After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

There are still classes in the afternoon, and Jiang Yiyou didn't plan to stay longer. Before leaving, a box of mints was quietly left, and the pink candy box was changed to green. Caught in Chu Chuan's textbook of professional courses.

He was immersed all the way in the joy of "Telling Chu Chuan to call Brother Chuan and he was not rejected", and when he ran into Chu Jiari, who was walking by wearing a cap and mask, it was too late to pretend to be a passerby.

Chu Jiari was still like this, so squeamish that he couldn't get any sun. Wear a mask when you go out during the day to cover your face tightly. It's just that Jiang Yiyou has known him for so many years, and he can recognize it just by just looking at the other's Danfeng eyes that are exposed outside.

Chu Jiari unceremoniously stretched out his hand to grab his forearm, and the high-pitched tone sounded like a bee flapping in the mask, "Why are you here?! Foreign students can't stop here. Right!"

Jiang Yiyou didn't care much about him, raised his eyelids and asked lazily: "Who are you classmate?"

At the moment he was thankful that he was facing Chu Jiari ten years later, not the twenty-year-old Chu Jiari. He didn't know Chu Jiari very well in his second year of college. Ten years later, Chu Jiari can let him treat it without scruple and leave no room for it.

Chu Jiari was so angry that there was smoke above his head, but she couldn't tell why. In the end, she warned him viciously: "You care who I am, I know you like Chu Chuan. But he has a boyfriend. People, don't try to get close to him!"

Jiang Yiyou uttered, slightly surprised at Chu Jiari's counterattack. Although the IQ has been reversed as time goes back, and I suspected that it has also returned from 30 to 20 years old, I still know that I stand on the moral high ground to suppress rivals in love.

Looking at Chu Jiari's gaze calmly, Jiang Yiyou let go of his voice, as if only talking softly with an old friend who had been acquainted for many years, "Chu Jiari, the last life gave you a chance to compete fairly. Now, you Shouldn't it be returned to me once?"

Chu Jiari stood still in a panic, the color of his face under the mask was lost, and he couldn't hear anything. He looked up in a daze, and the moment the sun pierced his pupils, he seemed to have seen the end of his efforts.

I thought I was pretending to be serious and unpredictable, and that words used to intimidate Chu Jiari could make the other party cringe and retreat. But I didn't expect it to be counterproductive while stimulating the other party.

Jiang Yiyou shrank in the corner of the milk tea shop and silently glanced at Chu Chuan's back and Chu Jiari who was almost inseparable from his side: "..."

Chu Chuan is really right. Chu Jiari's stubborn temper, threatening and threatening against the current, will only make the opponent's antagonistic arrogance more and more prosperous.

Evan's urging calls came one after another. Jiang Yiyou had to hurriedly picked up the guitar beside him, opened the door of the milk tea shop and left.

Jiang Yiyou’s guitar was taught by Evan, and the habit of selling guitars on campus was developed in the United States. Every Valentine's Day and Christmas, he and Evan would stand in front of the largest fountain in the center of the commercial plaza holding a guitar, pretending to be a street singer.

And he, who has black hair and black eyes in the face of Asians, can also stand out in the comparison of facial features, he and Evan can be regarded as the biggest selling point in the small band that combines Chinese and Western culture. Now on Chinese campuses, it is obvious that the situation is completely reversed.

He and Evan were standing under the big tree opposite the milk tea shop, behind them were large expanses of blue sky and white clouds and the vast river surface connecting the sky. At this time it was Saturday evening, and the grand afterglow of the setting sun passed over the river, shed golden light over the river.

An hour later, on the other side of the river behind them, there was a firework festival that bloomed every Saturday. Did Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari come to see the fireworks? Jiang Yi absently chorded to Evan beside him, but he was full of thoughts about meeting Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari in the milk tea shop just now.

When a girl asked him for a love song, Jiang Yi looked back to Evan for the first time. Evan, who used to sing love songs, is now lying on the guardrail and taking selfies with the beautiful girl from One Side. Jiang Yi cursed secretly, and then dealt with each other.

When Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari came out of the milk tea shop, Jiang Yiyou was talking in Hu Tianhai: "You can't sing love songs blindly, you are responsible for singing. I only sing to people I like."

The girl squatted beside him with her face folded, her delicate Yuanshan eyebrows wringed in frustration, "Then what kind of person do you like?"

"What kind of person do you like..." Jiang Yiyou murmured again, suddenly seeing Chu Chuan from a distance through the crowd inside and out.

His eyes quietly circled between Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari, and after making sure that the two were not holding hands, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he stretched his eyebrows and smiled, looking over the strange faces who came and went or stopped, and whistled in the direction of Chu Chuan.

Then, after waiting for a few seconds with unease on the palms of his gradually sweaty palms, like waiting for a long century, he finally waited for Chu Chuan's face.

Jiang Yi turned his gaze deeper, and unconsciously plucked the strings with his fingers lightly resting on the guitar. When he came back to his senses, the prelude to the love song of hundreds of thousands of times was over, Jiang Yi moved his lips, and his clear and soft voice slid across his throat, slowly overflowing from his lips.

Floating in the air, in the eyes of passersby. Far away across the sea of ​​people, across thousands of rivers and mountains, arrived at his side.

With the sound of singing, Jiang Yiyou also looked at each other through the crowd, with wet eyes.

Chu Chuan thought for a while, not sure whether it was the light spots scattered in his eyes by the setting sun, or the stars that had been hidden for a long time and finally floated out of the deep sea.

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After Jiang Yiyou left, Chu Chuan entered the bathroom and stood in front of the washing mirror. He looked at his face in the mirror blankly, then raised his hand and touched his chin.

When my roommate came back, I heard a rustling sound from the bathroom. He walked over and took a look suspiciously, and when he saw Chu Chuan standing in front of the mirror shaving his beard, his eyes widened suddenly. Then he confided to himself, took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message: Yeah, what day is it today? ? ? My brother Chuan shaves even without going out? ? ?

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