half life after rebirth

Gifts and intentions have been turned into a task, or work, by his own hands.Zhang Ming smiled wryly in his heart, unknowingly, he had been forced to this point by reality.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when Yang Chen and the others drove into the community, it finally turned into a torrential downpour.

"Don't go out yet." Zhang Ming got out of the car, and when he came in again, he had an extra umbrella in his hand, "You take the umbrella in the trunk."

"En." Holding an umbrella, Yang Chen walked around the front of the car and walked to the driver's seat, waiting for Zhang Ming to come out.

Looking at Yang Chen who was waiting outside the car door, Zhang Ming said, "Aren't you going first?"

"There is only one umbrella, of course the two of you will support it together." Yang Chen raised the umbrella higher, and Zhang Ming stood up straight.

"One umbrella can't cover two men. You always catch a cold easily. It's not good to get caught in the rain. You should go first." After Zhang Ming finished speaking, he put his coat over his head, intending to use it to keep out the rain.

"That's it, okay?" Yang Chen got under Zhang Ming's arm, let his arm rest on his shoulder, and their bodies were close together.

"I'm holding an umbrella." Zhang Ming held the umbrella in his right hand, and wrapped his left arm around Yang Chen tightly.

"Snapped--"

Being hugged too tightly by Zhang Ming, Yang Chen, who couldn't walk properly, stepped on Zhang Ming's foot, and the muddy watermark on the shoe was very eye-catching.

"I'm sorry." Yang Chen said in embarrassment.

"fine."

Zhang Ming couldn't help laughing when he remembered how Yang Chen stepped on his pair of white sneakers and turned them into black.

Guessing what Zhang Ming was laughing at, Yang Chen was a little embarrassed and stopped talking.

All the way silently, the two entered the house one after the other.

The light in the living room was on, and Yang Song was nestling on the sofa, holding a comic book in his hand.

"Dad, Dad Zhang!" Yang Song put the book aside, got up and greeted them, "I got No.1 in running in physical education class today."

Zhang Ming patted his head and said with a smile, "It's really smart."

"Father, bend down." Yang Song faced Zhang Ming, and omitted the word "Zhang". As a result, Yang Chen and Zhang Ming bent down at the same time, and their heads touched each other.

"Yang Chen, does it hurt? Are you alright?" Zhang Ming has had a hard head since he was a child, and he almost knocked someone out once. When he saw Yang Chen bending over and rubbing his forehead, he quickly pushed Yang Chen's hand away and gave it to him himself. He kneads.

Both of them were bent over, and Yang Song took the opportunity to reach out and touch Zhang Ming's forehead: "Father Zhang, you don't have a fever, why did you praise me for being smart just now?"

"I'm fine." Yang Chen smiled at Zhang Ming, stood up and patted his forehead lightly, "Dad Zhang praised you for being smart, wouldn't you?"

Yang Song said angrily: "It's good to praise me for being smart, but can the premise be that I got No.1 in running?"

"Zhang Ming, you really are..." Yang Chen covered his mouth and smiled, "Okay, Yang Song, obediently go and do your homework. Your father Zhang will fry steak for you tonight in order to apologize."

Yang Song cheered and left, Yang Chen changed into home clothes and walked into the kitchen.

Zhang Ming bought his home clothes, light yellow long-sleeved trousers, he likes the color and style very much.The only thing that didn't suit him was the gray bear in the lower left corner of his jacket. Compared with Zhang Ming's black clothes, it felt too childish.

"Looking at the movements, I feel that your skills are good." Gently, Yang Chen walked to Zhang Ming's side.

"Thank you for the compliment." Zhang Ming tilted his face slightly, revealing a doting smile.

"On the way just now, were you thinking about silly Yang Chen? I was too involved, and it was a mistake to praise others."

"Aren't you also thinking about the problem? What are you thinking about?" Zhang Ming asked Yang Chen the question without admitting or denying it.

"It's nothing."

He felt that it was not the time to talk about that.

"Yang Chen, if I can't forget silly Yang Chen for the rest of my life, will you keep doing this. Let me think of him as you when I think of him." Zhang Ming turned over the steak and said softly.

Yang Chen leaned his back against the kitchen counter and thought for a long time: "I will."

If it wasn't for Zhang Ming's happiness, Yang Chen felt that it would be good for the three of them to live together in this way.

Facing the steak in the pot, Zhang Ming smiled slightly.

"Zhang Ming." Yang Chen said suddenly, "I don't know why, but I always feel that you will forget him."

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24. So Longing ([-])

Hearing that Zhang Ming said that he would give him a lot of things that day, Yang Chen was ready to be made fun of by everyone in his class.But for the next few days, Zhang Ming didn't send anything there, but just sent a few photos to Yang Chen's phone on time every day.Those are mostly photos of a prickly pear, and occasionally there are photos of Zhang Ming, a younger and handsomer him.

"What would you like to eat this afternoon?"

Zhang Ming's text message was sent, Yang Chen turned on the phone, put it on the table and looked at it carefully.

Every time a text message from Zhang Ming came, they were resting. Yang Chen didn't have to worry about missing the class while reading the text message.

"Whatever, I don't have anything in particular to eat." Yang Chen replied like this without even thinking about it.

"Really? That's not how you replied a few days ago. "

Text messages came quickly.

"I finished talking about what I wanted to eat a few days ago, and there is nothing more to say."

Yang Chen's typing is not as fast as Zhang Ming's, and it takes 1 minute for just such a few words.

"Who are you texting?" Xue Kai approached Yang Chen and asked, not taking the opportunity to peek at the text on the phone.

Yang Chen buckled the phone on the table: "It's Zhang Ming."

"Is he the one who texted you these few days?" Xue Kai continued to ask.

Yang Chen glanced at him: "You still have to ask."

"I just feel that your relationship is so good that it's a bit abnormal." Xue Kai looked around and whispered, "Are you two half-brothers, that's why you have different surnames."

"We just grew up together, not brothers."

"Hey, then your relationship is too good. I've never seen brothers with a stronger relationship than you." Xue Kai counted the differences between them and others, "So good that they live together, sleep together, and have nothing to do Texting all the time."

If it's buddies in their teens, it's normal to do what Zhang Ming and Yang Chen do. A man in his thirties is still so close. Xue Kai opened his mouth and finally decided to write it on paper.

I have never discriminated against homosexuals. Are you two lovers?

Zhang Ming is not gay, he just likes silly Yang Chen.

Yang Chen shook his head, imitating Xue Kai, and wrote the words below his sentence.

He has people he likes.

Xue Kai smiled, and wrote on the paper: Is that your unrequited love?

Yang Chen frowned, and wrote: There is only brotherhood between us.

Do you have someone you like?

Yang Chen read Xue Kai's handwriting, crumpled the paper up, and threw it into the trash can at his feet.

The warm sunshine shone in the office. Zhang Ming took a pen and memorized the recipes on the webpage. After writing them down on paper, he silently memorized them in his heart.

Then enter the names of the dishes traced with the red pen into the text message and send it to Yang Chen. Let's eat these in the afternoon, it's good for you and Yang Song.

Soon I received a reply from Yang Chen.

Don't you think about yourself?

Zhang Ming looked at the text message, not knowing how to reply.

After these years, it has become a habit to adapt to the tastes of Yang Chen and Yang Song.If he told the truth, Yang Chen would definitely feel guilty in his heart. If he was told that the three of them had similar tastes, with Yang Chen's character, he would naturally not believe it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Ming could only reply like this.

I suddenly saw these recipes on the Internet and thought they were delicious and good for everyone, so I wanted to make them.

Sitting in the seat, Yang Chen, who was in a state of confusion, saw this text message, and his fingers tightly gripped the phone, his fingertips turned white.Every time it was for his own good and Yang Song's good, did Zhang Ming treat himself as a person, did he respect his own ideas?

At the beginning, I changed ways to make him and Yang Song their favorite dishes, but felt that there were too few tricks, so now I started sending text messages to ask.Can't he cook the meals he likes?

"Teacher Xiang, I'm sorry, I have something to go out for a while." Yang Chen packed up his things, greeted Teacher Xiang and left.After leaving the community, he got into a taxi and drove directly to Yang Song's elementary school.

Now at [-]:[-], when he arrived at the school gate, Yang Song and the others happened to be leaving school soon.After sending a text message to Yang Song, Yang Chen stood at the school gate waiting for his son.

It was almost the end of school, and there were quite a few parents waiting at the school gate. Yang Chen's indifferent figure stood unobtrusive in the crowd, but his handsome face was unforgettable.

"Father!" Yang Song ran over with his schoolbag on his back, smiling all over his face, "Why are you picking me up today? What's the matter?"

"We're not going to eat at home today, let's find Dad Zhang to eat outside, okay?" Yang Chen asked.

"Of course." Yang Song was very happy, "I've finished my homework today, so I can go home late tonight."

"You know how to play."

Seeing Yang Song sitting in the back seat of the taxi, Yang Chen frowned, took the seat in front, and gave the place name, from the district to the street.

In Zhiyuan's office, Zhang Ming and Liu Zimo were sitting together, discussing a big case.

"Did you listen to me? You've been staring at your phone from the beginning." Liu Zimo frowned.

Zhang Ming looked at her and answered all the questions Liu Zimo had raised earlier.

Liu Zimo smiled helplessly: "I know you can hear me and think seriously if you stare at other places, but you keep focusing on other places, which will affect my thinking