half life after rebirth

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"Ah, open your mouth."

Hearing such a voice, Yang Chen opened his mouth voluntarily, put a spoonful of sticky red date porridge into his mouth, closed his eyes and put it in his mouth, his tongue was immediately scalded by the still hot sweet porridge.

"It's burning to death..." Yang Chen opened his eyes in a daze, and found that the place he was staying at now was not his home.

His house is just over [-] square meters with three bedrooms and one living room, and this room, the living room alone is half the size of his house.

"Is this porridge so hot?! Luckily, my husband is not here. If he hears such a voice, he will suddenly think that I am abusing you." The woman who is over fifty years old wiped off the porridge dripping on Yang Chen's clothes with a paper towel, and muttered, "Good and clean clothes can never be worn for a long time. I really don't know what the husband thinks. He keeps buying expensive and beautiful clothes for you. It's all because of others who give you clean clothes on the street."

Yang Chen couldn't help frowning, he was not ugly, why couldn't he wear clean expensive clothes.

"Oh, so you're not happy anymore." The woman smiled, and brought a spoon full of red date porridge to Yang Chen's mouth, "You will be unhappy because of my words, it seems that you are not very stupid."

Silly? !

Yang Chen stood up suddenly and knocked over the bowl and spoon in the woman's hand.

The red sweet porridge stuck to the floor, and the bowl and spoon were tilted to one side.

"Oh, luckily there's still a bowl in the pot." The strange woman hurriedly brought a sweeper and a dustpan, cleaned it up and carefully mopped the floor.

Taking advantage of the time when the woman was busy, Yang Chen explored the house with doubts.

He was on his way to the exam just now, why is he here now, and even a strange woman said he was stupid? !

With no money or mobile phone in his pocket, Yang Chen tried to get some information from this house.

According to the decoration of the living room, Yang Chen could only tell that the owner was quite rich, so he hesitated again and again, pushed open the door of the room closest to him and walked in.

Light blue sheets, white desk, judging from the car models and fairy tale books on the table, this bedroom belongs to a little boy.

It had nothing to do with him, Yang Chen walked out of the bedroom door and went to the next room.

Adjacent to this bedroom are the toy room and the study room, and the fourth room is the second bedroom that Yang Chen saw in this house.

Unlike a little one's bedroom, this one has a strong personal touch.

The bed covered with a large dark blue quilt was placed in the middle. On one side of the bed was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and on the other side was a sliding-door cabinet. When opened, there were all suits and shirts inside.

From this point of view, the owner of the house should be a serious person.

Suddenly finding the photo frame opposite the bed, Yang Chen walked to the wall opposite the bed and looked at the photo frames glued to the wall.

Because of myopia, he had to do this to see clearly.

There are old and new photos in the photo frame. The first one Yang Chen looks at now is a four-inch black and white photo. In the photo, the boy's hair hasn't grown well. His jet-black eyes are big and bright. With his smooth forehead, the whole body is transparent. With a smart vigor.

After staring at this photo for a long time, Yang Chen finally realized that something was wrong.

This photo is clearly the one that my mother regards as a treasure, his [-]-day photo.

But how come here? ! .

Looking at them one by one, the people in the photos are all themselves.

He became a three-good student for the first time at the age of seven, and he came to the stage to receive the award; he participated in the speech contest for the first time at the age of nine, and he was nervous; he graduated from elementary school at the age of 13, and he wore a junior high school uniform and smiled happily...

This photo was taken when he won the first prize in the Olympiad some time ago. He still remembers that this photo was taken by his father with a newly bought camera.

Logically speaking, this photo should be his last one, but what Yang Chen saw was that there are many more photos behind this one than the previous ones.Although his appearance has gradually changed, he can still be recognized as the same person.

In the photo, he either stands passionately under the spotlight, or hugs a beautiful girl and leans against her face intimately, or rests his chin, watching the professor give a lecture on the podium with a smile on his face... .

And from a photo of a bachelor's uniform, everything has changed.

In the photo, he is no longer a star, is no longer accompanied by beautiful girls, is no longer wise, and even looks stupid all over his body.

Then, there was a little boy eating a lollipop in the photo, and a man holding the little boy and putting his arms around his shoulders.

The man carefully supported him to walk in the crowd; the man was cooking in the kitchen with an apron on his face naturally; the man closed his eyes and kissed his face while he was watching the cartoon blankly; the man looked at him in a panic Sitting on his lap, his face was red.

In the end, the number of people in the photo became five.

Him, his parents, the little boy and the man who filled his later years.

Based on the photo in front of him, Yang Chen guessed something.

I don't know why, he came from the past to the present.

But now he has some mental problems, living with a man and a child.

"My ancestor, what are you doing here if you don't watch cartoons outside? I've been looking for you for a long time. Come out and drink the porridge." The maid walked into the bedroom door, walked to the bed and began to coax him.

"You don't need to pull me, I'll get up by myself." After more than ten years, Yang Chen's voice was much lower, and he felt unnatural when he heard it.

Seeing Yang Chen like this for the first time, the maid stood aside in a daze, letting Yang Chen go out.

At this time, the phone rang.

Looking for the reputation, Yang Chen saw the black phone on the bedside table.

"Don't answer!" Before the maid finished speaking, Yang Chen had already picked up the phone.

"Hey."

"Well, is it Dad?" The little boy's anxious voice came from the phone.

Somehow, Yang Chen responded.

"Ah? You are at home..." The little boy was very frustrated.

"Hi, hello, I'm Liu Xin, Yang Song's class teacher. I hope you will come to school today." The female voice is gentle but strong, a very common type of female class teacher.

It turned out that the child in this family was named Yang Song.

The head teacher called, he must have caused some trouble.

But if he is unfamiliar with the place, he will only make trouble for the child.

And the teacher already knew that he was at home, and it seemed too late to deny his relationship with Yang Song.

After not hearing Yang Chen's voice for a while, Liu Xin tentatively asked, "Hey, are you listening?"

"Yes, Teacher Liu, I..."

"Well, I'll wait for you in the third grade head teacher's office."

beep - beep -

The phone hangs up.

Forget it, there is no way to refuse, so I will go to it as an opportunity to understand the situation.

"Mr. Yang, you..." The maid looked at Yang Chen worriedly, if he answered the phone and broke something, she would suffer.

Fearing that she would suspect that he was really stupid, Yang Chen changed his tone and said, "I heard Yang Song's voice on the phone, and his teacher asked me to find her."

In order to strengthen the credibility, Yang Chen walked up to her and shook her arm like a child.

"Why don't you take me there? If I don't go, she will beat Yang Song. What if she makes Yang Song cry?" Because he has been in contact with elderly people with dementia, Yang Chen still pretends to be stupid.

Before Zhang Ming left, he repeatedly told Yang Song not to take him out due to his current condition.

The maid said: "If there is something important, the head teacher Yang Song will contact Mr. Zhang, you don't have to worry."

"I'm just worried about Yang Song, if he gets injured, who will play with me?" Yang Chen said nonsense.

"Isn't there Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang has been playing with you all the time. He will play hide and seek with you." The maid coaxed.

Play peek-a-boo with him? !

Both this statement and the content of the game made Yang Chen feel ashamed.

But it's all started, so there's no reason not to continue acting.

"If you don't take me there, I'll go find him myself!"

After Yang Chen finished speaking, he rushed out. Men are naturally stronger than women. If he wants to go out, the maid can't stop him no matter what.

"Can't I take you there?" The maid gasped and grabbed Yang Chen's arm, and said, "You change your clothes first, and you can go to Yang Song's school, wearing dirty clothes is not acceptable."

Yang Chen smiled happily, sat down silently, and waited for the maid to change his clothes.

When going out on this trip, Yang Chen mainly wanted to see what the world is like today, and continued to play dumb, but he didn't want to face that man.

Yang Chen was fascinated by the scenery outside the window. Since he came here more than ten years later for no reason, the most urgent thing to do is to find out the situation here.

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2 First Arrival ([-])

"I learned to deceive people at a young age. Doesn't it mean that your father is definitely not at home?" Liu Xin looked at Yang Song who was standing in front of him, and began to reprimand.

"Teacher, my father is really not at home." Yang Song argued.

"Then who answered the phone?" Liu Xin asked.

Yang Song faltered and said: "My father..."

"That's fine." Liu Xin lowered his head and began to correct the homework.

"But, but..."

But I have two dads! .

"It's all your fault!" Yang Song said fiercely, staring at Liu Zihao who was nestling in his mother's arms.

"Teacher Liu, look, this child dares to attack my family's Zihao in front of me." Liu Zihao's mother was dissatisfied when she saw Yang Song's little move.

"Yang Song, stand by the wall for me." Liu Xin scolded.

"is teacher."

Children are quick-witted, Liu Zihao saw Yang Song walking towards him, and quietly stretched out his foot, intending to trip Yang Song.But Yang Song is not a vegetarian either.