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Zhou Yang stood there awkwardly, without moving or speaking.Because he remembered the experience of being beaten in his previous life, he felt a little uncomfortable when he saw Shiwan suddenly.

"What's the matter, have you been lying at home for two days and can't even talk?" Shi Wan approached him with a natural joke in her tone.They all know each other very well, and there is no politeness at all.

"...No." Zhou Yang wanted to say something, but stopped talking.A possibility popped up in his mind, since he was reborn, he still has the memories of the past... Does the poetry night in front of him also have the memories of the past?

Without allowing him to think for a while, Shiwan frowned and said, "What's the matter with you? Didn't you just get hit by a bicycle and lie at home for two days, as for your IQ problem?"

"..." Zhou Yang wiped his sweat silently, Shiwan didn't pay much attention to his image before he became famous!He attacks people without blinking an eye. It's hard to imagine that the boy in front of him will become a handsome and well-rounded man in five years.However, that delicate to almost beautiful silhouette has not changed at all, and it is not surprising that boys and girls are stunned.

At the same time, Zhou Yang can probably be sure that this Shiwan is not the same person in his previous life.

Feeling relieved, he said, "Because Aunt Wu asked me to help in the restaurant, I was thinking about it, but I didn't get back to my senses." Aunt Wu is Zhou Yang's stepmother, her full name is Wu Shufang.It's just that Zhou Yang never called her mom.My own mother is just that one, and no one can replace her after she dies.So Zhou Yang only insisted on calling Wu Shufang Aunt Wu.

Shiwan laughed disdainfully, "What kind of restaurant? It's a dilapidated restaurant, where you serve the dishes very vigorously, don't you? 800 yuan a month, even ghosts don't want it."

Zhou Yang's face froze for a moment, because he felt that he was like a wild ghost who had stolen a few more years in this life, and he might show his original shape in the sun at any time, and his soul would fly away.Now that Shiwan said that, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Seeing his silence, Shiwan thought that she was speaking too seriously, so she patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, hugged him into her arms, and said, "Listen to my brother, I won't study anyway, what are you doing? Don't serve the dishes, come to the bar and sing with me, you won't be tired if you have a lot of money. You have a very good voice, really, will I hurt you? You don't want to come to try, what are you afraid of?"

Zhou Yang rolled his eyes at him, "Your uncle is just looking for trouble for nothing, and you still mess around with such good grades. Don't let things happen when the time comes, and your father comes back to cut you."

"A dog can't spit out ivory."

Zhou Yang responded with a middle finger.

In fact, to be honest, he was really worried about Shiwan.Shiwan, this little bastard, has always been a good student in the eyes of the teacher, with good grades, a very good personality, and a smile on everyone he sees.No matter how bad-tempered a person is, seeing such flowers of the motherland will soften him three points.However, Zhou Yang knew that under the mask of a good student, Shiwan had always hidden a rebellious and dangerous soul.Unwilling to be mediocre, do whatever you want, and get what you want.

Sometimes, Zhou Yang is also confused, which one is the real poet?But it seems that the two are not contradictory, one haunts during the day and the other lurks late at night.It sounds like a bit awesome in the past.

In his previous life, Zhou Yang was inspired by a few lines in the poem, so he joined the other party's ranks. So far, he has gone from the small stage of the bar to the big stage in Beijing.However, in this life, he will never repeat the same mistakes.After all, rebirth is not easy, and I want to live a few more years.

After being rejected again, Shi Wan was not very happy, she left Zhou Yang and left quickly.

Zhou Yang was also very depressed.Uncle, I was the one who died in the last life and not you. I don't want to touch your crazy fans again.

After breaking up with Shiwan, Zhou Yang came to the small restaurant in his hometown, which is where he is currently working.

The boss here is surnamed Zhang, and people in the town call him Zhang Laotu. Zhang Laotu and Zhou Yang's stepmother Wu Shufang are friends, and this job also means Wu Shufang.

At first he was still eating melon seeds with Erlang's legs crossed, but when he saw Zhou Yang coming in, the fat on Zhang Laobald's face quickly wrinkled together with his expression, and he said with a smile, "Oh, Zhou Yang, I was with you Wu yesterday. Auntie is talking about you, how is your body? The biker is also vicious, and he hit him on the bed and lay there for two days, tsk tsk, you need to rest more." He got up and handed the rag by the table to Zhou Yang, "The guests at the table over there just left. Now that they're all here for work, you should move around and get better faster."

Zhou Yang greeted Zhang Laobald from head to toe in his heart, wiped the table angrily and cursed silently, "Didn't you just ask me to rest a little longer! In the blink of an eye, you said that the activities are getting better quickly, you have well-developed limbs The guy should be more active! No matter how fat he is, he won’t be able to fit in the door!”

I don't know if it's God's sympathy or what, but there are not many guests who come to eat today.Generally speaking, it was quite easy. After seeing him, many regular customers asked about his injury with concern, and Zhou Yang also laughed and walked over.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, there was really no one in the store, and Zhang Laobald was kind, so he showed mercy and asked Zhou Yang to go home and wait until after five o'clock.

Anyway, being idle is a waste, so Zhou Yang wandered around.

This time is when the class is in session, close to the school, you can hear the sound of reading aloud or the laughter of the physical education students.

Zhou Yang couldn't help but stop. He looked at the not-so-high stone wall and fell silent.

In my last life, I stopped studying in high school and was illiterate. After I went to Beijing, I suffered a lot from this aspect.However, this life is still not material for reading, but what can we do without reading?After all, apart from singing, I really don't know anything else. At the age of 16, he is still a child in the eyes of others, with no money, power, or ability...God will kill me!Do you really want to serve the plate for a lifetime?

Zhou Yang looked at the school not far away, and slowly sat on the wooden chair.The time of this rebirth is really frustrating. If it had been six or seven years earlier, maybe I could have become a genius.As a result, his uncle's rebirth returned to the time when he had just dropped out of school...

Can't help but look up to the sky and sigh: cheating father!I just want to be a good student!

Zhou Yang really wanted to be like those lonely heroes—with a cigarette in his mouth and a windbreaker, he stood on the edge of a cliff and was blown by the wind for a while.The messy and sad little figure can perfectly set off his mood at the moment.

Before he knew it, he had been sitting all afternoon. At 04:30, the students went home, and the happy little faces stimulated Zhou Yang's visual nerves.

Looking at the group of elementary school students with grief and indignation, he felt that if he returned to his elementary school days, he would definitely jump three levels in a row.God fails to fulfill one's wish...

A child nibbling on a lollipop, carrying a yellow schoolbag, happened to pass by Zhou Yang. As soon as their eyes met, the child trembled. Seeing Zhou Yang's footsteps slowing down, he couldn't eat the lollipop anymore. .

Zhou Yang is still wondering, why does this guy keep staring at him?Because he didn't realize that his gaze was so...sorrowful and hostile at the moment.

The child looked at Zhou Yang in fear for a while, then looked around for a while, and finally cried out of fright, the voice was really heart-breaking and heart-piercing.Those who didn't know thought that Zhou Yang had done something outrageous to scare him like that.

In fact, Zhou Yang was also taken aback. This guy from the uncle cried more exaggeratedly than that kid from his own family.Now that school is over, many students and parents are nearby.In order not to let others misunderstand, Zhou Yang wanted to take the child to a place with fewer people to comfort him.

In the end, before the hand touched the person, a righteous, sacred and inviolable voice appeared next to the ear, "Brother! What are you doing! Let go of that child!"

Zhou Yang turned his head speechlessly, and sure enough, he saw Zhou Xunle's more righteous face than Bao Qingtian's, with his hands on his hips, if it wasn't for the little yellow duck on his clothes that ruined the atmosphere, it was actually quite intimidating.

"He's my classmate, why are you bullying him!" Zhou Xunle ran to the crying child, hugged him, and raised his face to protest Zhou Yang.

...Little bastard, turn your elbows out, when did your brother and I bully him?

Without giving Zhou Yang a chance to explain, Zhou Xunle continued to uphold justice, "Don't be afraid, why did my brother bully you? Did he hit you?"

Shake his head.

"Stolen your things?"

Keep shaking your head.

"Then he scolded you?"

Still shaking his head.

Zhou Xunle was distressed, "Then why are you crying?"

"I just..." the kid said shyly, "I think he looks a little fierce."

Zhou Xunle: "..."

Zhou Yang: "..."

Zhou Yang said nothing with a cold face, and walked straight forward.

Zhou Xunle followed behind him nervously, taking two steps with his short legs to keep up with the person in front.

"Brother, I was wrong. You walked too fast, and I couldn't keep up." Zhou Xunle felt aggrieved.

Zhou Yang gave him a sideways look, and continued to pretend to be cool.

"Oh, I didn't know he was a crying bag. I won't play with him anymore. I misunderstood you. I'm sorry." As he said, he grabbed Zhou Yang's hand and stuffed something into it. the palm of his hand.

"What is it?" Zhou Yang spread out his palms and looked.

"It's the sugar I saved. I'm not willing to eat it, so I'll give it to you." Zhou Xunle looked at Zhou Yang anxiously, "So brother, don't be angry with me, okay?"

The candy was wrapped in a layer of transparent sugar paper, which shone beautifully under the reflection of the sun.It melted a little, presumably because it was held in the hand for too long.Zhou Yang seemed to be able to see the little ghost Zhou Xunle holding candy, wanting to eat it but hesitating.He was a little moved. In the past, he could have bought Zhou Xunle a lot of this kind of thing, but now...

"Hurry up, brother, tell me if it's good after eating." Zhou Xunle looked at Zhou Yang eagerly, trying to hold back his saliva.

Zhou Yang squatted down, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the candy near Zhou Xunle's mouth, "Xiao Le, brother is very moved, so this candy..."

Under the expectant eyes of the little boy Zhou Xunle, he threw it into his mouth with lightning speed, and said vaguely, "Brother, I will eat it for you."

Zhou Xunle Baozi's face puffed up, and he lost his temper for a while. He muttered, "Well, it's for you to eat anyway." After speaking, he walked forward silently with his small schoolbag on his back.

Zhou Yang covered his mouth in pain behind his back, "It's so sour, it's terrible...Did this little bastard do it on purpose...I'm so sour..."