change the scores on the test paper."

Not reconciled, Langlang asked Zhou Zhi to borrow fifty and ran out.Yang Yimu finally saved his head, angrily, "I'm curious! Curious! Curious!"

"Don't worry about it. Go check your score, what should you do if the more you check, the less you check." Although these words are suspected of being underestimated IQ, Yang Yimu really calmed down.The excitement when he first learned the results was replaced by a sense of unreality, he turned to look at Xie Yanchu, this guy's expression was as calm as ever.

"Do you think you will wake up tomorrow morning, and the Admissions Office or Honeysuckle will call me and say that the scores are wrong?"

Before Xie Yanchu could speak, Song Baicheng moved a stool over and said, "Yang Yimu, Yang Yimu, how many exams have you passed?"

Since Yang Yimu was rescued in the alley that time, Song Baicheng's relationship with them has eased a lot, at least now he dared to run over to talk to them.

Yang Yimu smiled, and lifted Song Baicheng's chin, "Hey, Xie Yanxun is not here, are you more courageous?"

"Hey." Song Baicheng was about to lie in Yang Yimu's arms. Yang Yimu thought it was sticky and hot in summer, and he couldn't push it away, so he could only hug him in a strange uncle posture.Xie Yanchu couldn't bear the sight of his wife and other men getting bored, so he drove Song Baicheng back to his little corner to play, "It's all agreed, it's either Beicheng or Nortel, it's a mess."

Zhou Zhi said quietly behind the three of them, "Why not. There are 45 stops by bus, and the bus runs every half an hour. By bicycle, at full speed, it takes [-] minutes. If this is torn apart, it will be really hard to separate."

"Who are you going to break up with?" Yang Yimu's tone was both joking and serious.Song Baicheng was like a popsicle just taken out of the refrigerator, hissing white steam when he encountered the heat from the outside, but his whole body was severely frozen.How could Zhou Zhi choose herself?He was for Zhou Quan from the beginning, he wanted to avenge his sister, he seemed gentle, with a Buddha statue on his face, but he was actually the most ruthless.He likes the feeling of manipulating other people's fate, as if everyone else is a hamster in his iron box, who can break his head and bleed for the so-called hope.

Zhou Zhi made a pot of coconut milk that night, and there were two cups with ingredients.In order to confuse the public, he, Song Baicheng, became a funeral object.If Yang Yimu brought this matter up to question in the end, Song Baicheng could only say that he did it himself, and he paid the price for the disastrous failure of the college entrance examination. No matter how suspicious Yang Yimu was, he would never be able to find Zhou Zhi.

On the way to the language test that day, the medicine took effect, and he started to have stomach troubles. The invigilator accompanied him to the bathroom, running several times in a row.Afterwards, all he was left with was exhaustion and devastation. From the moment he drank the coconut milk, he knew that he was doomed not to go to the same university as Zhou Zhi.

Then what is every late night spent reading at night before burning lights?With the desire to be with Zhou Zhi, endure Xie Yanxun's venomous tongue, listen to his lectures, and bring up mathematics little by little, what's the point?

Zhou Zhi doesn't love him, or doesn't love Zhou Quan either, Zhou Zhi was born to only love himself.He should hate Zhou Zhi for rewriting his life casually, but Zhou Zhi treated him so well.

In the end, he didn't know where to put his love and hatred. This was his greatest powerlessness and sorrow.